It was late at night, and the lights were bright in the meeting room of the Changhang Bureau.
President Niu and Old Zhao, a detective from the Hanwu Branch, didn't go to the hotel to rest; they were sitting around the meeting table, analyzing the case and waiting for news from the "front line."
During the day, the entire bureau had mobilized.
At night, only a dozen police officers were out investigating.
After all, the police are humans, not gods, and they're not made of iron; nobody can endure without rest.
Political Commissar Dong Xiangyun, who had taken a nap on his way back, wasn't very sleepy. He lit a cigarette and introduced the area around Wenfeng to President Niu and the veteran investigator Zhao Yongming from the Hanwu Branch.
