Jiangbei Subdivision Police Station, Criminal Investigation Team Office.
This place always seems like a pressure cooker about to boil over.
Phone rings come and go, and the sound of keyboard typing is as dense as rain.
Amidst it all, a certain officer is suppressing his anger, growling at a suspect cuffed to a chair.
The air is mixed with the bitterness of cheap instant coffee, the grease of leftover takeout, and a faint tobacco smell.
Together, they form a chaotic picture of busyness.
Fang Cheng quietly sits on an idle metal chair.
Beside him, a few blonde punks brought in for questioning are shaking their legs and humming songs.
Fang Cheng seems oblivious to the surrounding clamor, his gaze fixed on the whiteboard in the corner.
A few photos of the crime scenes are haphazardly attached by magnets, with red markers drawing chaotic arrows and question marks on them.
It seems Uncle Zhou's investigatory team has encountered another difficult case.
