"We reported it, but unfortunately, after discussing it with Captain Lu for a long time and investigating for a week, we found nothing. In the end, I also thought it was my imagination, somewhat unfounded..."
Listening to Zhou Fan's self-deprecating words, Luo Fei shook his head, a sharp glint appearing in his eyes.
Where does so much imagination come from?
An old detective working on cases for many years usually has accurate instincts about such matters. Each possibility calculated must have its particular significance and rationale; they do not shoot aimlessly.
So one must not belittle oneself; it might be a remote possibility, but not entirely impossible!
Arriving at the desk, Luo Fei looked around, noticing that there was only a pen, a notebook, a stack of writing paper, and a pile of thick management materials left from left to right...
"Indeed, there's no substantial evidence."
