On the way back from the electronics factory, Li Jian replaced Chen He as the police car driver.
At the police station's departure, Chen He was full of confidence.
At this moment, he sat in the passenger seat, listless, like a deflated balloon.
Chen He said, "Mr. Li, I feel that this case is becoming increasingly difficult."
"We've had our hopes raised several times, only to have them dashed each time."
Li Jian held the steering wheel, turned his head, and glanced at Chen He.
He said, "There's no doubt that this case is extremely complicated."
"If it were simple, it wouldn't have gone unsolved for so long."
Chen He sighed, "Since we restarted this case, the investigative direction has significantly shifted; I can't help but feel that this new direction might also have a problem."
After a moment of silence, Li Jian said, "Originally, we determined this case was a home burglary that escalated into robbery and murder."
"Now, we have determined it to be intentional homicide."
