"Someone told us quietly that he seems to be off the right path."
The words "off the right path" immediately alerted Mr. Fu, as if he were a leopard sniffing out danger.
His gaze sharpened, and he thought to himself: Any suspicious individuals related to the deceased cannot be overlooked, especially those with such improper conduct.
Meanwhile, the commercial square in West Mountain District was bustling, like the tides surging.
Li Jian, the captain, came striding with two police officers.
At the entrance to the commercial square, Li Chun had been waiting for a long time.
She was slim, with a hint of cleverness in her gaze, like twinkling stars.
Seeing the police car stop, Li Chun took light steps forward quickly.
"Are you the officers that contacted me earlier?"
Li Jian smiled warmly, like a spring breeze on one's face, reached out and enthusiastically shook Li Chun's hand, saying, "Hello, sorry to take up your time."
"We're here to learn about your classmate Yang Xiu."
