Thirty minutes later, he arrived at the traffic police team's archives room.
The staff moved among the towering rows of archive shelves, the sound of computer keyboards clattering continuously.
"Senior sister, could you please help me check the case of Zhang Ming's death in the traffic accident?"
Jiang An presented his police badge at the registration desk and said in a gentle tone.
The female police officer, who was sorting documents, turned her head at the sound, a hint of surprise flashing behind her thick glasses: "Oh my! It's Captain Jiang!"
Her voice unconsciously rose by an octave, and her face showed the excitement of seeing an idol.
This reaction caught Jiang An off guard: "You know me, senior sister?"
"Know you? Of course, I do!"
"Nowadays, who in our system doesn't know you."
The female officer put down the documents and said animatedly, "Yesterday, Mr. Ma came specially to commend your deeds, which is a rare honor in years!"
