"Analyzing from an emotional motive, if he has deeply invested in this relationship, even exhibiting some kind of obsession or extreme tendency, then his likelihood of being involved in the case increases significantly—it's possible he might be the main perpetrator."
30 minutes later, the police car slowly came to a stop outside the gate of Xinjia Electronics Factory.
The factory entrance was tightly shut, indicating it was still work hours.
Inside the guardhouse, an elderly man around sixty was staring at his phone screen with his head down, occasionally swiping his finger, completely immersed in the world of short videos.
Even though he heard the car, he lazily lifted his eyelid, quickly returning to the lively screen between his fingers.
Qin Feng honked the horn twice, the crisp sound echoing in the emptiness before the factory, but the gatekeeper seemed oblivious, showing no reaction.
He couldn't help but smile wryly, "Even the police car's horn is useless now?"
