As soon as Jiang An's words fell, Wan and Qin Feng both simultaneously contracted their pupils, immediately capturing the crisis signal hidden in the captain's words.
They exchanged a glance, a look filled with absolute understanding cultivated through years of partnership, and in the next second, they spoke in unison, "Captain, do you mean the killer's next target is him?"
Jiang An lightly tapped his fingers on the table, the edges of the spread-out case files on the tabletop were already wrinkled from being repeatedly perused.
He nodded slowly, his brows furrowed into a deep trench, "That's right."
"The trickiest part of this case is that the motive has always been shrouded in mystery."
"Earlier, we thoroughly investigated the social relationships of those two adult victims—interviewed their colleagues, neighbors, even relatives far away, and dug out old accounts from a decade ago, but we couldn't find a single clue linking to the murder."
