At this moment, the office of the criminal investigation team was filled with a strong aroma of takeout food, mingling with the scent of oil and sauce.
Wan and a few officers who had just returned from outside were seated around a makeshift desk, holding disposable meal boxes in their hands, heads down, eating their meals in large bites.
They had been running around all day, didn't even have time to drink water, and were now famished.
The slurping sounds they made while picking up their food with chopsticks and bringing it to their mouths became the only rhythm with a sense of life in this quiet space.
At the other end of the office, Jiang An sat alone in front of a whiteboard.
He clasped his hands against his chin, his gaze fixed like nails on the whiteboard.
The dense handwriting, arrows, and question marks on the whiteboard formed a maze with no visible exit.
For criminal investigation work, every case is like a spiritual journey, a tribulation.
