After another 40 minutes, Wan finally got up from his chair, stretched his back broadly, and it seemed as if all his joints were crackling.
As he punched his already stiff lower back, he grimaced and said to Qin Feng, "I think we're going to make our eyes bleed today, yet we're not going to find any more precious clues."
"How about this, let's copy all the surveillance videos from the past two days and watch them repeatedly at home."
Qin Feng nodded upon hearing that, "I think that's feasible."
"As long as we have these videos, it's equivalent to 'freezing' this period of time."
"Whenever we need to replay it, we can pull it out and examine it thoroughly."
Wan, however, gave a bitter smile and waved his hand, saying, "Honestly, don't hold out too much hope."
"I've run through it in my mind over and over again—during that time frame, not even a stray cat slipped out."
"Suspicious vehicles? Even less likely."
