At 2:30 in the afternoon, based on household registration information, Zhang Biao led a team to find the deceased woman Jiang Qin's old home—No. 2, Society 7, Litang Village.
The car stopped at the edge of a muddy road, and in front of them was a lonely two-story house, its walls peeling extensively to reveal the gray cement underneath.
Zhang Biao pushed open the car door, his movements somewhat sluggish.
After getting out, he didn't immediately move forward; instead, he stood where he was, his gaze sweeping past the tightly closed old iron gate and then looked at the second-floor window covered with a thin layer of dust.
Ten years, this case had weighed on his heart for a whole decade.
From a rookie criminal investigation officer, he had worked his way up to the position of captain, handling numerous cases, solving even more.
But this one always felt like a nagging old wound.
