After hanging up the phone, Qin Feng stood at the door of the interrogation room for a while, struggling to calm his heart.
From what initially seemed like a regular disease-related death, to the victim being found hanged, and now being classified as a homicide case—the nature of this case has drastically changed within a few days, almost evolving with every step.
This all happened too quickly, like a book skipping straight to the ending just as you open the cover, leaving you no time to digest its twists and turns.
He instinctively rubbed his brow, attempting to reorganize the chaotic clues in his mind, but his thoughts scattered like pieces of paper blown by the wind, difficult to piece together.
However, now is not the time to be lost in thought.
Qin Feng took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing his chaotic thoughts, and pushed open the door to the interrogation room.
