Hours later, in the afternoon, the detectives reconvened at the the precinct. The bull pen was alive with tension and loud with ringing phones. Liwu and He Xiao Yi arrived first, wiping the left over sauce of a late lunch from their lips. Within minutes, Xuanji and Linlin returned, holding large cups of iced lemon tea. But not even its deliciousness could take away from the frustration of a whole day of interviews that had turned up nothing.
Liwu took the position at the center, in front of the white physical murder board. There was another one on the giant screen, and a virtual one, but she preferred the old one. It didn't feel like a big investigation until she slapped something on the board. "Report."
He Xiao Yi spoke first. "Qin Yifei is building something. He hinted at empire, spoke about authority, a new world. He had a lot of dissatisfaction with the policies of the bureau, especially our choice to co-exist peacefully with humans.
