'Well, at least a cold case isn't dangerous.'
Shen Xin told Sun Zhao about the Shajin Farm case.
"I know about that case."
Sun Zhao recalled it immediately. After a moment's thought, he said, "This case will work. Not too much time has passed. Re-examine it from a new perspective, and you might uncover something. Settle on this one."
With the green light, it was time for the usual routine: first, to understand the details of the case.
「In the small conference room.」
Zhou Zhongyi looked at the beef jerky placed in front of him and asked warily, "What do you two want? Let me be clear upfront: if it's something difficult, you'll find I'm not much help."
"Old Zhou, what are you thinking? We just want to ask you about a case."
Shen Xin pushed the case file for the Shajin Farm case across the table to him.
As soon as he saw the name on the file, Zhou Zhongyi's expression shifted slightly.
"You're planning to investigate this case?"
