「Meanwhile.」
Back at the municipal police station, Ding Yuwei finished organizing her case files and got up, ready to head home for the day.
Zhao Tianxing had already bolted.
Yang Zeran, however, hadn't left yet.
After confirming his transfer to the Cold Case Office, he had quickly moved his things over.
At that moment, Yang Zeran was standing with his arms crossed, his expression so grave it looked like he was pondering the meaning of life.
"Yang Zeran, you're not heading out?" Ding Yuwei asked.
Yang Zeran shook his head and waved her off, signaling for her to go on ahead.
Ding Yuwei turned to leave, but just then, her phone buzzed.
She glanced at it instinctively, and her expression changed dramatically.
It was a message from Shen Xin.
Just three words.
"Come. Bring gun."
He didn't say where to go, but the phrase "bring gun" said it all.
In an instant, Ding Yuwei's heart began to pound. She quickly showed the message to Yang Zeran.
"Holy crap!"
