After Chen Ping'an and Tan Huacong returned to the Garrison Commandant's Office, Tan Huacong began recording the relevant details right in front of him. Once Tan Huacong was finished, Chen Ping'an looked it over carefully to confirm there were no errors or omissions.
"The details of the matter have all been recorded. Once the Constable arrives, the body will be immediately confirmed and sealed. It's late, Chen Ping'an, you should head home for now." Tan Huacong put the record sheet away in a drawer and showed Chen Ping'an out.
"Yes, thank you, Mr. Tan." Chen Ping'an nodded his thanks and turned to leave. But he suddenly thought of something and turned back to Tan Huacong. "Mr. Tan, would it be convenient for you to provide some kind of proof?"
"What? The case details have all been recorded. Are you afraid I'll screw you over?"
Tan Huacong's face showed his displeasure.
