At the exit of the Confucian Temple, there were still very many people.
In the sky, the vast expanse of black clouds squeezed down as if the whole sky was about to collapse.
The raindrops falling from it were rattling without a sign of stopping.
"Chief, there are so many people on this street. Up to now, they are still squeezing out. Do you think the suspect has already run away?" A uniformed person who stood in an antique shop asked Dai Jianming in a low voice.
At this moment, Dai Jianming's expression was much more relaxed.
"Don't worry, I have received a call just now that the suspect is still there. And I just confirmed that the suspect is dressed very conspicuously. One is a young man in a white dress and the other is an old man in a blouse. They are watching antiques in a shop now." Dai Jianming said.
Yes, this information was just received by him.
But as this sentence just fell, many other uniformed personnel nearby also spoke up.
