The next morning at the Abnormal Administration Bureau.
A young man in civilian clothes, carrying breakfast in his hand, walked up to Chen Zhenglong who was resting his head on his desk and hesitated to speak softly, "Captain Chen."
"Any news?" Chen Zhenglong, who had been napping, suddenly sat up and stared at the young man with bloodshot eyes, asking urgently.
The civilian officer put the breakfast on the desk, and seeing Chen Zhenglong's haggard look, couldn't help but say, "Captain Chen, why don't you rest for a while? The Sanitation Surveillance Bureau doesn't have any inspection results yet, it won't hurt to wait a bit longer."
"Nonsense." Chen Zhenglong didn't even glance at the breakfast. He glared and loudly refuted, "If they can't find anything, what about you? Didn't you notice any trace while surveying the public's opinion online?"
