"Cough cough cough…"
On the way back to the police headquarters.
Victor, who had never smoked before, started smoking mouthful by mouthful.
He coughed violently in discomfort.
After a while, Victor gradually became familiar with the smell of cigarettes.
He did something that only an old smoker would do.
Amidst the white smoke.
Victor seemed to have seen the shadow of an old smoker.
Hearing Sona's call, Victor hurried over, reeking of the smell of cigarettes.
Sona knew that Victor didn't have a habit of smoking.
Hence, she felt puzzled.
She sniffed the smoke and wanted to say something.
However, after noticing Victor's expression, she stopped paying attention to this detail.
"I've pulled up a lot of information on the car owner, but this one might suit your requirements the best," Sona said in a deep voice.
She looked at the screen.
The mouse in her hand kept moving.
