Mr. Zhao didn't dare waste words and hurriedly said:
"I figured it was an accident car, the kind that's scrapped, but then patched up by mechanics who assemble it piece by piece. Such cars generally don't hit the road; they're just used for mechanics to practice on since not everyone can get their hands on such parts."
Seeing Zhou Ning staring at himself, without continuing, apparently hoping to hear a more detailed analysis, Mr. Zhao gritted his teeth and said:
"Alright, I'll tell the truth, okay? Stop looking at me like that. To be able to cobble together a car and find decent parts, I think it must be one of those local transport department-approved vehicle scrapping companies. How they operate, I don't need to spell out, do I?"
Zhou Ning nodded.
"The interrogation is over. You talk to Mrs. Fei about the situation. If the vehicle information can't be found, indeed, this is a direction we can work from. Mr. Qu, you look into the surveillance, see if you can track it."
