The two arrived at the bungalow, and Qian Cangyi got out of the car.
Qian Cangyi could clearly read the words on the sign. It said "Pusha Village Police Station", though somewhat worn out, it indeed gave off a bureaucratic stronghold's vibe.
"This should be our destination." Qian Cangyi pushed the cart and walked in.
"But... are we just going to go in like this? We don't know anything, do we?" Little Drilling Wind seemed somewhat nervous.
"We'll know once we're in." Qian Cangyi parked the cart at the entrance. Since there was no bicycle lock, he didn't lock it.
At this moment, a middle-aged man in his fifties came out. He was wearing the same uniform as Qian Cangyi. Upon seeing the two, a smile bloomed on his face. "Chang Shuo, Bai Hanyan, you're back! You guys must be tired, having to run to town in just a few days. The documents have been delivered, right?"
"They've been delivered." Qian Cangyi responded.
The role he was playing this time was named Chang Shuo.
