It was an ordinary morning, the light of day was bright, and cars were driving up and down the streets. Because it was still early, most of the businesses not facing the street hadn't yet opened. Occasionally, pedestrians would pass by.
Fan Jia, her long hair draped over her shoulders, was wearing a beige jacket over an autumn dress and a scarf. She stood on the street corner, looking around somewhat blankly, rubbing her hands from time to time.
At a glance, she looked like an inexperienced college girl.
At this intersection, there were at least three spots where the police were hiding, watching Fan Jia's actions through their binoculars and communicating through their devices.
You Mingxu and Yin Feng were sitting in a yet-to-be-decorated second-floor shop, watching through the window. Occasionally, they could see Fan Jia raising her head and showing them a subtle smile. Only then could they see a faint glimpse of the lively and efficient policewoman they knew on a daily basis.
