"A third person? This…"
Outside the barn, tomorrow's sun hung high, a gentle breeze caressing, and atop Zheng Tianxin's head, a fine sheen of sweat emerged, as if he had eaten a fiercely spicy Qingzhong noodle dish.
At this moment, facing Liu Jinghui, Zheng Tianxin truly wished he could have been choked to death by those explosively spicy noodles.
The sweat on his brow was not only due to the unexpected twists and turns in the case but also a deep-rooted sense of guilt.
Phrases like "ensuring the safety of the locality" often sound empty when spoken. However, as the leader of the Luyang City Bureau Criminal Police Brigade, Zheng Tianxin, who was middle-aged, harbored no hopes for promotion or desires for transfer. His life had been a series of highs and lows within the police force. If there were any aspects of his career, any accomplishments, any shining moments in his life, they were all encompassed within this realm.
