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It was three in the morning.
The wind outside the police station whistled through the large pine trees and the underbrush, sounding eerily like a host of ghosts knocking on doors.
But today, the Criminal Investigation Department wasn't asleep. Lit up as if standing vigil, as soon as the wind reached the yard, it hastily dispersed.
On the fourth floor.
The light in the forensic office was on, the door open, but no one was there.
Wu Jun had gone down to help in the cafeteria, while Jiang Yuan squatted in the video surveillance office, his eyes nearly emitting a spectrum of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet light.
There were only so many hotels in Ningtai County, yet the surveillance videos they had brought back were anything but few.
