Afternoon.
Jiang Yuan had been asleep for a few hours when a phone call woke him up. He got into his car in a daze and headed to the Qinghe City Bureau for a meeting.
The first floor of the City Bureau was where he had previously given a lecture, in the tiered classroom. Further inside was the meeting room he was now heading to.
The meeting room was much smaller than the tiered classroom, only able to accommodate around twenty to thirty people. However, the director, deputy directors, and the head of the criminal police brigade among others were all present, contributing to an extremely serious atmosphere.
Jiang Yuan was somewhat groggy, and he followed Wang Lan to the corner of the room to take a seat. He couldn't help thinking to himself: If this were a primitive tribe, it would be like an evening bonfire gathering attended by everyone from the chief to the shaman, following the inexplicable death of tribe members.
