Jiang Yuan really did go back and take a long sleep.
In Changyang City, there were more unsolved murder cases; it wasn't necessary for everyone to be worn out here, waiting for a case that wasn't a "locked-room murder" to conclude.
The small apartment in Changyang City hadn't been lived in for a while. Today, he had asked a familiar housekeeper to clean it up; all the bedding had been freshly changed, emitting a scent as if basking in the sun had killed all the mites, fragrant like sleeping in a barbecue nest.
In the early morning, Jiang Yuan got up and made himself a bowl of salty soy milk.
