Three o'clock in the morning.
Thousands of households illuminated.
Twinkling stars above, flickering lights below, the Xinjian District, teeming with factories, seemed to be summoning immense power, doing push-ups upon the land.
Qian Tongyi was smoking a cigarette, Liu Cheng was smoking a cigarette, Jiang Yuan was also smoking a cigarette…
Once the lime had been shoveled aside, the stench that had been gathering for days burst forth. Even the forensic doctor would find it revolting, only with a stronger endurance. The body had just been moved out, and only then did the team come out for some fresh air.
The job was far from done. All that lime was, in theory, evidence. The bricks had to be taken back as well—testing was one part, but some would also be kept as evidence.
Furthermore, several walls had been erected inside the room, and Qian Tongyi's intention was to pry them open for inspection.
