They soon arrived at the traffic police brigade.
Lu Yuanhe met with his close friend, who was also the captain in charge of handling Lu Hechen's traffic accident case, Bai Yunqing.
Only the two of them sat down in the office.
Lu Yuanhe looked at him and said, "Old Bai, tell me the truth, Hechen's car accident, was it man-made or an accident?"
Captain Bai Yunqing was over fifty years old and was facing retirement, his face full of the marks of time, and even his temples were white.
He looked at Lu Yuanhe, didn't speak, but first looked towards him and said, "I've waited for you for a long time, Brother Lu. Only now do you come to ask me about this matter, don't you think it's too late?"
Lu Yuanhe's eyes tightened, and he felt a sense of foreboding in his heart.
Bai Yunqing said, "Now, you come to ask me whether it was man-made or accidental. I want to ask you, what if it were man-made? What if it were an accident?"
