The media was omnipresent; the dismemberment case hit the top news.
Pamdow's general manager's office.
"It wasn't you?"
Xu Zhonghan replied, "At the construction site, let him run away."
According to the original plan, it was supposed to be taken care of at the construction site, but it wasn't successful.
Xu Zhonghan's appearance and build were unremarkable, with a medium stature, neither fat nor thin, not tall nor short, and with no standout features, making him easily forgettable.
Criminal investigators knew that people without distinguishing characteristics were more difficult to investigate.
Pang Shifang paced back and forth in front of his office desk, anxious yet surprisingly relieved, as if struck by a huge pie in this contradictory manner.
"Who the heck killed him?"
Murder, dismemberment—these aren't things a normal person could do.
One thing Pang Shifang could be sure of: "Definitely not the person who's been trying to dig up dirt on me."
So who could it be?
