Two police officers looked He Xiaoya up and down, their eyes revealing a hint of annoyance. "Who are you? What do you want?"
"This fishpond is ours, and I just wanted to ask, now that you've collected the evidence, can we drain the pond? You know we're just a small family business; we can't afford delays!"
Seeing the pitiful look on He Xiaoya's face softened the expressions of the police officers.
"Of course, you can. But there's one thing you need to pay attention to—if you find any new evidence, remember to notify us immediately. It will facilitate our investigation."
He Xiaoya was overjoyed, nodding her head vigorously to express her gratitude.
After seeing off the police, the villagers, in groups of three or pairs, started to leave one after another. In their eyes, this kind of thing was fundamentally unsolvable - could a single discarded mineral water bottle really lead to the culprit?
What a joke!
