At the end, he added a note: "Jiang, the family of the victim in case number 3 will inquire about the progress every Wednesday. Remember to prepare new clues."
This discovery made Jiang An's mouth involuntarily curl up.
Twenty minutes later, Jiang An had already efficiently tidied up his office.
He rubbed his slightly aching temples, ready to enjoy a moment of tranquility.
He prepared to brew a cup of tea, to savor a brief moment in the life of a detective.
Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing pierced the air.
The name "Wan" kept flashing on the phone screen.
Jiang An's heart sank suddenly, the brows that had just been relaxed instantly turned into a knot.
He slowly put down the teabag in his hand and slid to answer the call.
"Hello, Wan, what's the matter?"
Jiang An deliberately maintained a calm tone, but the voice from the other end of the phone made his expression even heavier.
