"No need to be polite, if there's anything the team needs, just let us know. We'll fully cooperate and won't affect the investigation's progress."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang An slightly narrowed his eyes as he sank deeply into the wide office chair, which creaked softly, as if bearing the weight of his thoughts at that moment.
The room was exceptionally quiet, with only the low hum of the air conditioner and his own somewhat heavy breathing audible.
He closed his eyes, and scenes from the crime scene surged back like a tide—charred and deformed floors, the pungent smell of smoke, twisted scattered furniture remains, and the three bodies in various postures, shocking to behold.
Even though he was no longer the frontline detective rushing into action, but the overarching captain of the investigation team, carrying greater responsibilities and expectations on his shoulders.
Yet solving cases remained his fundamental duty, his unwavering belief.
