West Valley Village, Song Zhenguo's convenience store.
Lying on the rocking chair, Song Zhenguo tried many ways, but ultimately couldn't avoid the fingerprint collection.
The police had chased him to the door, where could he run?
However, Song Zhenguo wasn't actually that nervous inside.
After all, so much time had passed since the incident.
It's not that easy to match his fingerprints.
Besides, the kid over in Penghu County had also been silenced, so there wasn't much of a problem.
That's why after the fingerprint was collected at noon, Song Zhenguo still lay on that creaky rocking chair.
Unlike the usual days when he would leisurely close his eyes and bask in the sun, today Song Zhenguo was counting the time, watching the sun set.
"The sky is dark... nothing should happen now."
The sun had sunk beyond West Mountain, as if a mountain monster had taken a bite, leaving only half.
Song Zhenguo felt inexplicably relaxed.
