The village had changed a lot; it looked completely different from the photos in the case file.
The only thing that hadn't changed was Han Xiaolong's house.
The courtyard gate was locked. Inside, piles of clutter were stacked on the left and right.
There was also a large amount of cardboard. Lai Yong explained that Luo Limei was old and couldn't find a formal job. She only took occasional odd jobs, like landscaping, and often had to collect scrap to get by.
Shen Xin didn't see the dog Liu Jie had described, and his heart sank.
Rural, free-roaming dogs weren't meticulously cared for. It was already a feat for one to live for ten years or so.
Six years had passed. If this dog was dead, it wouldn't matter how capable he was.
"She's not home. We should wait."
Lai Yong glanced at the time. It was almost eleven.
Shen Xin nodded.
Seizing the opportunity, Shen Xin asked about the original investigation.
For example, the major suspect Liu Jie had mentioned, Wang Chenghui.
