The late night in the conference room felt heavy, like the calm before a storm.
The pale light illuminated over a hundred case files piled like a mountain.
Everyone was buried in their work, the rustling of pages slowly devouring the silence, as if immersed in a world of clues, isolated from the clamor outside.
At three in the morning, this deathly stillness was broken by Captain Li Jian: "There's a problem with this case."
The voice wasn't loud but like a stone thrown into a calm lake, it instantly stirred up waves.
Everyone stopped what they were doing, eyes focusing intently, full of inquiry and anticipation.
Mr. Fu, excited, sprang from his seat, not even bothering to smooth out the wrinkles in his trousers, and urgently asked, "What's going on?"
"You mean the killer could be the same person for this case?"
As he spoke, his eyes widened with excitement and urgency.
Captain Li Jian nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over everyone's faces.
