Behind the breakfast stall, in the alley.
Officer Ma's police car quietly parked
on the police car.
A middle-aged, balding man wearing an apron, with a white chef's uniform stained with grease, was nervously waving his hands, explaining something.
Officer Ma and Officer Hu stood on either side of him, sandwiching him in the middle.
Being held by two senior investigators in uniform really gave a strong sense of intimidation!
Meanwhile, Zhang Feng and Lin Rui, the two forensic experts, were standing by the roadside outside the car, enjoying the morning breeze.
However, Lin Rui's gaze at Zhang Feng was perpetually tinged with disapproval.
It made Zhang Feng a bit nervous as he said:
"Director Lin, why are you looking at me like that... you didn't eat those fried dough sticks too, did you?"
Upon hearing the words "fried dough sticks," a look of resistance appeared on Lin Rui's face.
