Yan Ren came out from the interrogation room and stood at the entrance of the police station, smoking one cigarette after another.
He looked up at the thick night sky above him, a heavy gloom weighing on his heart.
Seeing this, Xiao Yang hesitated with the latest information in hand.
Yan Ren caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye, finished his last puff, stubbed out the cigarette, and turned to look at him.
"Xiao Yang, how is the investigation going?"
Xiao Yang immediately handed over the materials to Yan Ren with a serious expression.
"Captain Yan, everything Zhou Bao said is true. We checked as he said and all the details match."
"Whether it's his identity or motive forehand the crime, or the method used that night, everything matches perfectly."
Yan Ren frowned, flipping through the materials as a throbbing pain started in his temples.
"So Nan Luzhi is really innocent?"
