Yun Lian pointed to the photography equipment and—the television set.

"This is?"

They won't tear down the hotel, will they?

The wobbling screws on the screen seemed to be accusing them.

"Ahem, these are all evidence."

"Officer, you still haven't told me your name."

"Song Zhu, you can call me Xiao Song."

By the time the police car finally arrived at the station, the two were already like familiar friends.

After finishing the statement, it was time for Song Zhu to leave work.

Where are you going? Want a ride?

Yun Lian silently exited the ride-hailing app.

"Go to a real bar near the university town, not a makeshift bar, and not a bar with criminals."

Song Zhu chuckled to himself.

Upon closer reflection, it seems that both of their meetings were at the bar.

Strangely, the two encounters, though brief, took place in two different cities.

I don't know if it's fate or...

"Okay, there happens to be a bar with a decent atmosphere, not too chaotic. Shall I give you a ride?"

"Okay, thank you, Officer Song."

"No need to be so polite. You can call me Xiao Song or Song Zhu when we're out."

At this moment, Yun Lian suddenly remembered Mu Xi. After being knocked unconscious by her, she wondered if she had been lucky enough to get a government job.

"Alright, by the way, Song Zhu, how is Mu Xi doing?"

"Mu Xi? The one who's unconscious?"

"Yeah, but he tricked me into leaving."

"Based on the evidence collected, barring any unforeseen circumstances, our food and lodging will be guaranteed from now on."

Yun Lian took a deep breath, and even the air felt much fresher.

"Then I can rest assured."

Yun Lian opened Song Zhu's car door with peace of mind, but was stopped by someone just as she was about to get in.

"Yun Lian, where do you want to go again?"

Yun Lian was confused. Why did that voice sound so much like Huo Ye's?