Cheng Long asked, "Boss, are we closing the case?"
"We can't close this case so casually. Seal the file for now." Shi Tiexin wrote "Archived" across the train crash case file and set it aside for the time being.
If they did not close the case, there would still be a chance to investigate further. If they closed it, the young man's cause of death would basically be buried forever. If there truly had been an injustice, it would never be redressed.
Most police chiefs would not do this.
It was not that police chiefs were born without a sense of justice. Anyone utterly devoid of justice would not have wanted to become a police officer in the first place. But constantly leaving cases unsolved would affect detectives' performance evaluations, draw punishment from above, invite media sieges, and even earn the public's scorn as incompetents.
Once or twice, three times or five, even a heart that had once burned fiercely would gradually turn cold.
Because of this environment, both internal and external, many cold cases were hastily closed. No one knew whose responsibility it was that things had come to this.
But Shi Tiexin did not care about that. He only wanted to seek truth from facts.
"By the way, have Li Jiahao's parents received compensation?" Shi Tiexin had always been concerned about the elderly couple.
"I don't know. I'll go ask."
Cheng Long ran off to inquire.
More than ten minutes later, he rushed back in a panic, his face filled with fury. "Boss, this is bad! Something happened—the old lady was beaten so badly she's in the hospital!"
"What?!" Shi Tiexin sprang to his feet.
Nie's City, Holy Love Hospital.
In the nursing ward, Li Jiahao's mother lay unconscious on the hospital bed with an oxygen mask over