Although this midnight meeting had not been particularly formal and had produced no minutes or the like, some of its key contents and details were collected and compiled by Lang Jin fifteen hours after it ended—at eight o'clock on the evening of October 31, roughly twenty-four hours after the Decapitation Case—and sent to Tang Li.
When Tang Li saw it, it was equivalent to Ronan, the man capable of doing anything, seeing it.
At the time, Ronan, the culprit, was at one of Madam Shan Chuan's temporary residences in the Central Urban Area. When he saw Deputy Director Mei Zhu's conclusion, he smiled and had Tang Li send a copy to Snake Tongue.
It was perfectly normal for Tang Li and Madam Shan Chuan to be in private contact. The District High-Energy Center now knew that the two had quite a "connection." There was nothing to fear even if it was discovered; if someone truly took it seriously, that would only make things more interesting.
Snake Tongue lingered briefly over the simple profile compiled by Mei Zhu and the other professionals, then skipped past it and said softly:
"The focus has shifted somewhat."
"Mm, my mistake. My methods were too brutal. Acting on impulse really won't do."
Ronan readily admitted his own error.
He really had been wrong this time. It was a classic case of the "person" overshadowing the "matter." Judging from the relevant meeting records, every side's attention had been on the murderer, while the clues behind the incident had received insufficient attention.
"I left clues on that broker. If they aren't too stupid, they'll trace them back to the Virtue Association. When that happens, I'll give them sufficient guidance."
At this point, Snake Tongue naturally had to preserve Ronan's dignity. But after saying that, she paused slightly