"What exactly did Kim Ji-woo photograph?"
"Whatever he photographed, it definitely had something to do with Zhou Keqin and He Shangyuan—something that could threaten them."
"Maybe it was because of what was in those photos that He Shangyuan and Zhou Keqin got into an argument, and he accidentally killed someone."
"The question now is, who exactly killed He Shangyuan?"
The whole matter was gradually becoming clearer. As long as they found those missing photos, they should be able to figure out some of what had happened—and find the real killer.
The difficult part was that those photos and negatives had probably been destroyed without a trace long ago.
The case had finally yielded a clue, but the team members were not in high spirits. On the contrary, they were all deeply dispirited.
Because at the crime scene that very day, they had lost one of their teammates, A Zhi.
Even Min Xingyu had a grim expression. His brows were knitted into a deep furrow, and he smoked one cigarette after another.
*
Su Qiao had originally thought that this matter had nothing to do with them, and that all she needed to do was stay home and quietly wait for news from the Police Station.
But the next morning, reality slapped her in the face.
Min Xingyu brought He Meishu and two other team members, standing stiffly at the courtyard gate.
When he saw the two people exercising in the yard, he showed none of his usual courtesy. Instead, he fixed a chilly gaze on Li Jingtai.
"Mr. Li Jingtai, you are suspected of involvement in a vicious serial murder case. Please come with us."
Su Qiao froze and turned to the man beside her with a frown. "What's going on?"
Li Jingtai remained completely calm, as if he had