"Oh, look who's back—the great heroes."
At noon, Old Hu grinned happily as he watched Wang Yan and the others return, dusty from the road.
Then he spotted Brother Liang following behind them and asked, "And this is?"
"The victim's elder brother. He's here to collect her remains." Ma Kui turned to Brother Liang, who had fallen behind. "Comrade, this is our squad captain."
Old Hu's expression immediately turned solemn, his smile gone. He strode over and clasped Brother Liang's hands in both of his. "Comrade, we're terribly sorry. We didn't do our job well enough..."
Brother Liang repeatedly shook his head. "Leader, I understand. Your work isn't easy either. They told me how the case was solved. You've all worked hard..."
Old Hu's attitude was absolutely proper. There was nothing wrong with the officers joking among themselves in private. In their work, they had seen plenty of life and death, grown used to reunions and partings, joy and sorrow. Personally, none of them had any relation to the deceased. They couldn't possibly wear long faces and mourn at graves every time someone died.
But no matter what, grinning in front of a victim's family was inappropriate both emotionally and morally.
For a moment, the bond between police and citizens was deeply moving.
After arranging for Brother Liang to stay at the guesthouse, Wang Yan and the others asked about the truth of the case.
The officers who had handled the case last year had been the ones sent out. After receiving Old Ma's call, Old Hu had made the arrangements without much further thought.
Upon receiving the information, four officers headed for the chemical plant and found Huang Guodong.
Huang Guodong was surprised by the police visit. He carefully explained his connection with Old Liang's Family, as well as