That evening, after Wang Yan finished processing several routine fingerprint and image cases, he said goodbye to Xia Jie, who was on night duty, and went home with Zhao Jiwei.
A little after eleven, Li Dawei, who was undercover as a paid companion, came back reeking of alcohol mixed with all kinds of Perfume scents.
In the living room, Wang Yan sat by the window drinking tea and scrolling through his phone, while Zhao Jiwei sat on the sofa playing games.
Coming from a poor family, Zhao Jiwei had only heard about video games as a child. Back then, it was still the era of bulky desktop computers and cartridge-based red-and-white consoles, and he could only watch at other people's homes. He did not truly get to play until college.
The more a person lacked something, the more likely they were to become immersed in it. Even without the added pull of childhood deprivation, he still wanted to play. What Zhao Jiwei lacked, of course, was money. But since he earned little, he tried to spend as little as possible. In fact, if he could go without eating, no one would doubt that Zhao Jiwei had the resolve to quit meals entirely.
But the PlayStation Li Dawei had brought back, paired with Wang Yan's hundred-inch television and expensive sound system, cost him nothing. With such great audiovisual quality, the gaming experience was all the more enjoyable, and Zhao Jiwei was thoroughly absorbed.
Glancing at the utterly oblivious Zhao Jiwei, Li Dawei walked over and sat across from Wang Yan. He poured himself some tea and asked, "Brother Yan, how's the investigation into that dismemberment case going?"
Wang Yan glanced up at him, then lowered his head again to reply to messages from the public. "We handed it over to Captain