At 2:20 p.m. on September 5th.
In the lobby of the South City Police Department.
Since she had already been here once, Jiang Han was, in a sense, already familiar with the place. She easily found the lounge, stood on tiptoe to take a cup of coffee beneath the concerned gazes of the police witches, then sat on a rather tall sofa. Her small feet in Martin boots dangled and swung in midair, occasionally bumping together.
She did not particularly like coffee, yet she could not bring herself to utter a single word of condemnation or reproach for the cup in her hands.
Its aroma was mellow and rich, the unmistakable taste of freshly ground coffee beans drifting up... Witches all had keen palates, and they always enjoyed an extra layer of experience when tasting good food!
After contentedly finishing the cup, she turned her attention to the little cookies on the table in the waiting lounge.
They seemed to have just come out of the oven...
Outside the lounge door, a detective in a cloak, short skirt, and long boots hurried past. The absolute territory formed by her gray stockings made Jiang Han glance twice without meaning to.
Detective Kong Yawei—was she looking for me? Recalling the other woman's name, Jiang Han raised her hand and called out twice:
"Detective, over here, over here!"
Miss Kong Yawei's listless eyes turned toward her. With a sweep of her cloak, she strode over like some enormous bat in the night.
"You arrived a little early," she said, her tone somewhat stiff.
Is she in a bad mood? Unwilling to invite trouble, Jiang Han smiled and said:
"It's better to arrive a little early..."
"That's right, arriving early is better!" Kong Yawei raised her voice slightly, tilted her head, and rested a