Shen Wangjing did not move, but his gaze darkened.
Zhou Yanqing closed the door behind him, walked over to the window, and took a document from his briefcase, setting it on the sill.
"We've been watching the people you're investigating for eighteen months."
"Last month, someone sent the task force an anonymous letter. The ledgers, names, and route maps closely matched what you've been looking into privately. The transfer records under your name exposed your location. They've already tracked you to Capital City."
"The mining disaster wasn't an accident," Zhou Yanqing continued, his voice low. "We found traces of explosives in the tunnels. The man behind this mine was the handler of that cross-province trafficking ring back then. He's spent ten years making himself look legitimate, and he's still directing things from overseas."
"The methods used in your mother's case match this ring's exactly. But Shen Dayong is dead, so we've lost the testimony concerning the payoff. The evidence we have isn't enough to arrest that man."
Zhou Yanqing closed the document and turned to look at him.
"You're the one thorn in his side. You have what he fears most. If what you've uncovered comes to light, he'll spend the rest of his life in prison, so he won't leave you alone. The task force needs your cooperation. Deliberately let him see what you have and force him back from overseas. Once he enters the country, we can close the net."
Shen Wangjing drew his gaze back from downstairs and settled it on Zhou Yanqing's face.
"Why me?"
"Because only with you involved can we complete the chain in this case. Once we solve it, we can uncover everything about your mother-her identity, her origins, her real name. We need a reason for them to approach of their own