In a short while, the room was enveloped in mist.
Captain Wang, who liked to walk around the room during meetings, seemed as if he were in a fairyland, emerging from one end of the mist and then disappearing into the other.
As he walked through, the meeting's topics—including evidence, fingerprints, inquiries, and social connections—were sorted out one by one.
He would call on whoever was responsible for each area, asking them to speak.
Zhang Feng, responsible for everything yet for nothing, sat alone in the mist, just listening.
After about half an hour.
Captain Wang extinguished the cigarette he had been smoking continuously.
The organization was complete with no omissions.
What remained was like searching for a needle in a haystack.
"Should we start with Black Dust Incense?" Zhang Feng spoke then, noticing that everyone was looking at him in unison.
