In the precinct conference room.
The Ministry of State Security team had arrived long ago. About a dozen of them were there, and the room was a hive of activity.
In a corner, Qian Zidan obsequiously offered a cigarette to Zhang Hancheng. "Senior," he said, "do me a favor. We already know it's him, so there's no need to be in such a rush."
"I guarantee you, he's not going anywhere."
Zhang Hancheng didn't take it. He glanced at Qian Zidan and said coldly, "My man is still lying in a hospital bed."
Originally, the case had been a complete mess, making progress difficult.
Who would have thought that Wang Liang's confession would suddenly break the case wide open?
The investigation's pace was like hitting the expressway and flooring it to top speed.
Using Li Siyu's hidden phone number, they had locked onto a person.
Zhang Zhanhui!
The text message had been sent to a number registered under the name of a woman named Chen Weixia.
