Just when I relaxed and drank tea and played chess with them, a truck suddenly collided heh heh heh.
This was a storefront on the first floor.
"Old Zhang, what are you looking at?" The officer, a member of the investigation team, noticed Zhang Feng peering against the window, immediately sensing what he was scrutinizing.
"Nothing, just looking at the night view," Zhang Feng replied as he glanced out onto the street.
But before Zhang Feng could ponder for a few seconds.
Ring ring, the officer's phone rang.
He answered it, chatted briefly with the caller, then told Zhang Feng, "Sorry, Old Zhang, can't join you for dinner tonight, there's a situation."
"What's going on?" Another person asked the officer, "Team matter?"
"Yes." The officer nodded, "There's been a murder in the west suburb."
"Invite Old Zhang along," another person suggested as they stood up, "Old Zhang is practically a colleague in our team, an expert in our city's investigation field."
