Modu Police Station.
After interrogating Hu Shu and Gao Qinglin, dusk had already fallen.
The post-rain twilight painted the city in a full spread of golden yellow, as if even the air had been tinged with color.
Inside the reception room, Lin Chuan leisurely admired the thin-walled jade vase in front of him.
This one, seized from the Ancient Moon Museum, was the genuine "Qing Dynasty Chinese tangled branch pattern thin-walled jade vase".
"Indeed, the real thing is different."
Lin Chuan took a flashlight and shone its light from top to bottom on the thin-walled jade vase.
In the interplay of light and shadow, he could distinctly perceive a mysterious charm emanating from the vase, possibly from years of refinement, or perhaps a psychological effect.
"Comrade Lin."
At that moment, Director Zhao Gang entered the reception room with a brisk stride, his face beaming with a smile.
In his eyes, there was an 'ardent' admiration for Lin Chuan.