Whoosh!
The convoy came to a stop outside the Deron Special Bureau. Xia Fan stepped out of the hovercar, while Dylan and Ma Zheng escorted Chen Changsheng out of it.
Perhaps because of the words Xia Fan had said, Chen Changsheng not only did not resist, he had a bright light in his eyes, and there was some remorse within them.
It was past midnight, but the Special Bureau was still brightly lit as everyone worked another sleepless night. The inability to solve the case of the Wednesday Killer had tortured the Investigators of the Special Bureau for half a year, and every one of their faces carried deep fatigue.
"Isn't that the Logistics Division?"
"Who are they escorting? It can't be the Wednesday Killer, right?"
"It should be. I think the Wednesday Killer case is the only case the Logistics Division has."
"That means that the Wednesday Killer has been caught!"
"So fast!? Impossible!"