Noon.
When lunch break came, Xu Xuewu didn't have much of an appetite. He brewed himself a cup of tea, settled by the window, took a couple of deep breaths, lit a cigarette, and gradually his anxiety began to ease.
In just a few days, the case center had gone from overcrowded to empty, and Xu Xuewu had been under no small amount of pressure.
So-called pleas for leniency over the phone, visits to pull strings - in these few days, they had peaked. Fortunately, as the cases made rapid progress, and after the suspects were transferred to the detention center, Xu Xuewu finally felt a bit of relief.
Clack clack clack clack.
The sound of hard leather shoes on the floorboards reached Xu Xuewu's ears and made his eyebrows furrow.
"Old Jiang, can't you be like the youngsters, wearing some sneakers or something? It would be more comfortable to run in." Xu Xuewu didn't need to look to know it was the brigade's instructor, Jiang Yunli.