He always felt that a deeper conspiracy lay behind this case.
In his heart, he silently vowed to get to the bottom of it all.
Liang Song’s brows were furrowed, the flickering neon lights casting mottled shadows across his face. He gripped his phone, listening to He Chenguang’s report on the other end, the deafening music of the KTV feeling as if it were separated by a thin membrane.
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