Jiang An stood by the sink for a long time, the icy tap water flowing through his fingers, yet unable to cool the turbulent questions in his mind.
His gaze unconsciously drifted towards the shutter door in the corner.
Jiang An clearly remembered the couple's words: no car at home, their son working in another city.
At this moment, an illogical detail kept magnifying in his mind.
If there is no vehicle, how does one explain the faint wheel tracks in the yard?
Even if someone needed to turn around, why would they deliberately drive into this secluded farmhouse compound?
Jiang An's fingertips unconsciously tapped the sink, droplets splashing onto his uniform sleeve, leaving dark traces.
When he shifted his gaze from the shutter door to the courtyard ground, a new discovery made his pupils contract—the cement ground was smooth and clean, with no sign of tire marks.
"Mr. Jiang, what are you daydreaming about?"
