He pondered briefly and speculated, "Could it be that we happened to arrive at mealtime, and the women are at home cooking?"
Jiang An furrowed his brow slightly, his gaze cautiously sweeping over the tightly closed courtyard doors and silent alleys surrounding them. He whispered, "Cooking sounds reasonable, but I can't shake the feeling... that there's a pair of eyes watching us closely from the shadows."
"Hey!" Mr. Qin raised his hand and heavily patted Jiang An on the shoulder.
"Mr. Jiang, are you perhaps too exhausted from investigating cases lately?"
"It's inevitable to have some illusions when you've been under constant mental strain."
"It's not entirely about psychological stress..."
Just as Jiang An was about to continue arguing, a slight engine sound came from the alleyway.
