In the car on the way to the City Bureau, Shen Xin was talking a blue streak.
"We were so close. We had just found the murder weapon, and I reckon the forensics team hadn't even made it down the mountain before it started to rain."
"You guys have no idea how hard it was raining. The sky just went dark in an instant. Over 100 millimeters of rain in an hour. Just imagine what that's like."
"And then there was the mudslide! The guy had gone up the mountain—my God, can you imagine how dangerous that was? We were all getting ready to pull back, but then it was Ten Thousand. He must have heard something, and that's how I found the guy."
Ding Yuwei curiously interjected, asking Shen Xin why Ten Thousand had such a name.
By all rights, he should have been called something like Blackie.
When they heard Shen Xin explain that he'd bought the dog for over ten thousand yuan, which was why he was named Ten Thousand, they didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
