The atmosphere in the conference room was heavy, the air thick with swirling smoke.
It felt like a throwback to the eighties and nineties. Back then, every detective wore a leather jacket with a leather satchel tucked under one arm. They were all chain-smokers, with a gun in their bag and a cigarette dangling from their lips.
The smoke made Shen Xin's eyes water as he silently watched Xu Jinguang.
They had been discussing it all afternoon and still hadn't reached a decision.
Some were against it, fearing it would only stir up the hornet's nest.
Of course, there were also those in favor. The investigation had been running since February. It felt like a bottomless pit, a constant drain on manpower and resources. To say they were mentally and physically exhausted was no exaggeration.
