Good Guy, I Almost Confessed, How Excited!

"This person..."

"Can we find him?"

Eight o'clock in the evening.

It should have been the end of their workday, but Su Xuan and Zhou Qiang were still in the office. They had just used Officer Mo's composite sketch to search on the police cloud database.

"Based on Officer Mo's composite sketch, this guy named Chuan Yang seems to be a good match," Su Xuan said, his expression serious. "But the time and location don't match up."

Zhou Qiang, hunched over the desk, was staring at the computer screen. The man's facial features closely resembled the composite sketch, almost a perfect match among the people they had found.

But, as Su Xuan had pointed out, he was too far away.