Hot wind.
Shorts.
Durian stall.
Jiang Yuan had grown tired of durians; he held a file in his hands, drinking tea and reading at the same time.
Beside him, Wang Chuanxing and others were scrolling through short videos and chatting on WeChat, subtly experiencing the joy of a vacation.
This included the police liaison officer from the embassy, Chu Guanliang, and Cui Xiaohu from the ministry. They all felt quite relaxed now. Jiang Yuan had already solved two murder cases since arriving, and from their perspective, he had done a beautifully sufficient job. Even if he couldn't solve any more cases, it wouldn't matter.
Any detective from any place if swapped in, the efficiency and ability he had shown were beyond reproach.
Thud.
Jiang Yuan refilled the teapot, placing the kettle down.
Thud.
Kamaluddin and Zhong Renlong both lunged forward, bumping heads in the process.
"Let me pour the water," Kamaluddin said solemnly in Indonesian.