Modu Police Station, meeting room.
Sunlight filtered through the translucent curtains like golden ribbons, gently spilling into the room, dancing on the wooden conference table and casting dappled shadows. The green plants in the corner gleamed with an especially verdant hue, wafting a hint of floral fragrance.
Under the watchful eyes of the others, Lin Chuan took steps forward, approaching the conference table.
His gaze didn't linger on the expressions of those present, but fell directly upon the 'Qing dynasty Chinese tangled branch pattern thin-walled jade vase' that had already cracked open.
The sunshine was ample, the translucent quality of the jade vase finely textured, crystal clear. Bright light pierced through the vase's thin-as-wings body, softly casting subtle, warm shadows that emerged from within.
At the same time, its internal patterns were also distinctly visible.