Fu Shiyan and An Yan left the police station at 3:30 in the afternoon.
Han Yang rose and slid the partition, splitting the car into two spaces.
An Yan, observing Fu Shiyan's somewhat exhausted demeanor, said, "Ayan, I think something isn't quite right with you these days."
Fu Shiyan didn't want her to overthink, so he didn't mention to her the woman who kept appearing in his mind.
He folded her into his arms and kissed her hair, "I'm fine, don't worry."
An Yan leaned into the man's embrace, feeling an inexplicable unease.
Two people had died in two consecutive days.
It seemed to have no connection, but in reality, it targeted her and Fu Shiyan.
An Yan speculated that this wasn't an accident but the act of someone intentionally doing this, like a hidden mastermind behind the scenes constantly pushing them forward...
Following the address An Yan had given, Han Yang drove to the border between Xiangcheng and Sucheng, stopping in front of a traditional courtyard house.