Lin Xu stood up and looked at Su Tingyan.
"Do you have any questions?"
Su Tingyan shook his head, first looking at Lin Xu.
His white shirt had become wrinkled and was covered with dust from rolling on the ground.
"How are you?"
"Me? I'm fine, but that person just now…" Lin Xu looked towards the direction where the motorcycle had driven off.
The two quickly arrived at the traffic department.
From the CCTV footage they found, they could see it was an expensive motorcycle, the rider wore a hat, but the motorcycle had no license plate. The department staff cautiously said, "It seems very difficult to identify who it was. The person drove off and never came back, and we suspect the vehicle might have been abandoned midway."
Lin Xu had already anticipated this outcome.
The two left and went outside; Lin Xu asked, "Do you have any leads?"