Afternoon, nearing evening.
Inside the Executive Government office building.
Lou Duan sat on the sofa, watching a news interview being broadcast on the television.
On the TV, the young Chief Constable looked grim and spoke with conviction:
"...Based on the clues I have gathered, Gong Lao certainly did not die by suicide, but was murdered. I suspect that Feng Mu, a prison guard at the Second Prison, is a key suspect!"
His voice carried an undeniable firmness, with an air of irreconcilable enmity against evil:
"I request that the Second Prison actively cooperates and sends the suspect Feng Mu to the Patrol Office for detailed investigation and questioning.
Any form of cover-up is intolerable. We must pursue the truth, give the deceased the truth they deserve, and uphold the fairness and justice of the law!"
Lou Duan stared at the determined young face on the TV, his lips slowly curling into a complex arc, part appreciation, part mockery:
