The office was filled with lingering smoke, he pinched out the stub of a cigarette between his fingers, unable to close his eyes due to the headache at the back of his head.
The surveillance video on his computer continued to replay, and the pile of documents on his desk was in disarray. Zhao Guoying massaged his forehead, trying to relieve the fatigue and headache that had been plaguing him these past few days.
However, because he was massaging the wrong spot due to his headache, his symptoms didn't lessen at all. Instead, the back of his head felt even more uncomfortable.
The national sensation of the "nephew kills uncle" case was entirely resting on his shoulders. Public opinion was flying, all kinds of speculations were abounding, and the upper levels were under great pressure for him to solve the case quickly and to provide an explanation to the public. The time was ticking away, but he had no leads at all.