Earlier, while investigating “Zeng Yan,” Beiye Sub-bureau discovered that her father, Zeng Qun, might have been connected to the disappearance of the Zhu mother and daughter from Miaoping Street, Zhu Yumo and Zhu Qianqian. The pair’s background was mysterious. People who had lived on Miaoping Street back then knew only that Zhu Yumo was beautiful and made exceptional cold dishes. Beiye Sub-bureau conducted extensive canvassing around the mother and daughter but gained very little. Later, Ming Han passed the lead to the Mobile Unit.
Chen Zheng asked, “Any progress?”
“Still no reply. I’ll push them again. When you mentioned those old details we never found answers to, I suddenly remembered the two of them.”
Chen Zheng let his mind go blank for a moment. “Mm.”
“I remember hearing something else on Miaoping Street back then,” Ming Han said. “The older women who had looked after Zhu Yumo said someone spread a rumor that she worked for drug traffickers.”
Chen Zheng’s attention snapped into focus, and he frowned. “There was something like that.”
The older women had spoken with obvious disdain. Zhu Yumo was gentle and kind and had a child with her. How could she possibly be involved in crime? Whoever spread that rumor was black-hearted, jealous because the Zhu family’s cold-dish business was doing well.
Zhuquan City had done very well with anti-drug enforcement in recent years, and drug traffickers had long since disappeared from public view. Judging from the residents’ reactions, Zhu Yumo truly did not seem involved with them. So neither Chen Zheng nor Kong Bing had paid much attention to the “rumor.”
But things were different now. One truth after another had been uncovered, only for new questions to follow. The heart of the problem was gradually converging on the real and false Zeng Yan and on Wu Lianshan’s experiences at No. 2 Middle School. Details overlooked at the beginning were rising through the mire like bubbles, finally bursting at the surface.
Chen Zheng replayed his conversation with Wu Lianshan in his mind. She had been extremely reluctant to discuss the true cause of her parents’ deaths. The collision when she was young had not been an ordinary traffic accident. Rather than saying her parents had been killed by a speeding truck, it was more accurate to say they had been killed by vicious drug traffickers. She had to be carrying a deep hatred of drug traffickers inside her.
Now that they understood Wu Lianshan’s family background and had shifted the focus of the investigation onto her, looking back at the so-called rumor that “Zhu Yumo worked for drug traffickers” sent a chill down Chen Zheng’s spine.
“Gong Jin is someone we can trust,” Chen Zheng said.
“Huh?” Ming Han had not caught up yet. “Why are you suddenly talking about him?”
Chen Zheng suppressed the way the clues seemed to be leaping wildly in his mind. “Captain Gong has put down roots in Yafu City. Find a way to talk to him more.”
“About what?”
“Everything.”
After a moment, Ming Han laughed. “Bro, what kind of riddle are you giving me?”
It wasn’t a riddle. Chen Zheng thought that what had flashed through his mind just now was only the rough outline of a theory. If he brought it directly to Ming Han and the theory was wrong, he would only drag Ming Han further off course with him.
“But I think I get it.” Ming Han sounded relaxed. “All right. I’ll go invite Captain Gong to dinner.”
When the call ended, Chen Zheng stood for a long time at a busy intersection, watching people hurry past. Yet what rose in his mind was the noisy, chaotic school gate at dismissal time.
The winter ten years ago had changed more than Hao Le, Zeng Yan, and the others. Wu Lianshan had suddenly left Zhuquan City too. If they wanted to find the truth of what happened back then… Ke Shuer was a good person to ask.
Because Hao Le had died on Xuebu Mountain, Ke Shuer had come to Beiye Sub-bureau several times as a witness to give statements. Wei Youtai’s testimony proved that she had not taken part in bullying Hao Le and had nothing to do with his death. Kong Bing doubted whether that testimony was true, but with no other evidence, they had no choice but to leave Ke Shuer alone for the time being. She had now quit her job at the claw-machine arcade and, at her parents’ urging, was attending regular therapy. When Chen Zheng visited the Ke home again, she was in much better condition than before.
Ke Shuer’s mother remained wary of the police, afraid her daughter would be dragged back into the mire. Ke Shuer said, “Mom, it’s fine. Officer Chen has helped me a lot. I’ll go out and talk to him. Don’t worry.”
They went to the same landscaped path beside the residential complex. Compared with Chen Zheng’s previous visit, yellow leaves now carpeted the ground. Ke Shuer was emotionally steady. “Officer Chen, what do you need my help with?”
“Still the ‘Zeng Yan’ case.”
Ke Shuer took an involuntary deep breath. “You still… haven’t caught the killer?”
“We have some leads.” Chen Zheng took out a photograph of Wu Lianshan. “Does she look familiar?”
After looking at it, Ke Shuer said, “Officer Chen, did you forget? You showed me her picture before. You said she had been to ‘Zeng Yan’s’ home and asked whether I knew who she was. I told you then that I didn’t know her.”
Chen Zheng nodded and opened another photograph, one Ming Han had copied while visiting Wu Lianshan’s hometown. In it, Wu Lianshan was still a junior-high student. “What about this one? Have you seen her?”
Ke Shuer glanced at it, then took the phone from Chen Zheng and studied it more intently. “I think…”
“No rush. Think carefully.”
Ke Shuer said with certainty, “I’ve seen her, but I can’t remember who she was or where I saw her.”
Chen Zheng opened the photograph Ming Han had taken at Granny Wu’s stall. Beautiful handmade crafts filled the frame, bright and colorful in the sunlight. “She and her family used to run a stall near No. 2 Middle School selling these woven cords. But by the time she was helping at the stall, you and Feng Feng had already graduated.”
Ke Shuer’s eyes slowly widened. “It was her?”
“You remember her?”
Ke Shuer nodded nervously. “I didn’t start working immediately after high school. You know that. Feng Feng and the rest of us would go back to No. 2 Middle School whenever we had nothing else to do, so I saw her. There was an old woman with her?”
“Yes. Her grandmother.” Chen Zheng took back his phone and reopened the photograph of Wu Lianshan secretly taken by “Zeng Yan.” “She may be connected to the death of ‘Zeng Yan,’ the later one. After the original Zeng Yan left school, she immediately returned to Yafu City with her grandmother. What I want to know is whether anything happened while she was helping at the stall near No. 2 Middle School, especially anything involving the earlier Zeng Yan.”
Ke Shuer’s expression became increasingly grave. She found a bench and sat down, clasping her hands tightly. She seemed to want to speak but had not yet organized her thoughts.
Seeing her reaction, Chen Zheng knew the trip had not been wasted.
“Officer Chen, give me a minute. My head’s a little messy right now.” Ke Shuer muttered to herself, “This Wu went to the fake Zeng Yan’s house. The fake Zeng Yan took her picture. The fake Zeng Yan’s death is connected to this Wu… She definitely knew ‘Zeng Yan’ was fake!”
Chen Zheng asked gently, “Why?”
“I… I saw her with Zeng Yan. She even gave Zeng Yan a sweater necklace.” Confusion and unease filled Ke Shuer’s eyes. “Could she have been avenging Zeng Yan?”
“What was the sweater necklace about? Take your time.”
Ke Shuer swallowed several times, then began telling him about something she had never mentioned to anyone before.
Ten years ago, she and Feng Feng were still dating. As the leader of a group of delinquents, Feng Feng naturally had plenty of girls hanging around him calling him “Bro.” Of all those girls, the one Ke Shuer hated most was Zeng Yan. Feng Feng always insisted Zeng Yan was only like a little sister to him, and Zeng Yan herself had explained her relationship with Feng Feng, but Ke Shuer did not believe either of them.
She had assumed Feng Feng and Zeng Yan would grow apart after graduation. Instead, Feng Feng kept spending every day around No. 2 Middle School and saw Zeng Yan even more often than before. Ke Shuer’s hostility toward Zeng Yan grew until she began following her.
The school gate had always been crowded with vendors selling every imaginable thing. That summer, a new stall appeared among them selling woven accessories. The stallholder was a gray-haired older woman with exceptionally deft hands. The phone straps, hair ties, and waist chains she wove were nothing like ordinary wholesale goods. Every piece was uniquely beautiful.
What girl would not like new and pretty things like those? For a while, customers packed the old woman’s stall. Ke Shuer bought several cords herself and loved winding them around her wrist in layer after layer.
Sometimes a girl accompanied the old woman. Ke Shuer vaguely remembered the old woman calling her Shanshan. Shanshan always wore vivid hair ties in her hair, practically serving as the old woman’s model.
But Ke Shuer had no interest whatsoever in either the old woman or Shanshan. If she saw them elsewhere, she certainly would not have greeted them. Then one day, after an argument with Feng Feng, Ke Shuer grew irritated and decided to follow Zeng Yan again. She was determined to find proof that Zeng Yan and Feng Feng were having an “affair.”
Zeng Yan was not in class. A classmate said she had skipped school. Ke Shuer decided Zeng Yan must have gone to see Feng Feng. After searching around, she spotted Zeng Yan at the convenience store by the back gate. Zeng Yan bought a drink and moved around furtively by herself. Ke Shuer followed, assuming the drink was for Feng Feng. But Zeng Yan turned into an alley and handed it to a girl.
Ke Shuer looked more closely. Wasn’t that Shanshan?
She was astonished. How did those two know each other?
Neither Zeng Yan nor Shanshan noticed her. Laughing and chatting, they headed to the bus stop. Ke Shuer knew that route well. It ran from No. 2 Middle School to downtown, the same bus she and her friends always took when they went into the city to have fun.
Once she confirmed Zeng Yan was not meeting Feng Feng, Ke Shuer’s mood improved considerably. She reconciled with Feng Feng that same day and stopped caring what kind of relationship Zeng Yan and Shanshan had. But some time later, something else happened.
It was winter. Girls were wearing thick clothes, and long sweater necklaces had become fashionable. Ke Shuer could not find one she liked anywhere. Even the ones in the malls looked ordinary to her. But at the old woman’s stall, she saw one that immediately caught her eye. Green was its dominant color, with intricate, ornate patterns and an unmistakable ethnic style. It was hard to say it was breathtakingly beautiful, but it was undeniably distinctive.
She picked it up immediately. “How much is this?” She guessed it had to be expensive. Otherwise, something that attractive would not have sat there for half the day without being bought. She had already decided she would buy it no matter the price.
The old woman was about to answer when Shanshan hurried over, snatched the necklace back, and said breathlessly, “Sister, sorry, this one isn’t for sale!”
Ke Shuer stared. “Why not?”
The old woman laughed. “My granddaughter made it for a friend. I got muddled and put it out with the things for sale.”
Ke Shuer was disappointed, but once she learned the necklace had been made specifically for someone else, she liked it less. She asked, “Can I order one? I’d like one custom-made.”
“Of course. What kind would you like?”
“I want…”
A week later, Ke Shuer received her custom sweater necklace. It was blue-green. Though it was not as striking at first glance as the one she had seen earlier, she was still very satisfied. She had plans to go to a bar with Feng Feng and wore the necklace so she could show it off properly. But when Feng Feng saw it, he said, “Your taste isn’t as good as Zeng Yan’s. Hers looks better than this. What even is yours? Not blue, not green.”
It was like having a basin of ice water dumped over her. Her expression collapsed on the spot. No matter how Feng Feng tried to coax her that day, she could not cheer up.
Because Zeng Yan’s necklace bothered her so much, she went to Zeng Yan’s classroom the very next day to see just how beautiful it was. Zeng Yan stood at the classroom door with the green sweater necklace Ke Shuer had wanted but failed to get hanging over her chest.
Zeng Yan and Ke Shuer did not get along. She said impatiently, “Seen enough?”
“Where did you get that necklace?”
“A friend gave it to me.”
Ke Shuer asked nothing more. She suddenly understood.
Ultimately, who Zeng Yan befriended had nothing to do with her. But because the necklace was connected to Zeng Yan, Ke Shuer developed an aversion to all the woven necklaces she had bought, put them away, and never wore them again.
At this point in the story, Ke Shuer remembered the blue-green sweater necklace she had found the last time she went through things at her parents’ home. It had looked familiar then. Now she finally remembered that she had bought it that year.
Ke Shuer continued. During the winter break not long afterward, Hao Le fell from the cliff. Frightened, their whole group stopped contacting one another. Zeng Yan withdrew from school after the new term began. By then, Ke Shuer had not been back to No. 2 Middle School for a long time and only heard about it near the start of summer. Shanshan and the old woman had already stopped setting up their stall there by then.
For all these years, Ke Shuer had never again thought about Shanshan, the girl who had been so close to Zeng Yan. Remembering her now only made the whole thing more frightening. “Did she know something happened to Zeng Yan? Like… if Zeng Yan died, did she kill the current ‘Zeng Yan’ to avenge her?”
Suspicion was surging through Chen Zheng too. He calmed Ke Shuer down, walked her back to her parents’ home, and borrowed the blue-green sweater necklace.
Once he was alone and everything quieted, Ke Shuer’s words echoed in Chen Zheng’s ears: Wu Lianshan avenged the real Zeng Yan by killing the current “Zeng Yan.”
No. It couldn’t be that simple. Wu Lianshan had left Zhuquan City right around the time Zeng Yan withdrew from school. She knew what had happened back then and might even have participated in it. She had seen the fake Zeng Yan ten years ago. Had the fake Zeng Yan known she existed? What exactly had happened among the three of them?
Chen Zheng leaned over the steering wheel and closed his eyes. No…
Wu Lianshan had claimed that she met “Zeng Yan” while square dancing, admired “Zeng Yan’s” carefree confidence, and often confided in her about relationship problems. She had said she went to “Zeng Yan’s” home that day because she was upset about her relationship.
Wu Lianshan had been lying to the police from the very beginning. There was no way she had met “Zeng Yan” that way.
Most likely, they had known of one another’s existence ten years ago. “Zeng Yan” knew Wu Lianshan had been the real Zeng Yan’s friend, while Wu Lianshan knew why the real Zeng Yan had disappeared. What their reunion in Zhuquan City meant was something both of them understood perfectly well.
Wu Lianshan had not gone to “Zeng Yan’s” home to confide in her. She had gone to seek a solution. That finally explained why “Zeng Yan” had secretly photographed her. To “Zeng Yan,” Wu Lianshan was an extremely dangerous presence.
Even so, “Zeng Yan” could not have gone to the police for help because she herself could not withstand scrutiny. On the day she died, “Zeng Yan” realized someone was following her. Under pressure, she tried to find someone for help but failed, ultimately falling into Wu Ye’s hands.
Chen Zheng wanted to look again at the phone “Zeng Yan” had deliberately hidden in the wardrobe. It had been one of the first important pieces of physical evidence the police obtained.
At the evidence unit, an officer found the phone and handed it to Chen Zheng. It was very old. Chen Zheng charged it again and pressed the power button for quite a while before the screen finally lit up. The wallpaper was still the male celebrity he had seen before. Chen Zheng stared at him for a moment, his brows gradually drawing together.
The celebrity was named Lin Dong. He had been very popular in recent years. The previous year, he had starred in the hit television drama Feather Affairs, playing an anti-narcotics officer named Yu Feng.
When Chen Zheng first saw “Zeng Yan’s” wallpaper, his immediate assumption was that she liked Feather Affairs and, by extension, had become a fan of Lin Dong, the actor. That was perfectly normal. Feather Affairs had a gripping plot and compelling characters. Even Chen Zheng had watched several episodes.
But seeing Lin Dong’s photograph now gave it a different meaning.
Yu Feng, the character Lin Dong played, was an anti-narcotics officer, and “Zeng Yan” liked the character. Wu Lianshan’s parents had been killed by drug traffickers. And there were rumors linking the missing Zhu mother and daughter to drug traffickers.
The single word “drugs” connected them. The rumor about the Zhu mother and daughter had not yet been verified, so setting that aside for now, there were “Zeng Yan” and Wu Lianshan. Wu Lianshan hated drug traffickers, while “Zeng Yan” liked a fictional anti-narcotics officer.
Chen Zheng pressed his fingers to his eye sockets, unwilling to draw any conclusion too quickly. He let his mind loosen slightly and allowed his thoughts to drift farther. Suddenly, a familiar figure surfaced in his mind.
Han Qu.
He remembered why Feather Affairs had left such a strong impression on him, strong enough that he even remembered Yu Feng’s actor was named Lin Dong.
When the show was at the height of its popularity, his mother, Lu Hejun, had enthusiastically recommended it to him, saying it was especially good and the male lead was handsome and looked like him. Chen Zheng did not enjoy police dramas. They felt awkward to watch. But Madam Lu’s enthusiasm was impossible to withstand, so he promised to watch when he had time.
Once he started, he watched several episodes. What caught his attention was not the plot but the protagonist, Yu Feng. Madam Lu saying the lead looked like him had only been a joke. In her eyes, probably every handsome police officer looked like her son.
The person Yu Feng truly resembled was not Chen Zheng. It was Han Qu.
The resemblance was abstract and hard to describe. It was not appearance or voice. Yu Feng and Han Qu were not even the same kind of police officer. Yet Chen Zheng still felt they were alike. Han Qu was his brother, and Chen Zheng knew him too well. In several scenes where Yu Feng walked or ran, and several moments where he joked with other people, it looked almost as if he were imitating Han Qu.
Chen Zheng had even looked up Lin Dong’s public information because of it and found no connection whatsoever to Han Qu. The municipal bureau and Provincial Department had investigated Han Qu before. As far as Chen Zheng knew, they had never found any entanglement between Han Qu and this actor either.
Chen Zheng shook his head and pulled his attention back to the case. The figure in his mind dissolved like sea foam.
In Yafu City, after uncovering a key lead, Xu Chuan was now overflowing with professional zeal and had practically become the most eager worker in the entire municipal bureau. The moment Ming Han finished his call with Chen Zheng, Xu Chuan came over and asked whether there was anything he could do.
Ming Han laughed. “Your Director Chen told me to invite Captain Gong to dinner.”
Xu Chuan immediately said, “I’m hungry too. Can I freeload?”
In the end, Gong Jin treated them instead, inviting them home. Gong Jin’s wife also worked in the public-security system, though not on the front line, so her schedule was somewhat more flexible. When she heard Gong Jin was bringing colleagues home for dinner, she made a whole table of home-cooked dishes.
Ming Han said, “Sorry to trouble you, Sister-in-law.”
Mrs. Gong smiled and waved a hand. “Trouble, what trouble? My husband doesn’t know how to handle people. You two put up with him.”
Xu Chuan had not eaten home cooking in a long time and devoted himself entirely to the food. Ming Han and Gong Jin discussed the case, eventually bringing up Wu Lianshan’s family. Gong Jin had not started working yet when the Wu family tragedy happened, so naturally he had not taken part in the investigation. But as Chen Zheng had said, he had put down roots in Yafu City and knew the traffic collision had drug traffickers behind it.
“What a pity.” Gong Jin sighed. “The unit checked whether the Wu couple themselves had any connection to the traffickers. Turned out they were simply unlucky. They went out early to purchase stock so they could catch the best business. Their hard work ended up costing them their lives.”
When Gong Jin spoke about Yafu City’s anti-drug situation in the past, he was deeply emotional. Because of its geography, anti-narcotics work in Yafu City had gone badly in the early years, and most of Han Province’s drug traffickers had hidden there. The local police and the Provincial Department’s Mobile Unit had paid for the city’s present peace with lives. That was also why Gong Jin had chosen to remain and protect Yafu City.
Gong Jin said, “You’re from the Mobile Unit too.”
“I didn’t live through any of that,” Ming Han said. “You all had it hard.”
After they talked a while longer, Ming Han asked, “The people arrested over that traffic collision. Are any of them out now?”
Gong Jin explained that the collision happened after the police had already begun closing the net. Large numbers of traffickers were being arrested, and some panicked while also wanting revenge on society. Within a few months, most of the traffickers, including those responsible for the crash, had been captured and sentenced. Some received the death penalty. Some became ill and died in prison. Those whose crimes were less serious had finished their sentences in recent years, but all remained under police watch.
“I want to meet them.”
Gong Jin was silent for a moment. “You think these traffickers are connected to the Zhuquan City cases?”
“To be frank, I don’t know yet,” Ming Han said. “I only have a vague idea. I want to speak with them and verify a few things.”
Gong Jin did not press him. “All right. I’ll arrange it.”
Full and satisfied, Xu Chuan could barely bring himself to leave the Gong home. Mrs. Gong said, “You like my cooking that much? Come eat whenever you have time.”
Xu Chuan scratched his hair, embarrassed. “I’d love to, but I’m not a criminal investigator and I don’t work in Yafu City. Once the case here is solved, I have to go back.”
Mrs. Gong looked curious. “You look like a young detective to me. Just like our Old Gong when he was young.”
“Huh? What was Captain Gong like when he was young?”
Mrs. Gong glanced toward Gong Jin, who had gone into the kitchen to wash dishes. Happiness and concern mingled in her eyes. “Always charging to the front no matter what happened. Brave. Steady.”
After leaving the Gong home, Xu Chuan said nothing for a long time, clearly preoccupied.
Ming Han tapped him on the head. “What’s wrong? Your soul fall out somewhere?”
Xu Chuan shook his head, wanting to speak but stopping himself.
After the car had gone some distance, Xu Chuan finally could not hold it in. “Brother Ming, can I ask you something?”
“Go ahead.”
“It’s… it’s just… I have a friend…”
“Mhm, mhm. What happened to this friend of yours?”
Xu Chuan could not keep up the story. “Fine, it’s me! I’ve been following you around lately, and just now Sister-in-law got me all fired up, so I… I…”
“You don’t want to stay at the institute forever. You want to work the front line, right?”
Xu Chuan’s eyes lit up. “Yes!”
Ming Han laughed. “Then what good does telling me do? Can I sign the paperwork for you? Want to join the Mobile Unit? With all due respect, kid, you still need a few more years of training.”
“No, no, no!” Xu Chuan hurriedly said. “I know I’m nowhere near ready for the Mobile Unit. I just want to know what I should do.”
“Go get your Director Chen to sign off.”
“Huh?”
“Tell him directly that you want frontline training. Your Director Chen has that much clout. You think he can’t arrange something for you?”
Xu Chuan was excited and nervous all at once. “Wait, wait, wait. I need to think about it some more!”
Ming Han smiled and kept driving.
Gong Jin wasted no time. He quickly verified the current situations of the drug traffickers arrested years ago. Of the people involved in the crash that killed Wu Lianshan’s parents, only one man nicknamed Jiagou was still alive.
Jiagou had originally been a runner for the higher-ups and received the lightest sentence. He had been released two years earlier and now worked as a cleaner in a residential community. He was used to dealing with police, so when an officer he knew brought Ming Han to see him, he did not show the nervous shrinking common among former drug traffickers faced with police.
“You remember Wu Wen and Lei Minghui, right?” Ming Han gave the names of Wu Lianshan’s parents.
Jiagou paused. Shame appeared on his face. “I was responsible for their deaths.”
Ming Han took out photographs of Wu Lianshan and Granny Wu. “Do you recognize them?”
Jiagou nodded. “The daughter. The old mother.”
“Do you still have contact with any of your old associates?”
Jiagou smiled awkwardly. “How could I? Once I got out, I decided I was going to live properly. I don’t want to make another mistake in this lifetime. There aren’t many people like me who even got out. Most of them will be inside for life.”
“Of course the ones who were caught are inside,” Ming Han said. “What about anyone who wasn’t caught?”
Jiagou grew nervous and glanced at the officer accompanying them. The officer said, “Just tell them properly. Say whatever you know. We’re already familiar with your situation.”
Jiagou thought for a long while. “Well… the crackdown was so fierce back then that the vast majority definitely got caught. But you know better than I do that getting every last person is basically impossible. Who all was involved, how many there were… even we didn’t necessarily know.”
“What about the ones you know? Was there anyone who escaped arrest?”
“There was. But whether you caught her or not doesn’t really change what you accomplished.”
“Who? Why?”
“She was just a woman. She didn’t take part in the things we did,” Jiagou said. “She mostly cooked for us younger guys. I only saw her a few times. I just know she ran away early, before the police even started arresting us.”
“Do you remember what she looked like? What was her name?”
Jiagou shook his head. “If you want me to help make a composite sketch, there’s no way I could describe her. I only remember she was pretty and had a daughter with her. People seemed to call her… Sister Zhu? I honestly don’t know her real name.”
Gong Jin contacted several more traffickers, both those still serving sentences and those already released. Ming Han spoke to them one by one. Three gave accounts consistent with Jiagou’s. There really had been a woman called Sister Zhu in Yafu City’s criminal circles back then. One prisoner said Sister Zhu had not merely been a cook. She was likely connected to a drug trafficker who had long since been executed. She looked gentle and harmless, but was probably a trafficker herself. She fled early, and no one knew where she later hid.
The worst of the traffickers had already died, making it difficult to verify anything further about Sister Zhu.
At that moment, Ming Han received a call from the Mobile Unit.
“Old Cao,” Ming Han said. “Did you find anything on Zhu Yumo and Zhu Qianqian?”
“We still haven’t identified them.” Cao Qiong was Ming Han’s captain, and Ming Han had hounded him into working nonstop. “But one of the unit’s retired seniors got extremely worked up when he heard about them. He said there’s something he absolutely has to tell you face-to-face.”