In Duanmu Huai's view, as long as they haven't been infiltrated and corrupted, it's already a blessing.
One of the young men walked over tremblingly. Duanmu Huai guessed it might not be because of his duty, but more likely because he's not popular among his colleagues, forcing him to take on the task of "welcoming" them.
"I am Judge Cole, belonging to the policing department."
The young fellow in front of him spoke with a tense voice. He didn't dare to stare at Duanmu Huai, nor did he dare to look at Mary and Mianmu Zuoniao, so he had to look at the wall beside him as if the marks on it were some kind of famous painting.
"We received a report ten minutes ago saying that an industrial accident happened at the starch processing plant in District 326, requiring immediate handling."
"Industrial accident."
Duanmu Huai slightly curled his lips. This was really a very ambiguous term.
"What happened next? Did you find anything upon coming here?"
"No...no, Great Judge."
