After the meeting ended, Li Hongbing immediately arranged for vehicles to depart.
Forty minutes later, Li Hongbing and Mr. Zhao accompanied Jiang An, Zhang Yean, and Wan to the crime scene.
Two black business cars parked by the side of the cement road.
"Mr. Jiang, the road up ahead is narrow, the cars can only reach this point."
Mr. Zhao, holding the steering wheel, turned his head and said.
Jiang An replied, "It's okay, we'll get out and walk over."
Opening the car door, Jiang An stepped out. Looking ahead, he saw a rural settlement of three tile-roofed houses already cordoned off by white police tape.
After getting out of the car, Jiang An did not immediately head towards the courtyard gate.
He paused for a moment, looking around.
"The location of the deceased's home is indeed quite remote, far from the surrounding villages."
Li Hongbing, standing next to him, also said, "Exactly! This place is quite isolated, relatively remote."
