Chapter 187: 103. I am a journalist, and it is my duty.
Chinatown - District Attorney’s Office.
The door swung open, and a woman with a black briefcase and 11-inch high heels strode in. As she walked, she pulled off a large auburn wig, revealing a head of short hair, cut thin. The left side was short to the ear, while the right side smoothly swept across her cheek to her jaw.
A tight-fitting black professional skirt suit perfectly outlined her mature and charming curves. Her neck was long, and though she wore no jewelry, it only accentuated the enviable line of her neck.
The secretary saw her enter and immediately stood up: "Congratulations, Assistant An, on winning another case."
This woman was An Cheng — the Assistant District Attorney at the city’s district attorney’s office.
A thirty-year-old woman, at the peak of both life and career. Her beauty was dazzling, and her career achievements were equally impressive.
An Cheng tossed the wig to the secretary, who quickly smiled and offered a freshly brewed cup of tea.
An Cheng took it and sniffed it first: "Jian, promise me, no sugar, no milk."
Oh, please, this habit of M Country people drinking tea, she really couldn’t get used to it.
The secretary nodded with a smile: "Rest assured, it’s just tea leaves + water, nothing else."
"Good girl." An Cheng nodded in satisfaction, deliberately swaying her hips as she relaxed her legs and started towards the office.
The secretary twirled the wig in her hand, "Just today, why switch to auburn? I remember last time it was flaxen."
An Cheng’s hand was on the office doorknob, and she glanced back at her: "Because among the jurors for the case just now, three male jurors liked this hair color, and the judge’s wife had this color too."
The secretary laughed knowingly: "Got it. Should I wash this one clean and store it in the cabinet?"
"Naturally." An Cheng nodded: "Every wig that has helped me win a case, I will not let them end up in the trash."
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An Cheng returned to her office, where a large stack of files was already piled up on her desk. Among them was a batch of new cases recently transferred by the police.
An Cheng sat down and took out from her briefcase not a sandwich, not a hamburger, but a genuine steamed pork bun, accompanied by tea, eating it one bite at a time, while reading.
The bun was juicy with pork and green onion filling, and with just one bite, a rich aroma filled the office. An Cheng pressed a remote to turn on the exhaust fan. Otherwise, the secretary would later comment that pork and green onion buns did not match her image, just like how Tang Wei didn’t actually like mushrooms and greens but preferred braised pork.
An Cheng chuckled at the thought. For most people, with mushrooms and greens and braised pork before them, setting aside those who are on a diet, they’d all pounce on the braised pork, right? It’s human nature, nothing strange about it.
Satisfied after finishing two buns, she glanced at the secretary outside the glass door and, seeing no one paying attention, quietly licked the meat residue off her fingertips — for the past month preparing for the recent case, she hadn’t eaten properly, and only after winning did she realize she was nearly starving.
Contentedly, she let out a burp, initially intending to stretch, but a case file she had just opened drew her attention.
She quickly reached for a pack of wet wipes from a corner of the looming stack of files, pulled out two to swiftly dry her hands, crumpled the wipes into a ball, and accurately tossed it into a wastebasket a few meters away, then held the file with both hands, reading it carefully.
It was the latest case, occurring at Kangchuan University.
More interesting was: the suspect gave zero confession to the police.
Additionally interesting was: Mark’s bail was as high as 800,000 US Dollars.
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Shi Nian and Tang Yanqing returned to Kangchuan University together, only to find reporters filming as soon as they entered the campus.
The two exchanged a glance, both frowned, and hurried towards the dormitory building.
Indeed, as expected, the media presence on this side was even greater. Various video and photo equipment were aimed at the dormitory building where three consecutive murders had occurred.
With sharp eyes, Shi Nian immediately spotted a reporter interviewing a student inside.
It was none other than Xiong Jie from the "Black Curtain."
And the student being interviewed by Xiong Jie was none other than Zhong Kui.
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Indeed, Shi Nian declined Tang Yanqing’s kind offer to hide; instead, she returned to Kangchuan University.
At that moment, the slanting sun was as golden as it fell on a broad-leafed tree outside the window, turning the tree’s deep green into a blaze of golden flowers. Her serene black eyes, under this halo, shimmered with a golden resolve.