Chen Shi picked up the picture of Ji Chunma sandwiched in the case file. It was a fat man with fair skin and small eyes, making him seem very shady.

Chen Shi sighed. “If this ransom wasn't given away in the first place, there wouldn't have been a case of spontaneous killing over greed.”

He wasn't talking to himself. While he was looking through the case file, Peng Sijue was silently holding a tray and seating himself opposite of Chen Shi. Peng Sijue had a pet peeve and didn't like to eat with a bunch of people, so he only had lunch at three in the afternoon.

Smelling the sweet and sour pork ribs, Chen Shi unconsciously picked up chopsticks and grabbed a piece to eat.

“If I remember correctly, the money was marked by the police. How did he escape with the money for five years?” Peng Sijue asked as he picked up...