Jin Mountain.
Garbage dump.
Inside the blue barricades.
The police scattered like enlarged gray mice, burrowing in and out of the trash.
Jiang Yuan needed relatively intact and seemingly valuable items that didn't appear to be discarded residential waste. Moreover, both the forensic center and elsewhere had limited space for storing garbage, so moving the entire trash pile over wasn't feasible.
So, while on the surface it seemed like a garbage-picking process, it was actually a process of evidence hunting, ultimately still resembling garbage picking.
A gust of wind blew by, lifting a hood mask off someone's head and carrying it away...
