"Miss Zhong, he is..."
Before the nearby police officer finished speaking, Ling Chen interrupted, "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I can help you."
Hearing this, Miss Zhong looked at Ling Chen with skepticism and nodded slightly, "Alright then. Since you're so confident, tell me why you think this wound was caused by a finger."
Ling Chen squatted down, looked at the bloody hole above the corpse's forehead, then picked up a glove and gently pressed it on the corpse's arm.
Indeed!
After confirming his idea, Ling Chen's face immediately fell, and a gleam shone in his eyes.
"Hey! I'm talking to you, did you hear me?"
Miss Zhong's displeased voice rang out. Ling Chen snapped back to reality, stood up, and said, "Sorry, I might have been mistaken. You go ahead with your work; I won't disturb you anymore." Then, without waiting for Miss Zhong to speak again, Ling Chen turned and left the crime scene.
