"I am Inspector Simpson."
The person from the General Police Headquarters was in his thirties or forties, dressed in a crisp inspector's uniform, his hair neatly combed and shining.
He looked at Ronan with a hint of arrogance in his eyes: "I've read your case report, and it's very well done."
After a pause, the inspector continued, "But there's a problem with it."
He stopped halfway.
Obviously, he was waiting for Ronan to ask.
But Ronan pretended not to understand—it was annoying dealing with people who put on airs!
Inspector Simpson waited for a moment. Seeing that Ronan was indifferent, a trace of irritation flashed in his eyes, and he coughed, saying, "According to the report, you found the culprit through a Beast Pet, right?"
"Yes."
Ronan nodded calmly, "Detective Kash can verify that."
"I'm not questioning the authenticity of the report."
