At this moment, the City Lord of Thorn Shell City looked ahead.
The third maternal grandfather, identified by strong evidence as the culprit, clung to Detective Yan Shuangying's leg with a splash:
"Eagle, you were raised by me with all my care, you can't treat me like this, it's just a fish, isn't it?"
He slapped his own face repeatedly, scolding himself: "I'm just cheap, my mouth is cheap... I saw a Steamed Fish coming in, and drooled, I haven't had sashimi in a long time..."
"Third maternal grandfather, how could you, for a moment's greed, disregard life!"
Yan Shuangying's face was covered with tears, he swung his arm, and an incomparably complex fan-shaped chart appeared in his pupils: "Justice cannot be swayed by emotion! Execute!"
The crowd burst into cheers:
"Good!"
"Good!"
"Worthy of being the infallible detective, Yan Shuangying!"
An epic and yet reversal-filled script was completely finished.
