After a long silence, Chen Ke raised his head and stared at the evidence bag in Jiang An's hand.
Glancing at his appearance, Jiang An smiled.
"What's the matter?"
"Do you suspect we are deceiving you?"
"You can take a look at the extraction time and location on this."
"The location we extracted was exactly where you were staking out that night."
Pausing slightly, Jiang An spoke in a deep voice, "You are a smart man."
"After smoking, you even remembered to throw the cigarette butts elsewhere."
"I suppose you've watched quite a few Hong Kong dramas and legal education shows."
"But no matter how much you calculate, you still couldn't escape the police's Eyes of Golden Flame."
"This phlegm can directly prove you once stayed at the Crime Scene."
Two minutes later, Chen Ke laughed.
"So what if I stayed there?"
"Does staying there mean I committed murder?"
"There's no direct causal relationship between the two, right?"
