Chapter 135: Company Investigation

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"Forensic Doctor Qin, please don't keep us in suspense. Just tell us, how could we possibly guess it?" Fang Wenxuan looked at Qin Lian with a smile and said.

Qin Lian smiled and said, "Alright, then I'll just say it directly. The wound on the victim's wrist was made by a blade that was extremely thin and fine. I finally identified one possibility: an eyebrow razor commonly used by women. Moreover, I found a very fine and small eyebrow hair inside the wound."

"Does that mean if we find this eyebrow razor and then find its owner, we've found the killer?" Fang Wenxuan asked excitedly, thinking this case turned out to be so simple after all.

"Does that mean the killer must be a woman?" Cheng Fei asked.

"I examined that eyebrow razor, the one left by the killer..."

Yet Lin Chen seemed to catch the faint scent of temple incense emanating from Xing Conglian, causing him to sigh so softly it was barely audible.

"Hard to say. In any case, stay right behind me, don't act rashly, and let's observe for a while first," Wu Fei said as he took the peach-wood sword back from my hand.

At that critical moment, I suddenly caught sight of the cave opening on the ground. Almost instinctively, I pushed Wu Fei toward the entrance. As soon as he fell in, I quickly jumped in after him.

After missing his aim several times in a row, Tan Shitian had no choice but to shift his fire to kill Zhang Jueding, and incidentally take down the Cat God's pet.

Xun Qinglong was no longer the punk who used to roam the streets of Shanyang, solving everything with brute force; he was now a respectable businessman of status and influence.

Despite Zhang Yan, Xu Huang, and several other generals constantly trying their best to stop it, everything they did ultimately proved to be in vain.

Even though Liu Ye tried his utmost to rush forward and stop his action, in the end, he was still a step too late. He watched as Liu Fang's mouth bled and his gaze gradually grew unfocused, yet a smile remained on his face as he looked at him.

At this, Liu Ye let out a relieved sigh. Just a moment ago, he had genuinely been worried that Xu Shu would stubbornly persist. If that had really happened, he feared he would have been plunged once again into a difficult dilemma.

I had no idea what kind of Taoist priest this was; I only knew that the blind man knelt and kowtowed three times. We followed suit, kneeling to kowtow three times as well, before continuing to inspect the other items.

Originally, Zhu Youisong had anticipated hitting a brick wall and having to suffer a couple of snubs, but to his surprise, the moment he arrived today, Gongsun Fan showed not the slightest inclination of refusing.

"Alright, let's stop fooling around, shall we?" Lu Mo suddenly softened his expression, gently wrapping his arms around Ji Ming's waist and resting his head against his chest.

Mr. Pringle merely walked over, glanced at each of them in turn, and after jotting down some notes on the parchment in his hand, led his golden retriever away in a hurry.

The King of Qianlan was frightened out of his wits the moment he saw this array. With trembling legs, he clutched his horse's neck, desperately trying to flee. However, Shao Yi flew forward and slashed his sword across the horse's rump.

Pushing open an archaic, intricately carved double door, Feng Luotang and the others saw the simple inscription "Museum" written on the lintel.

Qin Song did not use his full strength—he only exerted eighty percent of it—but that was more than enough, seeing as Ximen Xuan had already gone all out.

This clap of thunder came so abruptly and unexpectedly that while others only heard a loud boom, Su Hongxin, upon making this bow, suddenly felt a wave of terrifying dread grip his heart. It felt as if the thunder had struck directly within his chest, jarring his vital energy so violently that he nearly spat out a mouthful of stagnant blood.

"Lin Lin, you go take a shower first! Once you're done, I'll go," Ji Yang said earnestly.

After Titan offered another explanation, Ma Hongjun immediately stood up in agreement. A layabout like him, who understood nothing, was only useful at times like this, though it remained unclear whether his impact would be positive or negative.

Zeng Hui lay here feeling that death would be preferable to this, burning up with a fever that reached its absolute peak—over forty degrees Celsius. Fearing that she might literally burn to death, Lin婉婉 (Lin Wanwan) hurriedly fetched water to apply cold compresses to Zeng Hui's body.

Yet he was still standing still, marking time. Compared to the others, the difference was like heaven and earth—completely incomparable.

He walked up to a large tree and, without another word, drove a heavy punch straight into the trunk, instantly leaving a fist-print an inch deep embedded in the wood.