At three o'clock in the morning, the neon tubes sizzled in the rain. Chen Yu rubbed his chin and glanced at the broken windows of the jewelry store. The glass ballast reflected the red and blue light of the police car's ceiling lights outside the cordon. The jade necklace worth millions on the counter disappeared, leaving only half of the bloody steel wire.
"Old rule, chewing gum sticks to the blind spot of the camera." Zhao Gang squatted on the ground, and the flashlight beam illuminated the shoe prints on the tiles, "size 42, rubber soles, should be the most common labor protection shoes on the market." His tone was calm, but he could not hide the seriousness in his eyes. His years of experience as a criminal police officer made him know that there are often hidden mysteries behind seemingly ordinary thefts.
Chen Yu bent down to pick up the wire, with fresh blood stains still on the metal surface: "The murderer deliberately left clues to provoke us." A wry smile appeared on his lips, and he joked, "It seems that we have encountered an opponent who loves to perform this time." Before he finished speaking, Li Na hurried over with her laptop in her arms, her ponytail swaying from side to side as she walked.
