"Mr. Chen, you are finally here!"
Zhou Hongwu bowed ninety degrees and invited him into the scene. Chen Lin rubbed his sleepy eyes: "Wait until I finish this bowl of noodles."
He is a crime-solving plug-in provided by the Bincheng Criminal Police Team, and he is also a sharp-tongued young man who just wants to lie down and collect rent.
The "one knife style" that has been unsolved for ten years reappears. The forensic doctor has not touched the thread for three years. He can see at a glance that the knife edge was on the left hand instead of the right hand;
The butcher shop proprietress had just finished taking the blame when he bumped into a mysterious cripple again on a rainy night.
When everyone thought the case was closed, he said lightly: "There is more than one real culprit."
Zhao Xiaoying raised her gun and glared at him: "Why are you so sure?"
Chen Lin smiled: "With my eyes, everyone looks like a walking 20 million bounty."
This case is getting more and more serious.
