Three-Year-Old, the Evidence Has Spilled the Beans!

The day forensic pathologist Xiang Zhi adopted a three-year-old little tagalong, the criminal investigation squad erupted.

The head of trace evidence slammed down a report in dismay. "Why adopt an orphan from a murder case? She can't even count to ten. Do you expect her to help you read autopsy reports?"

Before he could finish, Tangtang rose onto her tiptoes and poked the corpse on the autopsy table. "Uncle's tie clip is crying. It says it had a bath in poison~"

Everyone burst into laughter. Half an hour later, however, a new toxin was detected in the victim's tie clip.

Xiang Zhi toyed with her scalpel and raised an eyebrow at her colleagues with a smile. "I told you, our Tangtang is amazing~"

"Auntie." Tangtang picked up the skull beside her and tilted her head, showing off her little white teeth. "The bone lady says her legs are buried in a purple sea of flowers."

The police dug up a skeleton with a murder weapon stuck in it in a lavender field, solving a long-dormant dismemberment case.

On the day the police launched a cross-province manhunt for a human trafficking ring, Tangtang suddenly wrapped her arms around a clown's leg at an amusement park. "Uncle Mask is cursing. He says it doesn't want to stay on an ugly face~"

Xiang Zhi ripped off the clown's human-skin mask. Behind it was the face of a human trafficker who had been wanted nationwide for years.

Later, the Ministry of Public Security specially assigned Tangtang badge number 001 (three-year-old child labor edition).

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An unwritten rule circulated around the police station: for just two bottles of orange soda, you could get Tangtang to tell you what evidence was thinking.

One day, the criminal investigation captain, who had never asked about the thoughts of any evidence, could take it no longer. He brought two cases of soda to Tangtang. "My little ancestor, please, could you stop telling your aunt what my belongings are thinking?"

Tangtang shook her head. "Uncle, the engagement ring in your inner pocket is complaining about you~ It says you've had a crush on my aunt for ten years and still don't dare propose. What a loser~"

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