Lin Qiupu thought hard about all the documents, items, and physical evidence on the table. Was there a lead somewhere in here? Where is the flaw in the murder?

Some sudden footsteps startled him. He looked up and saw a silhouette in a long, brown windbreaker slowly walking in. The person who came in had his hands in his pockets with a cigarette dangling in his mouth. If you looked at the smile on his face, you’d feel the word “confidence” jumping out at you. Lin Qiupu looked like he was a pilgrim staring at a miracle in the face and stammered, "Sen... Senior?!"

Song Lang slammed on the table. "Little Lin, don't be blinded by these so-called clues in front of you."

"Then what should I..."

Song Lang swept away all the documents on the table and they flew around the...