Anling Police Station.
A bright, round moon hung above the deep blue sky, its light like a ribbon of silver, shining through the glass windows and mingling with the brightness of the reception room inside.
Outside the window, branches swayed gently in the breeze, making a delicate rustling sound.
"Just by looking at photographs to find the murderer, isn't that a bit too miraculous?"
He Zhi, looking at Lin Chuan wearing a clean T-shirt, had a skeptical expression on his face.
Even national influent detectives had to personally investigate the scene and carefully study the case information before they could deduce some clues.
Lin Chuan did have secret tomb-robbing skills, and his criminal investigation experience was credible.
But he was only twenty-four or twenty-five years old!
How could he possibly achieve this?