Chapter 483: Wardrobe

Mu Zhiyang looked at the scraper in the trace examiner's hand, his heart shattered.

Since ancient times, catching people and finding things for a third-class merit had always been Mu Zhiyang's special skill. Today, this chair was also first brought out by Mu Zhiyang. Although he hadn't used violent means to open it, wasn't that just because he didn't have the right tool in hand?

With just a scraper, one could earn a third-class merit that others would have to take a bullet for. How was that any different from drug trafficking, or from criminals who use a scraper to smash people's heads in and rob them?

"About 20 pieces per bag, adding up to around 360 pieces," the trace examiner with the scraper jubilantly reported to Jiang Yuan, hopping around like a weak serial killer who had just hammered eight people.