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Waiting is a torture.
Zhou Ning glanced at his watch, it was already 5:10 PM, and the end of the workday was approaching, yet there was still no news from the lab.
On the crowbar, just as Liu Yongxin had guessed, there were indeed no fingerprints left behind. However, this wasn't a new tool; there were some greyish-black substances lodged in its crevices, invisible to the naked eye.
At that moment, the office door opened.
Xu Dayuan walked in and, seeing Zhou Ning looking impatient, asked,
"Did you find the murder weapon?"
"Yes, a crowbar, which has been sent to the forensic department. Mrs. Cui said she'd give me the results before the end of the day. I asked her to not only test for bloodstains but to extract every possible material from the crowbar."