Found the real murderer

Wen ting thought back to the people who had been to his office these past few days. He had been on vacation all this time and had not really opened the storeroom door. The only person who could have touched the storeroom key was,

Han Yuan?

Wen ting shook his head. It was definitely impossible. Han Yuan was the last person to do such a thing. In his eyes, Han Yuan was a proud and outstanding person. Compared to this kind of despicable bad person who tried to frame others, there was a world of difference.

At this moment, her colleague suddenly pushed the door open and entered."Doctor Wen, why didn't you pick up the beads on your bracelet when you dropped them in the storeroom?" I saw that you had it for a long time and thought it looked familiar, so I picked it up for you. "

As he spoke, the colleague placed a black sandalwood Bead on Wen ting's table,