Hearing Lin Yi's analysis, the police officer's eyes slightly moved.
The person in front of him gave him an unfathomable feeling.
From being calm when first getting into the police car to the current calm analysis, it was as if he had no sense of oppression in front of him, and didn't even know what nervousness was.
"Officer, don't listen to his nonsense, it must be him who stole it." The middle-aged man accused:
"Look at his attitude, you can tell at a glance that he's a habitual offender!"
"Heh..."
Facing the middle-aged man's accusation, Lin Yi laughed, as if he was watching a joke, without a hint of urgency.
The police officer glanced at the two of them.
If he were a habitual offender, even if there weren't major emotional fluctuations upon arriving at the station, there would still be some.
But the man in front of him acted as if he was in his own home.
The sense of relaxation was almost like his own.
