"The heavens do not close off all roads." Zhang Wenhui chuckled, "I just looked at the wound; the opponent's knife is very thin, about three centimeters wide. We can start investigating from this angle."
"Very thin? Three centimeters?" Song Xiaojia frowned, inexplicably picturing Lin Chuan in his mind. Because Lin Chuan's weapon was a very thin dagger, and the dagger was also only about three centimeters wide. Could it be Lin Chuan? Impossible, Lin Chuan had no motive to commit the crime, nor any reason.
Zhang Wenhui glanced at Song Xiaojia, and the two exchanged a look, as if they knew what each other was thinking.
"Let's head back," Zhang Wenhui suggested.
"Alright!" Song Xiaojia nodded.
On the way back, they were both silent. Zhang Wenhui smoked silently, and Song Xiaojia also said nothing.
After a long while, Song Xiaojia finally spoke, "Captain Zhang, do you also suspect Lin Chuan?"
