Old Bai glanced at the caller ID and picked up the phone.
"We were just talking about him and now he's calling; there should be some results."
Qin Yong nodded to signal Old Bai to answer the call.
He activated the speaker, and Lu Chuan's voice came through: "Brother Bai, the bloodstain in the Accord is type B, and it doesn't match Chen Lili's blood type!"
Old Bai sighed and hung up the phone.
Sure enough, the worst outcome he and Lu Chuan feared had occurred.
Ten minutes later, Lu Chuan arrived at the meeting room for another case analysis meeting.
Qin Yong's expression was grave, but his eyes were bright and sharp.
"This afternoon, during the crime scene investigation at Zhao Wenjun's company, we had a major discovery while collecting trace evidence."
Qin Yong looked at Liu Guodong: "Old Liu, you explain the situation."
"Alright."
Liu Guodong stood up and clicked the projector on.
