Hu Qi turned his face slightly to glance at him, raising an eyebrow.
"What did you find?"
"Although that man concealed it very well, as an old smoker, he actually got choked by the White Mountain Cigarettes I was smoking.
Those cigarettes are among the mildest, and..."
At this point.
Xie Fei habitually pushed up his glasses, raised his right hand, and spread apart his index and middle fingers. The skin there was slightly yellowed.
"Smoking for a long time, the harmful substances in cigarette smoke can yellow the fingers—especially the index and middle fingers—and the nails.
I observed his hands just now. Apart from some calluses, there were no traces of long-term smoking at all. Of course, there is another possibility: he only recently learned to smoke."
"But that possibility is extremely small. In my opinion, the smell of smoke on him is more like he's trying to cover something up."
Hu Qi's expression shifted slightly.
He looked at this somewhat socially anxious teammate with surprise.
It reminded him of a report he had once read.
It said that some introverted people might not speak much in social interactions.
But they listened attentively, observed people's expressions and their surroundings, and found it easier to read hearts and minds. They could catch subtle details that extroverts easily overlooked.
Now that he thought about it, the Xie Fei before him was probably that sort of person.
"You'd be wasting your talent if you didn't become a detective!"
At that.
Xie Fei smiled somewhat bashfully.
"Not really. I just like reading detective novels when I'm bored."
Though he said that.
He was actually growing increasingly curious about Hu Qi.
The other man's earlier behavior had clearly shown that he had noticed this point long ago.
Xie Fei might have been introverted, but