The forensic examiner pointed to two spots of blood and said, "I've already compared them. They're not Captain Min's, nor An Yixi's or He Shangyuan's."
He Meishu had a sudden thought. "Could it possibly be Li Jingtai's?"
The forensic examiner shook his head. "I haven't compared it with his, because we don't have a blood sample from Li Jingtai."
He Meishu thought for a moment.
"I'll find a way to get his blood."
"Good. Just give me the sample when you have it."
*
At that moment, Su Qiao was sitting in a lounge chair on the balcony, basking in the sun with her eyes half closed and a pair of white earphones in her ears.
Suddenly, she seemed to hear something, and her eyes snapped open.
"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
Li Jingtai happened to be approaching her room with a glass of fresh juice. Seeing her suddenly sit up, he thought she had had a nightmare during her nap.
"Nothing."
She thought she had heard Li Jingtai's name just now.
Although An Yixi was already dead, the serial murder case still had not been solved, so she had continued paying attention to He Meishu's situation over the past two days.
Just now, when she had been drifting between sleep and wakefulness, she seemed to have vaguely heard He Meishu's voice, and she had even mentioned Li Jingtai.
Li Jingtai's eyes flickered, and his gaze fell on her earphones.
He had originally wanted to ask why she was wearing earphones while taking a nap.
But after thinking it over, he decided not to ask. Instead, he held the glass out to her. "Have some juice. It's good for your complexion."
Su Qiao accepted the glass absentmindedly and took a few sips.
As if she had thought of