"Ms. Chen."
"I have a question here. It doesn't have much to do with the case—would it be convenient for you to answer it?"
After watching her for a while, the middle-aged plainclothes detective finally spoke with curiosity after asking for and receiving Chen Ya's permission.
"You're trained in martial arts, aren't you?"
"We looked at your file. It doesn't seem like you ever served in the military, which means..."
"You trained yourself?"
Caught off guard by the question, Chen Ya had initially wanted to say that she had never trained, but after thinking it over carefully, she ended up nodding almost instinctively.
"Something like that."
She neither said that she had trained nor that she had not.
It was a rather vague answer. It answered his question without providing any concrete information, and more importantly, the question had little to do with the case, so it did not count as concealing anything.
"I see!"
The middle-aged plainclothes detective smiled and did not press further. Instead, he said with feeling, "Then you really are formidable!"
As he spoke, his serious tone carried a rare, sincere, undisguised admiration.
"Barehanded, and in high heels..."
"Facing a knife-wielding criminal, you took her down in a single exchange!"
As he spoke, he paused and could not help glancing up and down at Chen Ya's attire before sighing again.
"In that situation, even us old detectives might not have been confident we could pull that off!"
"Disarming a blade with your bare hands may sound impressive, but it's extremely dangerous. One careless move and the criminal could leave several holes in you. It's no joking matter."
Chen Ya shrugged and smiled without picking up that topic. She only said faintly, "I didn't want to, either. In that situation, what else could I do besides fight