Judge Cui of Yin Law
The case was simple.
But there were two points of doubt.
The first was the weapon the killer had used. Wu Xian couldn't tell exactly what it was, only that it was probably some kind of sharp blade.
The second was the manner of death.
The way the parents, wife, and daughter had died was remarkably similar to the crime described by the prisoner who had undergone a psychiatric evaluation that morning. This was definitely no coincidence; it had been deliberate.
And Wu Xian had just learned, before getting off work, that the prisoner had escaped from jail.
The old detective soon explained.
A moment later.
Wu Xian had helped evaluate psychiatric patients for a long time and was practically one of their own. Everyone at the Investigation Bureau felt deep sympathy for him, so the old detective used his authority to do him this favor.
"What kind of life do I even have left?"
It seemed he wouldn't get anything useful out of the old detective. He would have to find a chance to "borrow" some files and take a look.
He watched the detectives' investigative procedures with interest.
The detective patted Wu Xian on the shoulder sympathetically.
"Don't worry, Doctor. We'll help you catch the killer."
Whether it was the hospital—
The old detective came back and spoke to Wu Xian earnestly.
So Wu Xian chose a clean sofa and sat down.
Wu Xian was completely dumbfounded.
Wu Xian stood at the doorway, thinking for a long while.
Wu Xian felt much lighter. It seemed Xu Ming's family didn't want their bodies left lying on the floor, either.
"Since that's the case, come work at the Investigation Bureau. I'll appoint you as a detective and put you in charge of this case."
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