"Time was of the essence. Let's go now."
Zeng Anmin rose and left Bai Ziqing's quarters.
Truth be told, he felt no emotional stir over Xiang Wangxian's death.
He had not been familiar with Xiang Wangxian, either.
But now that the case had landed squarely on his shoulders, he roused every ounce of his focus.
"Now?"
Bai Ziqing scratched his head. "It's not that urgent. There's still half a month before the one-month deadline His Majesty set."
Zeng Anmin shot him a sidelong glance.
He felt this man's brain was not working properly.
"Do you really think I'm Conan, solving a case whenever I say so?"
Zeng Anmin complained weakly:
"Cases aren't that easy to investigate, are they?"
"They aren't easy, but don't we have you?" Bai Ziqing grinned and winked at Zeng Anmin. "I was originally planning to come ask you for help when there were only three days left."
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Zeng Anmin stopped mid-step.
His expression became rather colorful. "Three days??"
"You really take me for an immortal, don't you?"
"Isn't that what you are?" Bai Ziqing looked at Zeng Anmin as if it were only natural. "Is there any case in this world you can't solve within three days?"
"That's a little too much blind worship."
Zeng Anmin could not help rolling his eyes at him.
"Hurry up. Get me the crime scene records, along with the initial autopsy report and the re-examination report."
With that said,
the two had already reached the outside of the quarters.
There, they saw two hulking men standing awkwardly, looking as delicate as fresh flowers.
Dongfang Sheng and Sima Nan stood there at a loss, fidgeting like two young maidens.
They looked at the two of them with eager, pitiful eyes.
"Why haven't you two gone back yet?"
Zeng Anmin glanced