Inspector Megure guiltily turned his head away.
He knew perfectly well just how incompetent the Forensics Division was:
The only thing those guys could do was wander around crime scenes with cameras in hand.
Forget finding latent traces invisible to the naked eye—even for "big things" like hair, earrings, dents, and scrape marks, they often needed famous detectives to point them out first.
The Forensics Division was so useless, yet whenever reporters showed up, Investigation Division One was the one embarrassed on camera.
And when they went back to face their superiors, Investigation Division One was still the one getting chewed out.
They were useless at their jobs and champions at shifting blame.
They couldn't see evidence, but they used public funds to play photographer.
The more he thought about it, the more resentment Inspector Megure felt toward those pig teammates in the Forensics Division.
At first, he had instinctively felt a little resistant toward Lin Xinyi, this young man who had been parachuted in as Management Officer. But thinking about it now...
Indeed, being the Management Officer of the Forensics Division was like being a kindergarten teacher. If your mindset wasn't strong enough, you'd end up shutting down.
"Fine, then..."
Seeing Inspector Megure's guilty expression, Lin Xinyi let out a helpless sigh.
He turned his attention back to the case, then addressed the crime scene officers:
"Give me your crime scene investigation kit."
"Let me see what you actually have in there!"
As he spoke, Lin Xinyi took the kit from them without ceremony, opened it, and examined its contents carefully:
Tweezers, measuring tape, gloves, shoe covers, scale rulers, notebooks, markers, evidence bags, magnifying glasses, flashlights, ordinary brushes, fingerprint tape...
And that was it.
The only thing inside that could barely count as technical investigative equipment was the fingerprint