"What should we do then! Yin Shaojie, aren't you very good at this? Don't you have a clue yet?"
Han Qiqing was so flustered that she felt like pouring scorn on them.
But then Yin Shaojie replied, "Yes."
Han Qiqing and Song Shijun looked to Yin Shaojie at the same time, astonished.
"Yes? You said you have a clue?"
Yin Shaojie's eyes were bright as he nodded as though he was in deep contemplation, his eyes hard to read from.
"I have had someone in my mind for quite a while already, but I didn't have the evidence."
Han Qiqing asked in surprise. "Someone in mind? Who? Just who exactly is it! Tell us!"
It would be good even if it was only a suspect!
She was confounded, with no clue of who might have the motive to commit these crimes.
This time, Han Qiqing finally admitted that her brain wasn't very useful, unlike Yin Shaojie and Song Shijun who seemed to always be able to think deeper into the problem.
