Not far from Qiao Yuman's school, a car had been parked on the street for a week.
"Chief Lin, the locals have reported that this car has been parked here for a week, and no one knows when it arrived." Her subordinates were investigating the surroundings while others tried to open the car door.
Inside sat a person wearing a duckbill cap, head lowered, a pose that had been maintained for a week.
Lin Lin had a bad feeling in her heart.
She said nothing, but when the car door opened, a foul smell hit them, causing several police officers' faces to change.
"Dead."
Lin Lin was not frightened, just slightly furrowing her brow, "Have the coroner come over, and, as there are no cameras around, start canvassing immediately in search of more clues."
Someone dead in a car, and there for a week, was certainly no small matter.
The coroner arrived, and just as they turned the body over, Lin Lin's pupils dilated suddenly.
"How could it be him!"
