Qin Weizhe couldn't quite describe the way Nan Xukun looked at him, despite being a quite eloquent detective, in his own opinion. How to say it…kind of complicated, perplexed and bewildered. In short, he looked like he didn't understand why Qin Weizhe was asking this sort of question.
Old Qin, who felt like his IQ was being insulted, rapped on the table with his knuckles. "Can you tell me honestly?"
Nan Xukun rubbed his lips with the back of his hand, pondering. "Let's say it like this, Detective Qin, let me ask you a question. If from a flock of white gooses, suddenly there's a chicken there, will you notice it or not?"
Qin Weizhe ignored how Nan Xukun phrased Li Qing as a chicken and nodded. "Notice."
