Upon hearing this shout, Zhao Xinli hurried over. After all, Zhou Ning was an exceedingly stable person, and when he issued an order, it naturally meant he had discovered something.
"Do you smell a whiff of gasoline?"
Mr. Zhao nodded.
"With such a severe car accident, there's a smell of gasoline everywhere!"
Zhou Ning shook his head and raised his hand to point at the deceased's car seat.
"There's a smell of gasoline on both the driver's and passenger's seats."
Mr. Zhao was taken aback, and just as he was about to say something, the firefighters kept waving their hands, shouting towards Zhou Ning and his team.
"Hey, unrelated personnel, step back, I'm talking to you guys!"
Zhou Ning raised his hand and waved to the person.
The firefighter ran over quickly, lifting his hat; the sweat on his head had already mixed with the black dust, leaving several streaks on his face. In such hot weather, firefighting work was indeed tough.
