Mr. Qu's shout made Zhou Ning spin around abruptly. If the fingerprint comparison hadn't been successful, Mr. Qu would definitely not have yelled like that. It seemed that among the known related individuals, someone indeed was the murderer.
"How many people?"
"Just one person, all fingerprints belong to the same individual. I just asked Mrs. Cui, and apart from these fingerprints, she also found more than twenty latex glove prints.
I asked Mrs. Cui if there was anything special about the latex glove prints, like club-shaped fingers, and she said that on the plastic sheet that Yu Guangyao and Zhang Qiujiang had padded, there were several latex glove prints that were a bit odd. When I mentioned this, she also realized it; it was club-shaped fingers."
Mr. Zhao slapped Mr. Qu on the back and leaned in close to the screen.
"You're talking to yourself here. Who do these fingerprints belong to? Whose are they?"
Mr. Qu gave an awkward smile, scratched his head, and said:
