Zhu Xingxing made a circle and, after the scan was finished, hurried over to the car door. Using tweezers, he picked up several pieces of white flakes stuck on the neck pillow.
"Dandruff. The victim doesn't seem to have a dandruff problem, so if it's not from the killer, it must be from someone who once sat in the passenger seat."
Zhou Ning had already briefed Mr. Pang by then. The driver of the concrete mixer truck and Zhu Yunping were still undergoing emergency treatment at the hospital. Mr. Yang's video came in handy this time and was shown directly to Mr. Pang, who was quite unsettled after watching it.
"I must say, that person's behavior was too frenzied; it's not how a normal person acts. The Lexus ran the red light at a speed exceeding eighty through the intersection, while the concrete mixer entered the intersection at a speed within the legal limit. The Lexus is completely at fault here!"
Zhou Ning nodded.
