Liu Yongxin kicked out in irritation, this guy learned to speak in half sentences, which was damn infuriating to listen to, just like Zhou Ning said, in writing a novel this would be maintaining suspense, but in reporting work, it's asking for a beating.
"Looking for a beating, aren't you? Spit it out, quickly and clearly."
"Don't rush me, Mr. Liu, beside the tire tracks, there was a tricycle track. After observing and measuring, I found it consistent with the tire tracks on Menqiao Village bridge; it still has traces of leaking oil. No need for testing, I can be sure this is Yang Liang's vehicle.
Moreover, this morning when I went out, I checked the tricycle at Yang Liang's, and you could tell the vehicle had been washed. However, I noticed a scrape along the edge of the handlebar with yellow paint on it, identical to what's on Menqiao Village bridge.
