"That's right, but the wound is even thinner. Moreover, the wound is long and narrow, but it's half a finger deep. It's a little unbelievable. Only a special weapon can cause such an injury. For example…"
As he spoke, Qin Ming put the 100 yuan into his pocket and reached out to pinch a strand of hair from Captain Chen's shoulder. "Hair!"
"Hair? How is that possible! Old Qin, are you joking?" Captain Chen, who was beside him, was no longer in the mood to pay attention to his 100 yuan. He questioned with a stunned expression.
Qin Ming shook his head and said, "I'm just making an analogy. Of course, hair can't be used as a weapon because it's too soft. But what about fishing lines?"
As Qin Ming pressed on the neck wound of the corpse, he continued, "Look, this external wound is very flat. Moreover, the victim's throat didn't rupture in an instant…"
"It didn't rupture in an instant?"
Everyone was puzzled by this explanation.
