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Meeting Room.
Bright red begonia flowers, trembling as they bloomed; plump stamens, quivering erectly; the thoroughly soaked soil, the damp pot, all stood alone in the center.
A bunch of stinky men, as if gathered for gambling, surrounded the conference table from all sides, each with a sharp look in their eyes.
"The suitcase floating corpse case, this one is quite difficult isn't it?"
Liu Cheng looked at the dossier in front of him, his brows deeply furrowed, and he sincerely voiced his opposition. This case wasn't his!
Cui Qishan, who had hit the jackpot, stood up first, saying, "That's not what you said when you worked on this case last time. Let me recall, it was something like, how could such a simple case not be solved by you guys, those were your words, right? Now it has become very difficult?"
