"Tao, we're having a meeting with minutes being recorded, take a look and see if you want to talk about something more serious," Feng Qiong said helplessly.
The leaders from the Miaoheshire Bureau beside him smoked, resembling destroyers with smoke generators, just lowering their heads and huddling up, perhaps because they were smoking too vigorously, the smoke created by a row of leaders formed a dense wall of smoke, thick and tangible, slowly drifting upwards, moving gradually with the wind.
When detectives have meetings, there are a lot of nonsensical talks; disputes are endless and best ignored.
Tao, on the other end of the phone, was nonchalant, unaffected by scolding, grunting twice and not taking Feng Qiong's bait, simply saying, "I can't give you a definite answer either. If you want an appraisal report, I can't provide it just by looking at a photo. But then again, I don't object to Forensic Jiang Yuan's judgment, nor do I have any objections."
