"Xiao Wang."
Just as Wang Chuanxing had come into the warehouse to move some large nails, someone called out to him.
He turned his head and saw Pan Zhisheng, the forensic officer from Changyang City Criminal Science Center responsible for bullet mark identification.
To speak of it, even in a provincial capital city like Changyang, Pan Zhisheng was the only technician devoted exclusively to bullet mark identification. And for this case, Pan Zhisheng had clearly been thrust into the limelight.
Wang Chuanxing couldn't help but smile and said, "Old Pan, what's up?"
"Ah..." Pan Zhisheng sighed before he had even spoken, then said, "I really don't know how to put this... Can the comparison with this nail that your Captain Jiang is working on be valid?"
"Do you hope it works, or do you hope it doesn't?" Wang Chuanxing's mood relaxed, and with a chuckle, he beckoned Pan Zhisheng to come and help him move the nails.
