Xun Dong grew even more appreciative, "You are very suited for our line of work, very detail-oriented."
Li Qiao chuckled, "You flatter me." She had just watched a lot of related TV dramas and detective novels.
Xun Dong took out a small plastic bag he carried with him, used tweezers to pick up the badge and put it inside, then swung the top of the bag. "Like the ones on hats, have you seen anyone in the village wearing a hat with this kind of badge?"
Li Qiao shook her head, she hadn't paid attention to that.
Han Ting mentioned several names, and Xun Dong recorded each one.
The three of them followed the drag marks westward.
Near the wheat field less than a hundred meters from Lame Feng's house, the traces disappeared, with bloodstains on the ground and signs of stomping and struggle, leading Xun Dong to believe this was the original crime scene.
