The elderly man carefully inspected the silver needle and shook his head. "This needle isn't the model I use."
"Generally, the silver needles commonly used are around ten centimeters."
"If this needle is too short, it would be difficult to pull out once inserted into the body."
"To say that it could save someone is definitely out of the question, it's more likely to do the opposite and cause death."
Sun Qian thought to herself, what the old man said matched exactly with Zhang Xiaomeng's words. Clearly, the person who used the needle intended to kill.
"Elder, what we mean is, have you seen this silver needle before?"
"Or is there anyone who might use this needle?"
The old man shook his head again, "I haven't seen it before."
Sun Qian felt somewhat disappointed but glanced at Zhang Xiaomeng, who nodded. He too could tell that the old man was honest and unlikely to be the murderer.
"Let's go, we'll take a look at the next person," Zhang Xiaomeng said.
