(The conversation with Old Xing is just a comedic interlude, not to say that all real-life criminal investigators are like this, just to clarify that here.)
"Hmm... the general environment of the balcony."
"A close-up of where the fall happened."
"The cross-section of the barricade fence."
"The little step at the connection of the fence... These powders, it looks like footprints or fingerprints have already been collected."
"Huh—there are high-angle views between the body and the building too, for distinguishing between a fall, suicide, or being pushed by external force, the methods used are pretty much the same."
Chen Xiao picked up the photos on the table one by one, muttering to himself, then tossed them aside.
"Just as expected... standard as described in the textbooks."
As he spoke, he stressed the words "textbook," his tone lightly tinged with disdain.
Hearing this, Old Xing took a deep breath, obviously wanting to say something, but then held it back,
