Not far away, Qin Mo still hadn't hung up.
Director Huang seemed to have sensed his hesitation. "Why aren't you saying anything? Did you notice something?"
"No." Qin Mo was still focused on the youngster, his eyes as deep as the ocean, so heavy the depths couldn't be seen. His voice was calm. "There's another reason, the person might not be Z."
"Not Z?" Director Huang was thunderstruck. "That can't be, with the way the crime was carried out and that comment."
Qin Mo remained indifferent. "The crime style can be imitated and the comment can be faked."
"You mean that she's an imposter of Z?" Director Huang's head was starting to hurt. How had it become so complicated? "What are you basing this on?"
Qin Mo moved his lips slightly. "I'm not basing this on anything."
Director Huang was in shock once again. How could the person who was most particular about following the evidence make a decision without basing it on anything?!
