The representative of the Trace Section played with the pen in his hand, and said in a neutral manner: "We also wanted to find clues, but we couldn't find them. Could it be possible to make fakes?"

"Fake? This is what you, a police officer, should say if you can't find any clues?" Zhao Ziqian was so angry that he knew that these bastards were so disrespectful to him, so he shouldn't be used to them on weekdays, "I think you can go home Go to sleep, this position is not for you."

The representative of the Trace Section kicked back his chair, stood up and retorted: "Old Zhao, you witnessed it with your own eyes, from the dismemberment case to the bar murder case, how many days we worked day and night, how did it get into your mouth? As soon as I said it, it became that we were playing and didn't find clues. You told me to go home, but I would like to ask you, what are you doing these days? What have you gained?"