Liang Shaokai seemed to wake up from a dream: "Ah, what's wrong?"
Liang Yuzhu said helplessly, "It's nothing, I'm leaving."
"Oh, okay, have dinner at home tonight, if nothing unexpected happens, I'll have to work overtime." Liang Shaokai agreed, continuing to study the materials.
Liang Yuzhu smiled helplessly, turned around with the lunchbox, and was about to leave.
At that moment, a police officer in uniform hurriedly walked into the office.
"Report to Captain Liang, after questioning, Liu Meng confessed that when he got injured, after touching the wound, he touched a very thin object, and he described it as possibly a needle!"
Just after saying this, Liang Shaokai waved his hand: "Thinking of this now is useless, we have already pinpointed the weapon."
However, when these words reached Liang Yuzhu's ears, her expression instantly froze, her steps halted, and she stood still like a statue.
A needle... the weapon... could it really be a needle?
