Night.
The lights were bright in the Los Angeles forensic lab. Lured by money, a miniature model master, somewhat renowned in Los Angeles, appeared outside the lab's evidence room.
The miniature model master, named Lofiel, was a one-eyed white man in his fifties. In his younger years, he had been a circus prop master. After the circus disbanded, Lofiel began crafting various models for niche hobbyists to make a living and had been deeply involved in this industry for over twenty years, making him quite experienced.
However, upon first laying eyes on Lofiel, Harry felt the man was somewhat unreliable because he looked too shabby. Lofiel wore a tattered, patched wool sweater and had a ragged beard. He also exuded a rank, sour smell from not having bathed in a long time. His eyes were dull, and he appeared somewhat senile.
In response, Harry quietly said to Daisy, "Daisy, are you sure this guy is somewhat famous in the miniature model industry?"
