"Xiao Zhou, found anything?" Zhao Minghui asked.
As he spoke, the man in front of him, wearing protective gear, a mask, and gloves, slowly removed his guards from hands and face, revealing a determined and masculine face. He looked around twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, but his face gave off a slightly cold impression. This was Zhou Ning, the forensic expert who had come with the team.
However, the cold demeanor on his face disappeared completely as soon as he spoke: "Oh my God, finally done. The corpse's bones almost rubbed my hands raw."
A thick Northeastern accent came out, making the cold-faced handsome man's charm vanish entirely. Accent truly affects attractiveness, no doubt about it.
Then Zhou Ning rinsed his hands in the river, shook off the water droplets, and continued:
