After giving Zhan Xiaoche a deep look, Jiang Lulu continued to speak, "I know you're investigating Teng Bo's case, and I hope this can help you. I had this silver needle checked afterwards, it's coated with a drug that paralyzes the nerves. I felt the case was complicated and have secretly kept it. There should still be some drug residue on it, as well as your brother's blood tissue. Actually, when your brother had the accident, I also investigated, but there was always a power obstructing me, and wherever I went I felt as if I was under surveillance, so I had to give up. I hope you can enlighten Teng Bo."
Zhan Xiaoche's hand, holding the handkerchief, trembled slightly. His big brother, who he admired and respected, had been killed like this. Who were they, and why were they so cruel to go to such lengths to kill his brother?
Seeing him like this, Qinghe sighed. In fact, she knew more but couldn't tell Zhan Xiaoche, or it would only harm him. He was no match for those people.
