The Garbage Dump.
Ni Cha stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the endless expanse of trash, his expression akin to Genghis Khan at the sight of poop beneath the gentle green grass. His tone carried an unusual unease for someone so knowledgeable: "Mr. Shen, you could actually go check the vehicles. I heard you're really good at Image Investigation."
"I'm not that good." Shen Yaowei chuckled and said, "I'm just average. If you want to talk about something I'm particularly skilled at, rummaging through garbage dumps is truly where I excel. You go check the vehicles; I'll stay here and scavenge."
Ni Cha's heart skipped a beat at his words. Who could possibly be good at scavenging garbage dumps? He had to cough to cover his reaction before saying, "You go, it's our Dama case anyway. I can't bring myself to have you sift through garbage while I sit idly by."
