Jiang Beiyu came to his senses and glanced coldly at the man, only to say dismissively, "So you think you could do it?"
Xiaofeng's team: "..."
He truly couldn't.
Leave the professional tasks to the professionals, he was not one of them.
The man who had been predestined by his university professor to be a future star in mathematics—Jiang Beiyu—suddenly turned his pen, then quickly tapped his yellowed paper with the tip of it, meanwhile feeling disdain for the draft paper the Beijing Police Criminal Investigation Division had provided him.
"It's solved," Jiang Beiyu seemed to have looked at the problem for a long time before he started to write and draw. Finally, he made this statement.
At his words, the surrounding police immediately crowded around with a "whoosh."
Jiang Beiyu had learned many things before, and criminal investigation happened not to be among the many fields under his belt.
