"Mr. Zhou!"
Wang Yang projected the photos sent back from the scene onto the wall, the enlarged details of the dents appearing striking against the white surface.
"The deformation characteristics of Wang Ming's car front are too distinctive."
"Combining the reports from the two investigation teams..."
His finger slid across the projected image, "I believe Wang Ming is concealing a critical fact."
After thinking for a moment, Zhou Yong nodded, speaking in a deep voice: "Indeed, the local deformation marks on the car front are very obvious."
After a long while, he added: "Mr. Wang, the traces at the scene are sufficient to support a second interrogation."
Wang Yang glanced at his watch.
"The bone age identification on Jiang An's side will take until tomorrow morning at the earliest; we won't wait for it!"
"I'm heading to the interrogation room now."
