The postage stamp held in the mouth...
"Are you sure, the kind that's hidden under the tongue and held in the mouth!?"
Xu Liang suddenly squinted his eyes as he looked at the police officer beside him, his eyes flashing with an unknown light.
"That's right."
The officer nodded, crossed his arms, and touched his chin in thought for a moment before confirming:
"No mistake, although the medical examiner found nothing, the method of death is quite niche, so it circulated internally, and I remember it clearly."
"There was a postage stamp under the tongue!"
Upon hearing this.
Xu Liang turned his head, focusing his gaze on Liu Ping, and hurriedly spoke:
"Mr. Liu, let me ask you again, are you certain....?"
"The goods you were responsible for both times... were they all counterfeit postage stamps!?"
Liu Ping didn't understand the purpose of this question but, seeing Xu Liang's serious expression, he recalled carefully and eventually nodded.
