Ran Yan glanced at the calm and collected Xiao Song and said, "You suspect there is something unusual about the case?"
"It's not suspicion, it's certainty," Xiao Song replied.
Seeing Ran Yan's attentive demeanor, Xiao Song's eyes softened, and he didn't hide any details about the case, "The night Luo Ling killed Ze Pingzhi, I had already arranged for my men to be nearby the inn. Yet when Ze Pingzhi was chopped to death, they didn't hear a thing."
"What were the results of the autopsy?" Ran Yan was still more interested in the body.
