"But...But..."
Lin Qin felt an increasing sense of confusion and bewilderment, "He was fine, so why did he have to die?"
"Indeed, why?"
Russell glanced at Lin Qin, "I think I've given you detailed information. Why don't you try guessing?"
"I can't guess..."
The girl pouted, her ears drooping, "I didn't do well in my bullet analysis class..."
"This is no longer about bullet analysis, it's about your actual job now—"
Seeing Lin Qin's dispirited appearance, Russell's taste for mischief suddenly surged, "Come on, say it! Why was he shot in the shower head!"
Well, this wasn't about making it difficult for Lin Qin, this was about tutoring her...If the Execution Department couldn't do logical analysis, there really was no hope for promotion, truly being used as expendable labor until death.
He was doing this for her good—Russell happily convinced himself.
"Wuu..."