"I can only say that it's not necessarily so."
Gu Tianqing entered the house and began searching everywhere at top speed.
Yi Lin's eyes flickered.
The route Gu Tianqing was searching almost exactly matched his own.
Had he not seen it with his own eyes, Yi Lin might have suspected that Gu Tianqing had secretly viewed the Special Group's confidential materials.
"You're quite skilled, aren't you?"
Yi Lin smiled and broke the silence.
"Ordinary."
Gu Tianqing had just come out of the bathroom, responding to Yi Lin's remark while frowning and continuously rubbing his right thumb and forefinger together. From the gloves he was rubbing, a fine powder was fluttering down.
After pondering for a moment, Gu Tianqing looked into Yi Lin's eyes and smiled, "Are you really not going to provide any information?"
"Heh, the deceased, male, Gao Chengwen, 35 years old, worked at a canned food company, an ordinary employee, single, living alone. He is also the eleventh victim."