Zhao Yu looked at han Kuan and asked,"I've told you about the case. Do you have any ideas?"
"Humph!" Han Kuan looked up at Zhao Yu with his usual indifference and said,"didn't you just say that you don't need my help, but just want to find the feeling through me?
"How is it? do you feel like you've found it?"
Zhao Yu was surprised to see that han Kuan had actually defeated him.
"But, you're right ..." Before Zhao Yu could say anything, han Kuan continued,"I'm just a murderer. What can I help you with?"
"Although I've written many detective novels, it's completely different from a real police case," han Kuan said frankly."At this time, if I say something wrong, not only can I not help you, but I may also mislead you."
"Hmph, you're pretty strict!" Zhao Yu waved his hand and said,"don't worry. You don't have to worry about anything. Tell me what you've thought of. I'm here to find inspiration. I won't believe everything ..."
"Hehe ..."