Three days later, inside a safehouse Tokyo.
Lee Bencheng was chewing on a piece of green mustard sushi, and he looked at Zhao Yu in disbelief.
Zhao Yu had already transformed the living room of the safe house into a case analysis room. The wall, the whiteboard, and the table were all filled with case information.
"My Mr. Crazy detective," li Bencheng exclaimed,"it's been three days and three nights. You're really perseverant. I've already given up on investigating the rich people who bought Van Gogh's famous paintings, but you're still insisting on your art exhibition ...
"Hmm ... How is it? still no leads?" he asked. Lee Bencheng took a bite of the sushi and said,"why don't we follow the footprints of the murderer and see if we can find any clues?"
"You really know how to talk," Zhao Yu said."Do you think we should be traveling around the world?"
"But this isn't the way, is it?" Li Bencheng said,"can we find the murderer just by this analysis?