"It's just right, but…" Qin Ming held the silver needle and stabbed it into the corpse's head. It could only pierce through the skin. Then, the needle could not go deeper because it was blocked by the hard skull. He casually picked up a stone on the ground and threw it at the silver needle as if he was hitting a nail. However, the silver needle was bent, but the skull was still intact and did not go any deeper. "Tool."
Qin Ming reached out and the assistant forensic doctor at the side hurriedly handed over the tools for dissection. Qin Ming's technique was special. He cut open the corpse's wound in no time and took out a bloodstained needle.
"Hiss…" Seeing this, everyone gasped.
Guessing and seeing it with their own eyes were two different things. Now that the evidence and facts were in front of them, there was no need to doubt anymore. These corpses had indeed died from silver needles!
"How did he do it? Is it a launcher like a crossbow?"