Chương 355: Chapter 322: Script Murder

The pretrial expert, Meng Chengbiao, didn't hesitate to tear a goose leg apart and gnaw on it, his mouth glossy with grease, while his eyes continued to watch the charred corpse on the screen.

He actually enjoyed the gatherings Jiang Yuan organized, with plenty of food and drink. The youngest elite officers, feeling queasy, mostly stayed silent, which saved a lot of the cost of communication.

In the eyes of an old detective like Meng Chengbiao, youngsters without a few years of experience had no right to speak. Just like today, if you lose your appetite just from looking at a body, or worse, throw up, it's not exactly a fault. But, if you are working on a case while having opinions, isn't that a joke?