"Uncle, don't go," he said in a low voice.
Police officer Zhang paused and soon understood-he was holding the pistol and forgot to wipe his fingerprints.
What a brainless person. She had told him to wear gloves at the beginning, but in the end, she still left her fingerprints on it.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Yu could not help but ask. "Aren't you going to check it?"
Officer Zhang coughed a few times. "I'm not going," he said. "I believe this pistol is not yours."
"Didn't you just say that the gun was mine?" Jiang Yu sneered. "Why is it that this pistol isn't mine when you hear me say that I'm going to check it? It seems that you also know that my fingerprints are not on this, but someone else's fingerprints, right?"
"Ms. Lisa, don't go too far." Police officer Zhang frowned. "This was just a misunderstanding. Now, the misunderstanding has been cleared up."
"That's the best."
