"With this kind of poison, the death appears exactly like a heart attack on the surface."
Upon hearing this, Qi Yun's fingers holding the cigarette butt tightened suddenly.
Although he had long suspected that Qiu Jiahao did not die of a heart attack, when this conclusion was truly confirmed, a chill ran up his spine.
Those people are ruthless, first killing the father, then the son...
Zhou Hongchang pulled out a photo from his pocket, handed it to Qi Yun, and continued, "There's also this, he had a very small pinhole on the back of his neck, concealed by his hair, which the forensic doctor only discovered after shaving it."
"It's presumed to be left from the injection of the toxin."
Despite the turbulence within him, Qi Yun still tried hard to maintain his composure on the face: "What do you mean by telling me all this?"
