"Do you really believe in the existence of 'Smiling Face'?" Jiang Shu opened the car window, letting the night wind blow in, continuously lifting his hair.
"I think about all the possibilities when I work on each case, then eliminate them one by one, selecting the correct answer." Tang smiled, his hand that was holding the steering wheel moving slightly, his index finger tapping on the wheel, "As of now, I haven't any evidence to prove the non-existence of 'Smiling Face'."
"Your way of solving cases is a bit peculiar," commented Jiang Shu.
After Tang had shared his conjectures and investigative methods concerning Mu Jin, Jiang Shu had thought he was someone who relied on intuition and sixth sense to solve cases. But it appeared not to be the case.
Tang's reasoning was equally rigorous; it was just that he didn't share all his thoughts with the police station, so his ideas seemed somewhat fanciful to outsiders.
At least that's what Wolf must have thought for sure.
