"What's this?"
Xiàng Bǎobèi exclaimed in surprise.
The two of them had checked this ship countless times, and all they had ever seen were the crew's regular personal items. This was the first time they'd come across something so strange!
Si Wuxie furrowed his eyebrows as well.
After all, it's been two years, and the syringe had fallen into the gaps of the deck, now covered in a layer of dust!
Si Wuxie took the syringe from Xiàng Bǎobèi's hand, holding it with gloved hands!
The markings on it were still clearly visible.
"A small syringe for injection!" Si Wuxie said.
"Why would something like this be on the deck of this ship? The previous reports indicated that those people died from poisoning. Could it be that someone injected poison into their bodies?" Xiàng Bǎobèi made a bold conjecture.
Si Wuxie squinted, not dismissing Xiàng Bǎobèi's hypothesis.
