The thing in Zhou Mingchen's hand was none other than the video taken by a passerby on the night of Zhou Jingwen's car accident.
He had spent immeasurable time and resources to obtain this video. After such a long struggle, it had finally yielded a result.
"Achen, can you tell me what this is?" Grandma Zhou looked at him, her emotions highly agitated.
"This is the scene of the car accident from that night," Zhou Mingchen said. Before showing it to Grandma Zhou, he had already watched it hundreds of times alone. The video, shot by a passerby ten years ago, had low resolution and was not very clear, but the information it revealed was truthful and valid.
"This is premeditated murder."
Grandma Zhou stared at his face for a long time without uttering a word. After a few minutes, she finally reacted, picked up the video again, put on her reading glasses, and examined it carefully, trying to glean some details.
