Yang Ping took it, flipping page by page, and stopped when he reached the inventory page.
"Is there a computer in the deceased's study?"
"Yes!" Xiao He replied, "A desktop computer and a laptop. We've checked them; nothing unusual. His browsing history, emails, documents are all normal. The only search records from the past week are related to organic chemistry."
"What about his phone?"
"A smartphone was also found at the scene. Call records, texts, and WeChat are all normal. The only recent calls are for takeout and deliveries."
Yang Ping nodded and continued flipping, closing the document at the last page.
"I need to see the scene," he said.
Dr. Yuan's eyes lit up: "Great, Professor Yang, when are you available?"
Yang Ping glanced at his watch: "This afternoon. Zhaxi, you come with me."
Zhaxi's heart skipped a beat, and he nodded vigorously.
