Watching Wu Siyuan sitting on the stool, puffing clouds of smoke, Dazhi's thoughts stirred, and he asked,
"Hey Wu, what was your major in university again?"
"Criminal investigation and crime scene analysis."
"Oh. And what does that major entail? I've never heard of it before."
Wu Siyuan held Dazhi in very low esteem, in fact, he looked down on everyone at the police station, including the chief with the big ears. Their education only went as far as high school, and in terms of thinking and language, they couldn't match up to him at all. They were simply relying on their seniority to act all high and mighty.
Hearing him ask such a question deepened Wu Siyuan's disdain, but his face remained smiley as he eagerly replied, "That major isn't all that useful, just checks the scene, does some follow-up work, basically, it's like being a janitor."
"A janitor? Hahaha, little Wu, you're quite the comedian."
