[The cold stoicism that Lan Wangji is witnessing is just years of experience personified. This is not Dante's first rodeo, after all. He seen this kind of crap before back when he was a mercenary for hire. While he did his best not to get entangled with the criminal underground, he has seen plenty of guys get wacked throughout his long illustrious career.]
What do you mean by "not just those marks"?
[He can't help but arch his brow again as he glances at Lan Wangji again. He doesn't know much about this wannabe warrior monk but he suspects Lan Wangji is sharp like an blade. Whatever clues Dante missed here at the crime scene, he's certain the Second Lan will notice. That's why he looks rather eager to hear his point of view.]
My phone? [He hesitates for a moment before slipping the little black phone out from his coat pocket.] No snooping around in my messages, capisce?
[With just a few swipes here and there on the lock screen, he offers his phone without much ado.]
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What do you mean by "not just those marks"?
[He can't help but arch his brow again as he glances at Lan Wangji again. He doesn't know much about this wannabe warrior monk but he suspects Lan Wangji is sharp like an blade. Whatever clues Dante missed here at the crime scene, he's certain the Second Lan will notice. That's why he looks rather eager to hear his point of view.]
My phone? [He hesitates for a moment before slipping the little black phone out from his coat pocket.] No snooping around in my messages, capisce?
[With just a few swipes here and there on the lock screen, he offers his phone without much ado.]