At this moment, in the victim's courtyard, Jiang An, Zhang Yean, and Wan were busily engaged in their tasks.
The three of them formed a line and gradually advanced.
They didn't just search the visible areas, they also left no stone unturned under the covered objects.
After 20 minutes, the three of them arrived at the entrance of the living room.
Wan straightened his back and sighed, "Oh, my old back!"
Zhang Yean's lips curved into a smile, and she said, "Senior brother, you're so young and your back is already worn out?"
Wan pouted, "Senior brother is no longer young, you two are the young ones."
Jiang An stood at the entrance, looking solemn.
His gaze swept over all the items in the room as he pondered.
If the killer returned to look for something, where could it have fallen?
Jiang An narrowed his eyes slightly, envisioning the entire crime process in his mind.
The perpetrator entered the room, first interacting with the male victim, and subdued him in the living room.
