In the meeting room, the light fell coldly on everyone's faces, the atmosphere as heavy and silent as the calm before a storm.
Jiang An stood tall beside the projector.
He slightly raised his chin, his gaze sharp as he scanned each person present, then spoke steadily, "Next, I'll discuss the state of the separated bodies."
"Both bodies were found in the same temporal environment."
"However, upon closer examination, there are significant differences in their positioning, clothing, even the posture of their limbs."
As he spoke, Jiang An extended his finger, precisely pointing towards the screen above.
Suddenly, four photos were vividly displayed on the projector screen.
They depicted the crime scenes on the second and first floors.
Everyone's eyes congregated on the images, focusing on the state of the woman on the first floor.
On the first floor, the deceased, Yang Xiu, lay collapsed on the ground, with distinct blood spatter patterns on the floor.
