"This case is too bizarre, like a knot that can't be untangled."
Zhang Yean scratched her head, resembling a confused little deer, and echoed, "Yeah, it's too strange."
"If the victim was attacked under normal circumstances, with no fractures in the face, eye sockets, or mouth, could it be he just stood there and took the beating?"
"This doesn't make any sense, it feels like we've hit a dead end."
Jiang An narrowed his eyes slightly, like a sage deep in thought, as scenes from the crime scene played out like a movie in his mind.
A moment later, he slowly spoke, "I think the message from Li Ming in the lab should be correct."
Zhang Yean looked surprised, as if she had seen something unbelievable.
"Oh? You also think the result is reliable?"
"This is puzzling, what have you discovered that we haven't?"
Jiang An nodded solemnly, "During the scene investigation, I noticed many husks of molted flies next to the body."
