Jiang An stood in place, his gaze fixed on the distance, lost in deep thought.
Zhang Yean saw this, turned and walked over, gently patting his shoulder, "What's wrong?"
"Did you think of a crucial clue?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang An came to his senses and rubbed his temples.
"Just while flipping through those crime scene photos last night, I always felt something was amiss."
At this moment, Wan came over, "That can be explained."
"I used to ride motorcycles, and though it's hard to move when in gear, you can easily move it by squeezing the clutch."
"From a mechanical standpoint, this is entirely reasonable."
Jiang An nodded, "I understand."
He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the overgrown, abandoned fish pond in front.
"By the way, did you drain all the water from the fish pond at that time?"
"Drained completely."
Zhang Yean assured, "The water was already at the bottom back then."
"Besides the body and the motorcycle, no other valuable clues were found."
