"However, if the fingerprints on the bottle match those on the knife handle, then Zhang Biao's death appears to be quite unusual."
For a moment, Zhang Yean did not react.
"Mr. Li, what do you mean?"
Li Jian said in a deep voice, "If Zhang Biao is the murderer, then his death is not simple and might not be accidental."
"Not accidental?"
Li Jian continued to analyze, "It's also possible it's a suicide out of guilt."
"But regardless of the possibility, we must clarify it."
Li Jian and Zhang Yean seemed very optimistic, as if they were confident about the bloodstains on the glass bottle.
However.
Compared to their optimism, Jiang An seemed preoccupied.
In Jiang An's view, although there was a bottle of wine and a pack of snacks in the cabinet, it felt too clean.
The cabinet of an adult bachelor, surprisingly so tidy, without even a few miscellaneous small items.
Jiang An found it somewhat unusual and was very puzzled internally.
