Jiang An had just breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes sharpened again.
He turned his head to look at the edge of the left side of the trunk, "Senior sister, there might be another mark here, could you please take a photo?"
"Another one?"
The crowd was once again surprised upon hearing this.
Jiang An extended a finger, pointing to the target location.
"Look here, do you see some scuff marks?"
Following the direction of his finger, Zhang Yean quickly crouched down, observing meticulously with eyes like a scanner.
As a trace expert, she blurted out after just a glance.
"Oh, this is a sock print, comb-shaped, with a mesh structure in parts."
Jiang An nodded, "I guess after the deceased was placed in the trunk, their feet contacted that spot, leaving a sole sock print."
Now, Captain Qin and the deputy captain were dumbfounded as they listened. They had long known Jiang An's prowess.
