In the forensic examination room of Jiangcheng City, the atmosphere was so tense it seemed to wring out water.
Jiang An stood tall in front of the examination table, lowering his head slightly, his gaze locked on the cold corpse and the items beside it.
Then, he softly uttered a few words: "Micro evidence."
The voice was small, yet it was like a huge stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering the silence within the room.
Zhang Yean and Captain Li Jian, who were initially whispering about something beside him, froze abruptly at the sound of these words.
It was as if an Immobilization Spell had been cast on them.
The next second, both of them widened their eyes almost simultaneously, full of surprise, and turned sharply toward Jiang An.
At the end of their gaze, a metal wristwatch lay quietly.
The grime mottled between the strap's gaps, resembling mysterious imprints left by time.
Apart from this, there were no other anomalies.
