At this moment, Jiang An, dressed in a white coat, wearing a mask and gloves, was fully focused on working at the autopsy table.
The scalpel in his hand descended accurately, slicing through the cold skin.
It was deathly silent all around, except for the extractor fan roaring like a muffled, low growling beast, making the oppressive atmosphere even heavier.
Everyone held their breath, staring unblinkingly at the autopsy table.
Li Jian furrowed his brows, resting his chin on one hand, his thumb gently stroking his stubble.
After a long period of contemplation, he slowly spoke, "If it's as Jiang An said, then this case has become rather complex."
Standing opposite, Mr. Qin's facial muscles were tensed, and he also appeared solemn.
He responded, "Originally, I thought this was a case involving two people."
"One person kills another."
"But now, with a third party involved, it clearly warrants deeper investigation."
