At this moment, inside the scrapyard, sunlight streamed through the mottled gaps in the roof.
Jiang An stood tall, wearing gloves, his eyes reflecting focus and determination.
Soon, he reached out and grabbed the trunk handle.
With a slight pull, the trunk slowly opened with a creak.
The next second, the crowd's expectant gaze turned to one of surprise.
The trunk was empty, not to mention any valuable clues; even the mat at the base of the trunk was missing.
Just moments ago, everyone had hope, but upon seeing the scene before them.
Now they were like deflated balloons, sighing collectively.
Mr. Qin frowned, crossed his arms, and shook his head helplessly.
Mr. Fu scratched his head, looking defeated, muttering under his breath.
"What to do now, there's nothing here."
Li Jian's brows furrowed deeply into a '川' character.
They all knew well enough; the scene investigation feared running into situations like this.
