"You really can't tell, a grown man can keep a house this tidy, much better than me."
Li Jian nodded in agreement and said, "No wonder the landlord praised this young man."
Unlike their reactions, Jiang An stood still, deep in thought, his eyes sweeping the room back and forth.
Moments later, Jiang An slowly said, "From the current setup of the room, it maintains a typical daily living state, with no unusual changes."
"In my opinion, this person shows no signs of having fled in a hurry."
Upon hearing this, Captain Li Jian was taken aback.
As the head of criminal investigation, he had sharp insight and strong analytical skills.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Jiang An, about to speak, but hesitated for a moment, finally just uttering a few words: "You mean the deceased might already be..."
The rest of his words seemed stuck in his throat, unspoken.
At this moment, Zhang Yean's eyes widened with horror on her face.
