Li Jian's hand trembled slightly, then paused, as He Biao's corpse appeared in his mind.
He had accompanied the entire autopsy process.
In his memory, there were no obvious wounds on He Biao's hands.
Zhang Yean and Wan, standing nearby, also looked shocked.
Zhang Yean asked in confusion, "Junior Brother, I remember that there were no weeds on the deceased He Biao's hands at the time."
Jiang An glanced at the river water, then said solemnly, "Senior Sister, look at how turbulent the water is here."
"Even if He Biao had weeds in his hand, once a person dies, the clenched fist gradually loosens due to muscle relaxation."
"So, even if he grabbed weeds when entering the water, there wouldn't be any trace of leaves left."
Zhang Yean looked as if she was determined to get to the bottom of the matter.
"If that's the case, how can we prove it?"
Jiang An crouched down, carefully examining the weeds nearby again.
