After a long time, Jiang An asked: "If this land in front of us is being developed and excavated unnaturally, then what kind of thing would be buried here?"
As soon as he spoke, the few people opposite him fell into thought, and their expressions were no longer as relaxed as before.
Mr. Chen from the police station said: "Something that can be buried in the soil should be something large in volume and difficult to decompose."
Wan also nodded and said: "That's right, could it be treasure? A family heirloom?"
Zhang Yean listened and tilted her head in thought.
"Could it be a family heirloom?"
"I don't think so. Who would bury a family heirloom outside the house?"
Mr. Chen continued: "Could it be that the victim knew someone might come to steal?"
"He specifically buried his family heirloom outside."
"Similar to the ancient 'There are no three hundred taels of silver here, and Wang Er next door has never stolen'?"
As they discussed, Jiang An fell into thought.
