Jiang An listened and nodded slightly: "We cannot rule out this possibility."
"Could it be a premeditated murder?" Mr. Fu asked.
After pondering for a while, Jiang An said in a deep voice: "Whether it is a premeditated murder remains unknown for now."
"However, at least I think the murderer should not have entered when Wang Cuilan was washing clothes."
As he spoke, Jiang An quickly walked to the well.
At this moment, there were no clothes around the well.
He turned and asked, "Were there some clothes here at the time?"
Mr. Fu nodded and said: "That's correct."
"According to her husband Wang Jun, he washed the clothes after returning home."
"However, those clothes were placed in basins and were not knocked over onto the ground."
"Overall, the items were placed quite neatly."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang An asked: "If that's the case, why didn't the deceased Wang Cuilan resist?"
"Exactly."
The two stood beside the well and observed carefully.
