At this moment, the three of them held their breath simultaneously, six pairs of eyes focusing like searchlights on the edge of the seat.
Zhang Yean furrowed her brow and fell into deep thought: "Junior, these marks... they look too faint. Could they mislead our judgment?"
"After all, vehicles inevitably pick up various stains in daily use."
"Exactly!" Wan also crouched down, unconsciously rubbing his chin with his right hand.
"I remember the road at the scene was a muddy dirt road, with some gray-white powder-like substances scattered on the bridge."
"But what's here is green. Could it be unrelated to this case?"
"Maybe it's a stain that existed before?"
Faced with the discussion from his senior brother and sister, Jiang An did not respond immediately.
He crossed his arms, staring at the marks intently, his long fingers rhythmically tapping his arm.
