Zhang Yean immediately put down her work and rushed over with a full set of investigation equipment.
As a key member of this special task force, she knew that every detail might be the key to solving the case.
"What important evidence?"
While adjusting the rubber gloves on her hands, she asked eagerly.
Jiang An didn't answer immediately. Instead, he squatted down and illuminated a mark on the ground with his investigative light.
"Here!"
His voice was low and firm, his finger steadily pointing at a strip mark on the muddy ground.
Zhang Yean immediately put on a mask and bent down to observe closely.
At this moment, Jiang An continued, "Judging by the shape and texture, it should be a piece of phlegm."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yean frowned suddenly.
As a detective with years of experience, she had collected countless pieces of evidence—bloodstains, fingerprints, hair, cigarette butts, and even more intimate evidence.
But!
"Extracting phlegm," was indeed a first.
