"Didn't have time yet."
Zhang Yean responded briefly, but they exchanged a knowing glance.
No need for words; they both understood what the other was thinking—there might be more victims here.
"Mr. Chen," Jiang An's voice suddenly rose a few notches, carrying an undeniable authority, "immediately arrange for personnel to protectively secure these skeletal remains."
"Be sure to maintain the original state, don't move anything."
He said this while quickly donning new gloves, his movements deftly organizing the investigation equipment.
Mr. Chen appeared utterly disoriented, mechanically nodding his head, his lips trembling slightly.
"Understood... I'll arrange it right away..."
He staggered back a few steps, nearly tripping over the rubble on the ground, grabbing the wall to steady himself.
Jiang An had no time to concern himself with Mr. Chen's distress; he and Zhang Yean, equipped with professional gear, had already entered the adjacent master bedroom.
