Jiang An suddenly stood up, swiftly and neatly sealing the suspicious tooth into an evidence bag.
His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, swiftly scanning the room before decisively grabbing the iron shovel in the corner.
When he finally stood before that pile of ashes, a terrifying hypothesis began to form in his mind—this was by no means a simple accidental fire.
The ashes exhibited an unnatural distribution, and the quantity clearly exceeded the normal range, coupled with that enigmatic tooth, all clues silently accusing a heinous crime.
"Prepare to seal off the scene."
Jiang An's voice was low and determined, his knuckles turning pale from gripping the shovel too tightly.
"This is not a fire…"
His gaze swept across every dark corner of the room like a spotlight, finally settling on the pile of ashes, "This is a meticulously planned murder case."
Jiang An tightly gripped the iron shovel with both hands, precisely and forcefully uncovering layers of ashes.
