Jiang An did not reply immediately. Instead, he took a pair of tweezers and a small magnifying glass from the investigation kit.
He carefully used the tweezers to move aside the carbides around the skin, then examined it closely through the magnifying glass.
His eyes behind the lens narrowed slightly, revealing a focused and sharp light.
"It's not just well preserved!"
Jiang An finally spoke, his voice low and serious, "The marks on this piece of skin... are very special."
However, Jiang An frowned tightly, his sharp gaze sweeping back and forth across the charred scene.
As an experienced criminal investigator, he keenly noticed several illogical details—the deceased's lying posture was too deliberate, the items on the nightstand were arranged unusually neatly, and even a faint suspicious chemical smell lingered in the air.
These clues interwove in his mind into a web filled with doubts, making him increasingly convinced: This was by no means a simple accidental fire.
