Huangfu Jun turned her head back to the light screen image in midair and suddenly realized something. "Is this a residual image on the clothing—the scene of the deceased wearing the clothes before the murder occurred?"
Bai Lin nodded. "Mm."
This was the first time Huangfu Jun had come into contact with a real murder case. Looking at the seemingly ordinary image in midair, she couldn't help but feel nervous.
The next scene was very different from the previous perspective. There was no human figure; instead, it seemed to be from under a table. The image shook from time to time, making it impossible to tell what the owner of the clothes was doing.
Before Huangfu Jun could figure out the situation, the scene changed again, showing the innocent, childish faces of two small children.
A little boy and a little girl, both about eight or nine years old. The two children said something, then suddenly started crying.
"Why are the children crying? Did the murderer appear?" asked Zheng Siyi, who was standing at the side, looking at Jin Hu in confusion.
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