Mu Yu glanced at Jiang Cheng, then looked at the ground, swallowing once. Slowly, he followed the chalk drawing on the ground, his eyes uncontrollably darting around.
From this angle, he could just see the underside of every tall table, with his view expanding.
Jiang Cheng stood nearby, watching Mu Yu writhing on the ground, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Did you see anything?"
Mu Yu shook his head, "Everything here is normal, there's no clue." At this, he paused, "Why did you call me down here? Can't you just bend over and look? And now, I'm definitely covered in dust."
Under Jiang Cheng's slightly windswept short hair, his eyes looked like glass, clear as ink, his thin lips slightly parted, "To find clues, you should immerse yourself in everything at the crime scene."
