When Jiang An proposed this idea, a look of confusion appeared on the faces of everyone present.
Everyone exchanged glances, and for a moment, no one spoke.
The life backgrounds, marital statuses, and family relationships of the five victims kept circling repeatedly in everyone's minds.
These women seemed to live in corners that sunlight could hardly reach, their identities, occupations, and experiences shrouded in an impenetrable mist.
After a long while, Zhang Yean's tightly furrowed brow suddenly relaxed, and she lightly tapped the table, speaking in a solemn tone: "Mr. Jiang, your line of thinking indeed makes sense."
"I've thought it over carefully. Among these victims, some have been divorced or single for a long time, and some lost their parents many years ago."
"They are almost in a state of social isolation—there are too few people who genuinely care about them or worry about them."
