Old Bai heard Yang Sen's shout and broke through the curtain of rain, running over from thirty meters away.
"What's wrong?"
"Look at this!"
Yang Sen pointed at a black plastic bag at his feet, from which the handle of a dagger had fallen out.
"A knife handle?"
Why would there be a knife in a black plastic bag?
"I just saw the bag and idly kicked it, there was something inside."
Both of them crouched down, looking at the exposed knife handle.
Yang Sen put on another pair of gloves and gently picked it up.
"Could this thing... be related to the corpse?"
Today, Haizhou City experienced heavy rain, and the corpse was washed ashore by the waves.
Along with it came a black plastic bag containing a dagger?
"Not sure, let's take it back for testing first."
Yang Sen also had no answer to Old Bai's question.
But from a crime scene investigation perspective, naturally, they couldn't overlook any suspicious items found around the scene.
