The comb had been found, and as far as could be seen at the moment, it was the only one in the entire house.
If Yan Junze's guess was correct, the end of the comb that was inserted into Granny Ren's heart should be the sharp part, which is the case with some comb designs; they were originally made for easy hair management, but now it had become a murder weapon.
Heading to the living room, he grabbed a few tissues from the coffee table, Yan Junze returned to the bedside, wrapped the exposed part of the comb with tissues, and with an inner trembling and nervousness, he slowly pulled the comb out bit by bit.
As he had imagined, the body had been dead for a long time, and no blood came out.
The other end of the comb was indeed sharp, Yan Junze glanced at it, deliberately avoiding the bloody specks on the handle of the comb, turning the tissue around, wrapping the handle, and moved to the back of Granny Ren's body.
