"This is too unusual." Yun Xiangxiang walked around the forest with Li Xiangling. They did see a pile of dead branches. It must have been picked up by Pang Yan.
"There are traces of falling here, but there are no traces of dragging. The person who brought Pang Yan from here to the front must have been very strong."
Li Xiangling looked at the scene. Pang Yan was carried forward. As she spoke, Li Xiangling walked forward, as if following the train of thought that was used to carry Pang Yan to the place where he was thrown.
"There are no obvious injuries or pain on Pang Yan's body, so this person did not use much strength to throw him down." Yun Xiangxiang recalled squatting at the spot where Pang Yan was found. There were traces of grass being pressed down, but it was not very serious.
"He placed Pang Yan here very gently." Li Xiangling reached out to fiddle with the soft grass that was pressed down but did not break.
