"Ah? This thief is no good, far worse than me. How could they leave such a big flaw?"
Following the light of Ling Yan's electric baton, Mu Yuan and Ling Yan bent down together, examining a very obvious footprint below the flower cannons.
"This footprint, something's not right."
"Yes, Qiao'er is Wang Fugui's maid. Even if Wang Fugui's maids are taller than ordinary women, this foot is still too big."
Mu Yuan stretched out his own foot, and even with the shoe cover on, it was still smaller than the footprint.
"Not just big, but deliberate."
Hearing Ling Yan say this, Mu Yuan looked at the ground beside it. Indeed, there was only this one footprint, with no other traces.
"Ordinary people walk with their heels landing first, so when the imprint is left, the heel is clearer than the ball of the foot. Look at this."
Mu Yuan leaned down and looked carefully. He frowned and sniffed the air.
"Hmm, the front of this footprint is clear. Could the person have been walking on tiptoes?"
