Jiang Huan tried to lift the dirty tripod to see if it could be used as a weapon.
Obviously not.
The tripod was very tall, about 1.5 meters, and it was the kind of support for a camera, so it was very heavy. It was difficult to carry it, let alone lift it up to use as a weapon.
Moreover, after such a long time of wind and rain, the three legs of this thing had already rusted, and it was impossible to remove them.
Jiang Huan studied the van again. It looked like it had been through a lot. The miscellaneous items in the car and the tripod outside the car all suggested one thing-the people in the car never came out after entering.
If these people came out, even if they took another exit, they would definitely drive this car back. But now, the car had been abandoned here, and everything was still in the same state as when those people had left. This was already very strange.