The classroom wasn't large. Over thirty double tables were placed in it, so Lin Qiao guessed that a class like this had about sixty students.
Every double table had a dead body on it. The bodies near the teacher's desk were the oldest. The closer one got to the back door, the favorite area of bad students, the newer the bodies were.
The bodies near the teacher's desk had already dried or turned into bones. The blood and flesh were long gone. The bodies in the middle of the classroom still had rotten flesh on them. Groups of bluebottles were buzzing around them.
Lin Qiao looked at those bodies. The ones near the teacher's desk were already unrecognizable, but their ages and genders could still be told from the shapes of those skeletons. The ones in the middle of the classroom still had some clothes on, and those clothes partially revealed their owners' identities.
The few bodies near the back door had decayed to varying degrees.
