The smell that alerted Chen Yan was nothing else.
It was a trace hidden under the thick smell of blood ... A stench.
Closing the olfactory gene lock, Chen Yan frowned.
A stench!
Moreover, it was different from the stench in the bathroom. This smell ...
Chen Yan was more familiar with it.
Or rather, every experienced detective would be familiar with it.
It was the stench of corpses.
The smell of corpses was different from other smells. This kind of smell was very special. It was the kind that you would never forget once you smelled it for the rest of your life.
"When the deceased was found, how long was it before he died?"
"28 hours." " According to the shape and depth of livor mortis, " Ren Hongfeng answered straightforwardly, " and the stiffness of the body, we found the victim about 28 hours ago. "
28 hours…
Chen Yan thought to himself.
