The young lady was in her twenties. She had a gorgeous appearance and a mature aura that matched her age.
Shen Yin could imagine how beautiful she must have been when she was alive, but when she mentally superimposed the open eyes on that pale face, her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
After working as a forensic pathologist for so many years, other than the initial fear caused by being unfamiliar with corpses, she had not experienced such palpitations for a long time.
Wu Zheng had been watching her do the preliminary autopsy, waiting for her to reveal some valuable clues. Naturally, he could tell at a glance that something was wrong with her. He hurriedly squatted down and asked with a worried expression, "What's wrong?"
