The following day.
Zhou Ning arrived at the technical department, bypassed the office directly to change clothes, and went to the autopsy room, but as soon as he entered, he saw several familiar figures, all wearing gas masks, standing in front of a row of autoclaves.
"Heh, you got here early enough."
Zhu Xingxing was fishing out a bamboo basket from the pot, then carefully picked the bones out of it, placing them on a tray to one side.
"Don't worry, Team Leader, we'll have everything sorted out soon, but I want all our group members to experience this."
Zhou Ning smiled, walked over to a platform next to the autopsy table, where part of a skeleton had already been laid out. He had to commend the city bureau's facilities; they had boiled the flesh off the bones after dealing with a highly decomposed body the night before, and amazingly, there was no smell today.
Zhu Xingxing brought over the tray and laid out the bones on the platform, then stretched languidly.
