One could know without looking that Pan Jinghong had suffered long periods of torture before her death, and she was defiled in front of Wang Zhaocai.
Zhou Ning took a breath and felt somewhat satisfied with his team; after all, facing such a gruesome state, no one reacted excessively, which he considered not disgraceful.
His gaze moved up, and he now looked at the deceased's head. Hair and flesh were mixed together, and half of the face was indistinguishable. On the remaining half, one could observe swelling upon close examination—certainly, the torture did not last a short time.
Zhou Ning glanced at Zhu Xingxing and noticed she was fixated on the deceased's hands. His gaze followed suit, and he saw the right middle finger, twisted backward, hanging over the back of the hand without swelling.
"Stop looking for now and hurry with the scanning, let Mr. Xia get to work on the facial reconstruction so we can proceed with the external examination of the corpse."
