"First, conduct the crime scene investigation," Jiang Yuan waved his hand, still in a methodical work mode.
Zhan Kan found himself involuntarily focusing intently.
Recalling the work he had just done, even with some foresight, he could only describe it as mundane – yet, listening to Jiang Yuan articulate the conclusions step by step, it seemed bizarre to use 'mundane' to describe the investigation he was part of.
From his perspective as a forensic doctor, it would be more apt to describe it as 'a bolt from the blue.'
But even if given another chance, Zhan Kan still could not pinpoint anything extraordinary in the work he and Jiang Yuan did.
It was truly just ordinary, commonplace work, and the condition of the body was equally ordinary and commonplace.
