"That... forensic doctor!" the officer who came out of the barn called out, his face contorted.
The officers at the scene had all noticed the woman who had come down with them, and given their familiarity with the case, as well as their natural ability for deduction and association, their expressions were far from pleasant.
Jiang Yuan stepped forward, calling over Mu Zhiyang, and immediately put on a coverall beneath the barn, followed by a face mask, then silently ascended the steps.
The other two trace examiners from Luyang City also hurriedly donned their gear, especially making sure to cover up their hair, before they followed into the barn.
The smell inside the barn was bearable. This type of flat, elongated barn was like an enlarged ice cream cone raised more than a meter off the ground, so the ventilation and damp-proofing were exceptional. If the rice was not dehusked, it could be stored for two or three years with no issues.
