The sewage pit on the empty ground of the crime scene was shallow, but covered quite a large area, apparently several hundred square meters.
Four sewage pits in a row, not far from each other, dotted the landscape. The depth at the center of each was between half a meter and a meter, but if the water level rose slightly more, these four pits might just converge into one large pond.
Liu Cheng stood on the bank, his gaze woodenly fixed on the distance. Even so, the pungent odor persistently drilled into his nostrils.
One wonders whether anyone has ever tried such an experiment: collecting the liquid waste produced by their household garbage, placing it in a carefully selected glass beaker, and then sitting in front of the beaker, fanning above it with their hand to force the smell into their nostrils—it was that smell!
