"The skeleton assembly is complete, consisting of three sets, one big and two small. The larger one is of an adult woman, estimated to be around thirty years old based on the bone age. Her skull was split in two, and from the junction, it can be seen she was injured by a sharp weapon while she was alive, preliminarily speculated to be a large cleaver or a big watermelon knife. The other two sets consist of a male child of about three years old, and an infant around six months old. The time of death..."
At noon, the gentle and soft sunlight shone upon the Earth, and in the courtyard in the northwest corner of the old city district, police officers were coming and going, and the clicking sound of cameras was incessant.
"Xu Qian?"
Zhou Youming couldn't help but pull at the young girl who had been squatting in a corner of the courtyard, in a daze all morning, as still as a statue with a deathly pale face—it was quite worrying.
