"What do you mean 'we'll often run into this in the future'? That's an ominous thing to say."
He pressed his temples, trying hard to bring his thoughts back to the matter at hand.
The situation was as it was; ignoring it was pointless, so it might be better to consider the intelligence it might contain.
If there had been a police officer or forensic expert among those who came with them, a single corpse would have revealed a lot, but the two of them were clearly out of their depth.
"Then, according to the conclusion you've drawn from your reading, how long do you think this body has been here?"
Xu Xiangyang asked.
"Looking at its condition..."
Zhu Qingyue was different from him; she watched the mass wrapped in an orange anorak, which they referred to as "rotten mud," with a calm demeanor. After observing for a while, she cautiously answered:
