The corpse was mottled with dark purple livor mortis. The girl had a face that was almost impossible to forget. There was a severe depression on the left side of her chin, not the result of surgery, but likely a deformity from birth or something caused by malicious abuse in childhood. Either way, this was a face that branded itself into one's memory.
Xiao Lin didn't pay much attention to the finer details of the body. All his focus was locked on that face, to the point that he hadn't moved a single step for over half an hour, making the few people beside him grow visibly impatient.
The medical examiner standing next to Meisai was dying to ask something. He still held a deeply distrustful attitude toward someone this young; if not for Meisai, he would never have allowed him into his territory.
