The corpse was covered in scars, and the exposed skin was shriveled like kindling.
Beside the corpse knelt a group of people in mourning clothes, weeping.
Qin An fell into silence, and followed the constable into the courtyard.
The sound of footsteps immediately caught the weeping people's attention.
A few people, clad in mourning white, looked up, their tearful eyes fixated on Qin An.
The leading elderly woman, her hair already gray, crawled to Qin An on all fours upon seeing his silver-etched token, and knelt, kowtowing before him.
Qin An's eyes flickered, and he extended a hand to help the elderly woman stand: "Ma'am, please don't be so agitated. You can speak slowly if you have anything to say."
