After a long silence, he finally spoke indifferently.
"Open it and take a look."
The two nurses sighed and silently pulled open the refrigerated drawer holding the corpse.
The small body slowly pushed out from inside…
The damp, torn light blue jeans clung to her long legs, and most of the beige T-shirt visible was already stained with blood.
It looked somewhat ghastly…
A white cloth covered her face.
The air was filled with a sense of desolation.
He felt his lungs being fiercely clenched, unable to breathe.
In this moment, he no longer felt the cold; he only felt his body was numb.
Only his consciousness floated in midair.
The surroundings turned grayish-white.
Qiqi, do you want a hug?
I'll give you everything, whatever you want!
"Sir, you should be mentally prepared. The deceased's head was crushed and is severely deformed. Although our mortician has repaired it, you may still find it quite unsettling…"
