Inside the forensic laboratory.
Under dim lighting, Jiang An stared at the yellowed White Bone on the lab bench, his brow furrowed tightly.
He slowly leaned forward, using his gloved fingers to gently move each part of the skeleton, every motion exuding professionalism and caution.
Zhou Yong stood by, sighing as he said, "This corpse is indeed somewhat of a pity!"
"We cannot reconstruct the damage to the deceased's skin and muscle tissue."
"If the soft tissue was still present, it would be very valuable for analyzing damage patterns and formation mechanisms."
Jiang An nodded, shifting his gaze to several tattered garments placed on another lab bench.
Those clothes had been exposed to the elements for years, parts had rotted into semi-transparent sheets, edges riddled with tiny holes.
"Due to severe weathering, it's challenging for us to determine whether certain damages were sustained while the deceased was alive or caused postmortem by insect activity or natural decay."
