I stared at the skull of the Ming Dynasty female corpse on the CT scan and pressed the pause button for the 137th time. Between the cracks in the large wings of her sphenoid bone, half a threaded alloy part was clearly embedded - this definitely did not belong to Wanli's forty-three years of craftsmanship.
The incandescent lights in the autopsy room suddenly began to flicker, and the metal door of the morgue made the sound of fingernails scratching. When I turned around to get the bright flashlight, a line of water mist writing slowly appeared on the glass window of the freezer: "Forensic Doctor Ye, have you seen my face?"
