The strong smell of blood felt like it was being forced into the nose, making it nauseating. Jiang Ning opened his eyes suddenly. My vision was blurred, and my tinnitus sounded sharp and harsh, like a steel needle stirring crazily in my brain. He subconsciously covered his chest, his heart beating violently and hitting his ribs, making a dull sound. "Jiang Ning! Why are you in a daze! Is the survey site a place where you are in a daze?" A loud shout rang in his ears. Jiang Ning stiffened and his eyes finally focused. In front of him was a narrow living room with dark red blood stains on the old wooden floor. A male corpse was lying on his back next to the coffee table, with a hideous wound on his neck. The flesh was rolled up, and the blood had long solidified into dark brown. The deceased's eyes were wide open, and his gray pupils were staring at the ceiling, as if he was accusing something. Memories come flooding in
