Late at night.
Municipal Bureau of Forensic Medicine Center, B-4 Autopsy Room.
There was a coldness floating in the air that even the disinfectant could not suppress.
The old forensic doctors on duty hid in the lounge on the pretext of soaking in wolfberry berries, and no one wanted to get even half a step closer.
The metal toolbox was gently placed on the ground with a muffled sound.
Shen Ruyan did not touch the switch on the wall.
She struck a match, and the faint firelight illuminated her overly calm face.
A pure white candle was lit and placed in the corner of the dissecting table.
The dancing candlelight is the only moving thing in this dead space.
Wherever the light reaches, a mutilated "corpse" is lying silently on the cold metal platform.
To be more precise, it is a pile of human body fragments that have been reluctantly pieced together.
They were carved piece by piece from a newly poured cement wall.
The deceased was a bride, and the white wedding dress on her body was now mixed with blood and cement dust, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other.
