Qiu Lin's corpse was placed in the living room, no external injuries found on his body, his facial expression calm and serene as if he was merely asleep.
The other nineteen unidentified bodies were dragged into the courtyard, almost filling the front hall of the small building.
Streaks of black marks like brush strokes appeared on the stone floors inside and outside the courtyard, which were bloodstains left by dragging the bodies.
Fat Fuller sat collapsed on the steps, his knees and shoulders trembling non-stop. Old Schmid, though keeping the calmness of an elder, still had a look of bewildered relief from surviving disaster.
By nightfall, the temperature had already dropped to freezing point, the wounds on the bodies and the dirty blood had frozen, less likely to emit any strange odors.
However, each breath Anna took was met with a thick, unresolvable smell of blood.
