Mo Shangjun followed Cen Zhi to find the forensic doctor.
Peng Yuqiu followed closely behind.
The forensic doctor repeatedly confirmed with Mo Shangjun—are you sure you want to see it.
Over a month had passed, and coupled with Yuncheng's relatively high temperature, the level of decomposition was severe, far beyond what the average person could accept.
Mo Shangjun neither emphasized anything nor gave any assurances. She stated her intention and then calmly looked at the forensic doctor.
The forensic doctor paused for a moment, understood Mo Shangjun's determination, and nodded in agreement.
Peng Yuqiu did not proceed forward.
He went to find Mu Cheng, who was also in the task force.
"Old Peng."
Seeing Peng Yuqiu, Mu Cheng greeted him with little enthusiasm.
The group with him was huddled in a rest lounge. The team had thoughtfully served them tea, but none of them touched it, their faces ashen, heads lowered, struggling to calm their emotions.
