Jia Jinliang felt a chill at the back of his head. Something was clearly wrong.
He must have violated some taboo for this to happen, but the troubling part was that he had no idea what he'd done.
"Wait. The abnormality only started just now. More precisely, after I finished stitching up the wound on the abdomen."
But there was nothing wrong with the stitches. Even though he'd been short on time, he hadn't cut any corners.
An idea struck him. Jia Jinliang looked the corpse up and down, and finally his gaze stopped at the empty wrist of its left arm.
He'd considered the possibility that Chen Hao had hidden the missing left hand. He'd searched nearby, but hadn't found it.
Now, though, he had a theory. With a trembling hand, he slowly pressed down on the corpse's swollen abdomen, then felt his way upward inch by inch.
In less than a minute, he felt something fairly hard through the corpse's belly.
It was the outline of something larger.
Jia Jinliang's heart sank. His theory had been right.
The corpse's left hand wasn't missing. That bastard Chen Hao had hidden it inside the corpse's belly!
Damn it!
How had he overlooked that!
It wasn't that he'd overlooked it, exactly. He'd been pressed for time—he'd only had half as much time as usual.
Chen Hao must have counted on that when he hid the severed hand inside the corpse's belly.
Even worse, he'd stuffed all the exposed organs back inside, creating the false impression that all Jia Jinliang had to do was stitch up the wound to finish the task.
The ghost that had appeared outside earlier had distracted him far too much. Damn it.
But what had happened had happened. There was no point dwelling on it.
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