With that, Xu Feng paid no attention to the two men behind him. He was already focused.
He examined the severed necks. Pus had begun to form around the cuts, and the bodies had even started to rot. Fortunately, Coroner Zhou knew his business well enough to keep maggots from breeding there.
Otherwise, killing the maggots would have added another step.
Xu Feng glanced at the cloudy corneas.
Cradling a head that had already undergone corpse transformation, he spotted another clue—the timing of the change.
Behind him, Old Ma and Coroner Zhou exchanged a glance.
Neither dared speak, much less offer an opinion.
A certain bearing was needed in life and work. Xu Feng might not have realized it, but he had it now. Call it putting on airs if you liked; he had everyone's attention.
At the sight of him, Coroner Zhou stopped fretting.
With his master absent and no one at his side to discuss the matter with, Xu Feng had to settle some of his deductions on his own.
He drew on the fairly basic knowledge he had learned from books on forensic medicine.
It was enough to reach a conclusion.
The corpse transformation had likely occurred around the third day, when the body's normal changes had halted as rigor set in.
And judging by the wound, Xu Feng said, "Hemp thread should close the flesh here. It won't look pretty, but it'll hold.
"I can't promise it'll look good, but it should be passable."
The next thing he noticed was the bone. "We'll need bamboo to set the bones together. I can straighten them, but I don't know how many days they'll stay that way."
Beyond that, there was nothing worth noting.
Xu Feng had reached the point where a corpse no longer looked like a