Strangle pulled three corpses out of a floor drain that looked like a drainage ditch.
All three were male, and from their appearance, they were most likely humans from Earth. Their expressions were agonized, their faces deathly pale, their bodies soaked through, carrying a faint stench of decay.
Maybe it was not so faint. Su Ming often operated with Little Cousin, so perhaps his tolerance for foul odors had become too high for him to judge how badly a normal corpse smelled.
"All right, looks like these guys have been dead for a while. Their brains have already liquefied and flowed out through their seven orifices." Like he was picking watermelons, Su Ming tapped each corpse on the head before rising and delivering his conclusion. "Their eyeballs are gone, their eardrums and stomachs burst, and there are water stains on them. They may have been frozen somewhere before this."
Two round, bloody holes on those grotesquely swollen faces—of course they looked like they had suffered terribly.
"They didn't need to be frozen anywhere. This is space. All they had to do was be left out in the open."
Carol examined the bodies as well. As a soldier familiar with space, she had experience with this, but the conclusion did not please her.
"The rupturing you mentioned was caused by sudden decompression. At the time of death, the air pressure inside their bodies was higher than outside, causing the gases to rush out. It made them look like overstuffed sausages."
During Space Fleet battles, most people died that way. Very few were actually blown to pieces along with their ships. More died from sudden depressurization in the vacuum and freezing cold after their vessels broke apart.
Even among the armies of the Three Great Empires, there were not many individuals capable