Facing the woman's corpse was even more shocking than Chen Xin had imagined.
Although she had indeed "died" here, her cloudy, wide-open eyes looked as though they might regain their spark at any moment.
The most frightening and baffling question was why she was here.
No wonder even someone as composed as Wu Tiansheng had hurried back in a panic after seeing this corpse through the gap in the door.
This truly went beyond anything they had imagined.
Because everyone clearly remembered that the couple had burned to death in the old house.
Even if, for argument's sake, some Vengeful Ghost or curse had caused the situation before them, the corpse still should not have been in this condition.
She should have been a charred corpse.
Chen Xin was frightened too, but both he and Wu Tiansheng knew very well that fear would do nothing to help their current situation. He took several deep breaths, struggling to suppress the urge to turn and flee. Instead, he approached the corpse, crouched down, and pressed her skin with his fingers.
Then he turned to Wu Tiansheng and asked, "Mr. Wu, can you estimate when she died?"
The question gave Wu Tiansheng a reminder, while also helping him breathe a considerable sigh of relief. People were like that: panic only bred more panic, and composure could influence others just as readily.
But the question stumped Wu Tiansheng.
Although he was a professional athlete and understood the human body better than most people, his knowledge fell far short when it came to postmortem changes and estimating the time of death. He could not even pass for a dilettante.
Chen Xin had not expected Wu Tiansheng to answer in the first place. He only hoped Wu Tiansheng would not be frightened by this anomaly. Ultimately,