The man's voice, striving to remain calm and patient, had long since become a memory swept to the margins. Now it surfaced hazily again.
"I know, you can't see the difference with the naked eye," Zhang Mei Qing said earnestly. "After death, the muscles in the eyes stop holding them in check, causing the pupils to dilate. They no longer reflect the outside world and seem covered in a gray film. That is indeed the normal 'lifelessness.'"
Gan Zifeng had spent half his life as an officer of the Law Enforcement Hall and was intimately familiar with this sight. Now, as he had countless times before, he carefully sketched those lifeless eyes on paper, stroke by stroke.
"But the 'lifelessness' caused by Sword Heart Reflection isn't like that. The pupils don't change size, and external objects can still be reflected in them, but everything before the person seems transparent. His gaze has no focus at all."
"But now the pupils have already dilated and lost their light."
"There's a fundamental difference. When people enter Sword Heart Reflection, they experience the illusion of falling into a boundless depth, so the moment they look into Sword Heart Reflection, their pupils become fixed in a state of 'gazing deep.' Even after such people die, you can still tell the difference-I'll teach you how."
"Perhaps. But Peak Master, this body died from a fall off a cliff, and it's been lying here for nearly sixty hours. Even the blood in the pupils has clotted. We have no way of distinguishing the differences you mentioned."
"So this is how they cover up the truth!" Gan Zifeng remembered the hand that man had planted before him clenching white. "Listen to me. Copy these eyes in detail, then draw another pair based on that drawing, removing the