Wang Yang hunched closer to the console, lowering his voice, "Mr Li, there's a suspicious fracture line in the back of the victim's skull."
Mr Li raised his hand to press his brow, rubbing the crease between his eyebrows with his fingertip.
"If it happened before death, it's likely the fatal wound; if it formed afterwards, we'll have to revisit the entire investigation direction."
As he spoke, he nodded, and involuntarily gazed at the figure in the center of the console, even softening his breathing.
At this moment, the laboratory was so quiet that the echo of one's own heartbeat could be heard.
The ventilation fan above the console was the only sound, tirelessly running and emitting a continuous yet soft "buzzing" noise.
Everyone's eyes were fixed intently on the skull in Jiang An's hands.
