At this moment, Professor Zhang Kai's face was calm as water, his expression seemingly unruffled, as if everything was under control. Yet no one knew that his heart was pounding rapidly in his chest cavity.
The extremely subtle changes on the skin of the corpse before him might be hard for others to notice, but he detected them keenly.
These were not superficial marks, but rather slight abnormalities beneath the dermis, between the textures.
The faint redness and swelling of the local tissue, the barely noticeable signs of damage among the muscle fibers, all silently pointed to one fact: this was no naturally occurring physiological phenomenon but the traces of external force.
At that thought, the possibility Jiang An mentioned earlier during their discussion suddenly flashed through his mind.
Could it be that a transient skin erythema indeed appeared, like a fleeting night-blooming cereus, only to vanish without a trace by the time he examined it himself?
