The night had deepened.
Under the escort of nearly a hundred Inspectors, a flatbed cart slowly rolled out of the Inspection Office.
Chu Mu remembered this was the very same cart that had carried the old man's corpse from that mountain village to the dungeons.
And now, this same cart was carrying the old man's body—dismembered and then stitched back together—out of the dungeon.
Next, the corpse would be hung from the memorial arch at the Northern exit of the town.
A public display of the corpse... to... lure the snake from its hole.
It had to be said, the seemingly unremarkable forensic doctor was extremely skilled.
The body, which had been dissected into pieces, was now stitched back together and dressed in burial clothes. At a glance, one could hardly see anything wrong with it.
Only upon closer inspection did the ghastly stitches come into view, creating an indescribably horrifying sight.
"Hang it up."
