What did Qi Yu’s corpse look like?

Very... eerie.

The face was like minced meat, as if the original skin had been peeled off and discarded.

If the falling height were high enough and the face hit the ground, this scene might appear.

But the problem is...

"The pickle factory is about ten meters high, unless it has a height of fifteen meters, otherwise the corpse shouldn’t be smashed like this..."

Xu Liang muttered.

Then he lifted the white cloth covering Qi Yu.

"Swish!"

Suddenly.

A corner of Qi Yu’s lower body and legs was slightly uncovered.

Xu Liang stared, his brow furrowed again.

"There’s something wrong with the legs too."

What’s wrong with the legs?

Actually, nothing’s wrong.

It means they looked like normal, healthy legs!

On the surface, it completely didn’t look like a falling death’s corpse!

As he spoke, he even went ahead and pinched them with his hands.

The touch was... icy cold and stiff.

He closed his eyes, pinching the bones, without feeling any fracture, until...

He touched the waist.

"A fracture near the hip bone?"

Xu Liang murmured, squatting down to study closely.

Qi Yu’s hip bone and waist had some fractures, indeed somewhat consistent with post-fall injuries.

But...

"Isn’t this a bit off, can a 10-meter fall cause this?"

"And the break is so neat!"

Xu Liang looked astonished; he felt that Qi Yu’s injuries were too orderly, completely inexplicable by a fall, a sudden accident.

As if....

"Was it intentional!?" Yang Ruoxi said in a small voice nearby.

Su Yu didn’t express her opinion.

Her face was somewhat pale now, a feeling of nausea surged from her abdomen, which she was desperately suppressing at this moment.

There was no way.

Four months ago, she was just an ordinary college student, though she had experienced the stimulation of Jinjiang Hotel’s falling corpse, yet she had never watched such a gory corpse so closely.

Feeling physically responsive was very normal at this moment.

Hearing Yang Ruoxi’s words, Xu Liang nodded.

"A bit like man-made."

Upon hearing this, a series of ideas flashed through Yang Ruoxi’s mind.

Pickle factory... disabled persons... signs of intentional abuse...

In an instant, a term surfaced in her mind.

"Black factory kiln!?" Yang Ruoxi said in shock.

What is a black factory kiln?

It’s a non-compliant factory, there are many like this nowadays, coal yards, mines are the most common.

These places recruit large numbers of disabled individuals, treating them like livestock, forcing them to work continuously, without even fulfilling the most basic food needs.

Inside, beatings are the least of their worries, people die every week!

But...

"It’s possible, but not likely."

Xu Liang didn’t deny but also didn’t agree.

He mainly focused his sight on the deceased, that mashed meat-like face.

If it were a black factory kiln... what was there to say about the face?

Why did they destroy the face?

To cover up?

If it was to cover up, was it to cover up the fact of the black factory kiln?

But this doesn’t make sense.

The core of a black factory kiln is ’profit’, at most they would coerce the deceased to work, leaving marks on the face; destroying the face to cover up abuse is somewhat possible, but...

"The hip bone and waist aren’t right."

"It seems like man-made... if it was man-made, Qi Yu would almost certainly become a paraplegic, a cripple with only the upper body functioning!"

Xu Liang pointed to the part covered by the white cloth.

"For something born for profit like a black factory kiln, doing this brings no benefit, only damage to their own interests!"

Take an example.

In ancient times, slaves were regarded as one’s property.

A black factory kiln is the same!

Even if they treat the workers badly, they would never intentionally cause irreparable injuries.

These workers are money, kidnapped for making money, making someone a cripple has no benefit for them, the sole purpose is to lose one earning labor force.

Moreover, the most crucial point is...

Xu Liang looked at the sunken eyes, squinting, and pulled out gloves he carried to wear on his hands.

Then, he reached toward the smashed face.

"Sizzle!"

Fingers touched the face, a sensation of soft rot transmitted.

He ignored it, prying open the right eye.

In an instant...

"Where’s the eyeball!?" Yang Ruoxi felt a bit of chill while instantly shocked.

The eyeball was missing...

Qi Yu’s right eye was gone!!!

The entire eye socket was just empty... or rather, with some broken bones and meat paste inside.

And the left eye?

Xu Liang pried it open again.

A blurry hollow, with a sunken eyeball appeared in front.

There was an eye in the left, but not in the right.

Qi Yu was a mentally impaired person due to high fever, not one with eye problems!

When he disappeared on March 2nd, his eyes were perfectly intact!

But now... discovered dead by March 3rd, he was missing an eyeball...

"What’s going on here?"

Yang Ruoxi was somewhat puzzled.

Xu Liang was about to say something.

Unexpectedly...

"Ugh!"

Su Yu’s face was rather pale at this time, watching Xu Liang’s actions and the impact of the corpse...

She really couldn’t hold back, a burning sensation came from her throat.

Then she quickly covered her mouth, rushing towards the garbage can outside.

"Gag!"

She bent over, lowering her head, dry heaving into the garbage can, only able to vomit some gastric juices.

Xu Liang saw this, quickly approached, and walked over to pat her back gently.

"How are you? Are you okay?"

Xu Liang bent over, comforting her, speaking softly.

Su Yu didn’t speak, just waved her hand at him, after dry heaving a bit felt better, opened her mouth to say something, then vomited again.