The mouth of the jar was slowly cut open, and eventually, Gu Tao lifted the lid on top, revealing the contents inside, but what appeared was a thick layer of white crystalline substance—which Gu Tao grabbed a bit of in his hand.
"It's salt."
Gradually scraping away the thick layer of salt, a piece of pink, shiny flesh emerged. Frowning, Gu Tao took out the piece of flesh, glanced at it, and said, "Let's go, back to the station."
Everyone tacitly refrained from asking questions, because they already knew what was stored inside the jar. They sealed the jar again, loaded it onto the car, and transported it to the forensic department. Gu Tao barred everyone from entering, "Those who aren't professionals, step aside."
Then, Gu Tao methodically began the preparatory work. It had been a long time since he had dealt with this, but he didn't take it lightly, instead he was very solemn. After all, this was the place where a person's last dignity is maintained.
