421 Different Methods

Upon hearing Jiang Baimian's answer, Shang Jianyao retracted his gaze regretfully.

Fortunately, he didn't insist on going at it alone this time… Long Yuehong heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this. In fact, he also knew that Shang Jianyao was mostly obedient and obeyed orders.

At this moment, Wang Fugui saw that Jiang Baimian was still staring at the rotten corpses that were either a mangled mess or dismembered. He couldn't help but raise his hand to his nose and say, "Will there be clues on them?"

"Can't be sure," Jiang Baimian casually replied. "We don't have a camera now, so we can't take photos. I'll have to memorize all kinds of details and analyze them later."

At this moment, the conditions didn't give her the luxury of time to conduct an in-depth autopsy.

Jiang Baimian then put on her gloves and quickly checked the corpses and the items they carried with them to see if they could find any valuable information.