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"Perhaps, but Peak Master, the body died from falling off a cliff, and it has already been almost thirty hours, with the blood in the pupils congealed... We can't discern the difference you mentioned."
"So this is the method they used to cover the truth!" Gan Zifeng remembered that the man's hand pressing down in front of him was clenched white, "Listen to me, you meticulously copy these eyes, and then draw them again, removing the bloodstains, paleness, and flocculation... and then look again."
Gan Zifeng did indeed do so, but the body had indeed been laying there for a long time, with too many factors that could lead to the same subtle changes. This kind of clutching at straws did not gain the approval of the Enforcement Hall.
But now, the body in front of him was still fresh.