“Do you still need the internal organs?” I asked Bingxin.

“No,” she shook her head.

I then cut open the victim’s abdomen with a scalpel and stuffed the internal organs inside, making sure that each of the organs were positioned correctly. Then I fixed them in place with thread and needle. 

“What are you doing, Song Yang?” Xiaotao asked.

“I want the victim to have a body that’s as complete as possible,” I answered with a heavy sigh.

“You’re such a kind soul, Song Yang-gege!” exclaimed Bingxin.

I smiled. It was only something any Traditional Coroner would’ve done. I then burnt a stack of joss paper in honor of the victim while softly reciting, “Let the heavens be my witness. In the name of my ancestor, the great magistrate Song Ci, I, Song Yang, vow to find the person who wronged you and bring them to justice. So you can rest in peace and move on to the afterlife now.”

It could just be my imagination, but I heard a faint cry...