Crying out in horror, Bingxin immediately hid behind me.

"What's so scary about a dead body?" I asked.

"Who said I was scared?” Bingxin tried to argue her way out, “It's just an instinctive reaction to seeing something unusual–exactly how I’d react to seeing a handsome boy."

Mr. Qin couldn’t bear to look straight into the coffin. "What a sin against my daughter–being defiled even after death! Please hasten the autopsy and bury her."

In truth, the smile on the girl’s corpse was merely caused by the muscle contractions in her face after death. However, when matched with the position of her hands and her attire, it seemed strange. Seeing this at night would certainly scare someone into wetting their pants.

I put on the rubber gloves I had prepared in advance and moved the dead girl’s arm. Her joints...