After the heavy rain, the sky remained gloomy.
By noon, the sun was still nowhere to be seen.
The thick clouds occasionally tore open a crack, letting a few strands of pale, weak sunlight escape, only to quickly close up again.
An abandoned slaughterhouse on the outskirts of Guilan District was now surrounded layer upon layer by red and white police tape, isolating it.
Outside the police line, many local villagers who had heard the news gathered to watch.
They stepped onto the muddy ground, whispering to each other, occasionally poking their heads curiously inside, trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on.
Several police cars flashing their lights were parked by the roadside, firmly keeping these curious onlookers outside.
The air was full of the damp smell of muddy soil, along with a faint hint of blood.
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A black SUV splashed through the mud and water on the road, coming to a steady stop in front of the police tape.
