In a cabinet almost as tall as a person, there were more than a dozen glass jars typically used for infusing wine.
But now, these jars contained not medicinal herbs, but female breast tissue and some other body parts.
The things were soaked in a dark reddish liquid, which made one feel a wave of physiological discomfort.
Even the three who were accustomed to the scenes of murder felt their stomachs churn.
"Ugh... this guy is simply too perverted!"
Zhang Wei's face was pale, and he covered his mouth, dry-heaving.
Zhao Donglai spoke, trying to suppress his discomfort, "It seems these organs must belong to those victims."
With this evidence, he no longer had to worry about convicting Li Dapeng.
"Let's check other places. We'll let Zhao Tian and her team deal with these things when they arrive."
As he spoke, he was about to close the two cabinet doors when something at the bottom caught his attention.
