Zhang Feng merely glanced at the charred corpse.
He heard a colleague say they couldn't distinguish the gender of the deceased.
But Zhang Feng recognized it right away.
He subconsciously mentioned the reason he could tell the gender of the deceased.
Why is everyone looking at me like that?
Is there a problem?
In Zhang Feng's bewildered gaze,
the people around said nothing and turned back to their work.
But their faces seemed to be holding back some strange expression.
Lin Rui approached Zhang Feng, her face a little flushed.
With a slight sarcasm, she said to Zhang Feng:
"You're quite observant."
"Uh..."
This made Zhang Feng blush, but he still replied righteously:
"I'm just doing my job."
Lin Rui knew that work was the priority now.
With gloves on, she adjusted her half-frame glasses and carefully approached the burnt bed to examine the charred corpse.
Soon, someone brought gloves and other items to Zhang Feng.
