Inside the temporary agricultural experimental shed, the herbal scent of the fourth version of "Nongbao" and the faint, earthy tang had not yet dissipated, joined now by a sharp, crisp edge of medicinal disinfectant. Keqing strode into the shed like a gust of wind, the chill of the outside world seemingly clinging to her purple hair. The figure following closely behind her instantly quieted the noisy experimental shed.
Emilie, the forensic pathologist from Fontaine, looked like a walking silver fir tree. A deep green hat pressed elegantly over her golden hair, and a high-slit long skirt of the same color swayed with her steps, faintly tracing the slender lines of her legs. When the analytical kit she carried clicked open, the precise gears interlocking with a crisp sound instantly drowned out the murmurs in the shed. Crystal conduits, rune array plates, and elemental sensing probes—instruments flashing with a cold metallic sheen—were swiftly taken out and laid out. Amidst the sharp scent of disinfectant, there lingered a peculiar, faint trace of cedar and cold spring water, the unique signature of a perfumer.
"Samples," Emilie's voice was clear as a spring, leaving no room for argument.
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