I looked toward the skeleton Lu Gouzi had pointed out. What was shocking was that the skeleton was fresh, its bones covered in dense, crisscrossing knife marks. There wasn't a shred of flesh left on it. Clearly, this person had not been dead for long. Someone had used a razor-sharp blade to strip the body clean. The phrase "death by a thousand cuts" involuntarily surfaced in my mind, bringing with it a visceral, bloody mental image. I couldn't identify the person from the remains alone, but I was certain of one thing: the victim had been a grave robber, just like us.
"God, there must be something incredibly vicious in here," Zhao Fada remarked, his face turning ashen with terror. "Killing someone is one thing, but to dispose of a body in such a cruel way—is this person a psychopath?"
"I doubt the killing and the disposal were separate events," Lu Gouzi said, curling his lip at Zhao Fada. "They were likely slicing the meat off while the person was still alive!"
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