The End of Path of Regrets Chapter 418

Forty-third bowl of soup (one & two)

A group of officers wearing gauze masks on their faces, holding tree sticks in their hands, groping and searching among the dead piles… Enduring the odor, enduring the maggots and rotting stench that grew out of their bodies because of the hot weather, Even some corpses were already stuck together and couldn’t be separated with a stick, so they had to poke them apart with their hands.

The buzzing of flies rang back and forth in my ears, and some unbearable young officers ran to the side and vomited. The summer of this year was extremely hot. The morgue of the state government was originally built in a shady place, but now it is inside. Less than three days later, his body could not be preserved, not to mention the corpses discarded at random in the mass graves.

They came here to find a corpse that could be used as evidence, but they couldn’t find it over and over again. It was really embarrassing.

The scholar in the green robe sighed, turned his head and said to the man wearing an official uniform: “My lord, I am afraid that this corpse will not be found.”