Jingyang lowered his head again and saw, under the pile of corpses, another female corpse. She was dressed in an ordinary gray coat, her eyes half-open as if she hadn't died peacefully. He wasn't a forensic doctor, so he couldn't tell how long the woman and the other men in suits had been dead. But he could see that in the stiff hand of the deceased woman, she was tightly clutching a scattered, empty swaddling cloth…,Jingyang kept retreating, soon bumping into the original pile of corpses. There was no way out.,And although his body now was thin and small, it was clearly the physique of a boy at least three or four years old!。