"Splash!"
A bone-chilling cold swept over him as Duanmu Huai moved forward, looking at a corpse being slid out of the frozen morgue drawers. The body was a man in his forties, his eyes wide open, a look of extreme panic on his face. But that wasn't the point: the point was...the wound on his chest.
In the center of the man's bare chest were four marks that looked as though they had been brutally torn by a savage beast. Just by looking, one could guess that this was the work of a monstrous animal, something like a giant bear, its sharp claws ripping off the victim's flesh and bones, leaving horrendous wounds behind.
Duanmu Huai stretched out his hand for comparison—it was slightly smaller than his palm.
"Did you find any trace evidence? Like hair?"
"Animal hairs were found in the wounds, but we couldn't identify the specific type of animal."
While talking, the fat coroner pulled open another drawer.
"What about this one?"
"He was also attacked by that beast."