What happens when someone falls from a great height varies from person to person.
Some have leapt from the tenth or eleventh floor and escaped unscathed, while others have fallen from the third floor only to have their brains splattered.
Needless to say, today's case involved the latter scenario.
Mu Zhiyang felt no sympathy, only revulsion, as he yelled, "It splashed on my face!"
"I'll help you wipe it off, stay alert," Jiang Yuan said as he pulled out a wet wipe, adding, "I'll clean the right side of your goggles first."
With a grunt of acknowledgment, Mu Zhiyang slightly lowered his gun-arm to ease the tension.
"Now for the left side," Jiang Yuan said as he tossed the used wipe away. At this point, they needn't worry about the crime scene itself, for they were the scene itself.
With both goggles somewhat cleaner, Mu Zhiyang's mood improved a bit. Jiang Yuan then handed him another wipe to clean his own face, after which he changed his mask.