Lu Wang reached out and gently pressed several spots on the young boy's arm joints.
Then, with a somber expression, he nodded towards Feng Fuce.
"Sir, he fell to his death."
The forensic doctor sighed: "Yes, his ankle was broken from the fall, his body is in a terrible state, how pitiful!"
Feng Fuce gazed at the boy's body.
He suddenly reached out: "Give me a handkerchief."
The forensic doctor quickly handed his own handkerchief to Feng Fuce.
The young man used the handkerchief to press on the boy's shoulder, gently leveraging to lift the boy's body halfway up.
Feng Fuce freed one hand and picked up a long iron tool, slowly parting the boy's hair at the nape of his neck.
The crowd suddenly gasped.
Feng Fuce narrowed his long eyes, which were as dark as ink.
The forensic doctor, accustomed to corpses, was also startled.
"This... this isn't a human fingerprint, is it?!"
It turned out that on the back of the boy's neck was a three-clawed green-purple bruise.
