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's breathing quickened, he looked at his own palm in disbelief, his gaze following upward...,Suddenly, the wolf's movements stopped, and Jing Yang was so scared that he didn't dare to move.。