C1724 Plum Bamboo and Horse His Smell Is Better than the Stench of Death

After finishing her work, it was already 12 o'clock at night when Jocelyn Jones returned home.

She opened the door and saw that the lights were not on. Hang Jin was not home, so he might have gone out to play around.

Jocelyn Jones turned on the light and dragged her tired body straight to the bathroom.

Having spent the day in the autopsy room with the rotting, stinking body