Xun Tianhai led the group inside, speaking softly to Jiangli, "This floor is the case handling floor of the H City Unusual Affairs Management Office. It’s different from the other floors; you can’t get in without a special key. Hongyao, Meng Hongyao, is part of our Unusual Affairs Management Office as well, specifically in charge of restoring, processing, and beautifying corpses."
Jiangli was quite surprised, "Beautifying corpses?"
"Yes..." Xun Tianhai covered his mouth and coughed, then explained, "The corpses that are brought to our Unusual Affairs Management Office are mostly not pleasant to look at, some even unrecognizable as human. The condition they are in is not something ordinary people can handle, and it would be obvious at a glance that the bodies are not normal. To prevent outsiders from finding out and causing public panic, we have specialized personnel to beautify the corpses. They manage to make the bodies somewhat resemble human form, firstly to stop any rumors, and secondly to provide some consolation to the victims’ parents."
Upon hearing this, Jiangli couldn’t help but look up to the Unusual Affairs Management Office.
Originally, she had thought the Unusual Affairs Management Office was somewhat useless, but now she saw that wasn’t entirely the case.
"Are you Liao Qianqian’s parents?" Meng Hongyao asked, picking up a stack of documents.
Liao Qianqian’s parents were standing in front of the autopsy table.
In front of the autopsy table, a white cloth was spread out.
The white cloth was slightly bulging.
One could tell that there must be something underneath.
"I, I am her father, Liao Guoqiang..." Liao’s father glanced at it, struggling to avert his eyes, and wiped the tears from the corner of his eye as he choked up.
Liao’s mother was already crying inconsolably, barely squeezing out a sentence, "I, I am her mother... Officer, can you tell me if this is my daughter?"
"According to the genetic comparison with the samples you left in the gene bank, she is indeed your daughter, Liao Qianqian." Meng Hongyao said in a matter-of-fact tone, handing out two photographs, "These are the facial reconstructions based on her skeletal remains, along with the genetic comparison results, you can have a look."
Liao’s father and mother’s hands trembled as they took them.
What entered their sight was their daughter’s face.
This was their daughter.
Even if they saw only a single strand of hair, they would recognize her.
"Qianqian, my Qianqian..."
Liao’s mother cried out loudly, threw herself onto the autopsy table, and suddenly lifted the white cloth.
When she saw the skeletal remains under the cloth, her eyes rolled back, she gasped for air and fainted on the spot.
Jiangli’s eyes moved slightly, just as she was about to go over.
Meng Hongyao had already walked over quickly, her speed fast, and she immediately supported Liao’s mother.
At the same time, she took out a silver needle and swiftly inserted it into Liao’s mother’s philtrum.
Jiangli’s brow twitched slightly, and she quietly asked Xun Tianhai beside her, "Is she a Taoist Doctor?"
"Oh, right, I forgot to tell the Abbot, Hongyao is indeed one of the few Taoist Doctors at our Unusual Affairs Management Office," Xun Tianhai nodded, "It’s difficult to practice as a Taoist Doctor, so there are even fewer in the world today. Our H City Unusual Affairs Management Office only has Hongyao as a Taoist Doctor. She has a better understanding of pharmacology, knows how to preserve bodies, so she is the only one capable of handling these matters."
Upon hearing this, Jiangli couldn’t help but pay more attention to Meng Hongyao.
Meng Hongyao was swift and efficient. In no time, Liao’s mother woke up from her unconsciousness, albeit in a daze.
"Qinglan, are you alright?" Liao’s father had been by Liao’s mother’s side the whole time, and upon seeing her wake up, he started to cry, "Qianqian is gone, and if something else happened to you, what would I do next?"
Upon hearing this, Liao’s mother and father clung to each other, weeping bitterly.
Meng Hongyao got up, put away the silver needle, and spoke in a somewhat cold tone, "It’s best not to faint here, we are not responsible for treating illnesses."