The two male officers hadn't even moved when Brian arrived; they simply found these things, and their gaze towards him held something more.
It was the kind of respect given subconsciously to someone they deemed superior.
No helping it...
They really couldn't make sense of these things.
When selecting officers for such remote areas, the only criterion was brawn over brains. Smart ones weren't favored, so you couldn't expect too much wisdom from officers who were chosen solely for their brawn and impulsiveness.
There was something Brian didn't say.
Quicklime not only disinfected, it also preserved corpses.
Preserving corpses wasn't about raising the undead from old ghost stories, but about disposing of 'problematic bodies.'
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