The wild forest is vast, undeveloped, with nowhere to set foot, and it's easy to get lost. Yan Song's agile figure darts through the dense forest like a cheetah, leaving the two policemen trailing behind without even seeing his shadow clearly.
Deep in the dense forest, there is a thatched cabin, surrounded by overgrown weeds, easily concealing the cabin.
Inside the cabin, there is only a broken window and a broken table. In the corner, there's a stove covered in dust, perhaps someone lived here long ago.
The bed is covered with straw, and on that straw lies a woman, her clothes in disarray. The palm print on her fair face hasn't faded, making it particularly shocking to see. Her bare, long legs are exposed in the air, covered in purple pinches and bruises, clearly showing signs of inhuman ravage and abuse.
Her legs, face, and arms bear traces of being scratched by sharp grass leaves and branches, with trickling blood that is alarming.
