“Mr. Fuentes, all that's missing is the skull. So far we confirm that the victims were two girls, which basically matches the amount of blood at the scene."
My brother covered his mouth and nose, suppressing the physiological retching before asking, "Can the restoration work begin?"
The restorer couldn't bear to look directly at the corpse and sighed, "It's all mixed up, so it’s hard to distinguish. So, it’s extremely difficult to work with them. The probability is that the identity of the deceased will most likely depend on the results of DNA identification. However, we will try our best to piece together the reconstruction. Maybe there will be clues on the body. The only thing that can be confirmed at the moment is that the deceased are two young women, about 25-30 years old."
My brother nodded and fled in a huff, vomiting acid reflux in the restroom. I felt sorry for making him sick because of my dying body