Lin Yu held the case file in his hand, closed his eyes and pondered.,On the eighth day, villagers discovered a farmer dead beside a dry well. Her tongue had protruded from her mouth, splitting at the tip into two smaller tongues. The tips of these smaller tongues then split again, and so on, creating countless tiny tongues that resembled a fleshy blanket covering her body. It was a terrifying and sickening sight. The coroner's examination revealed that the farmer's tongue had forked into over a thousand small tongues.,At that very moment, Lin Yu saw the light. He finally knew where the key lay.。