Jingyang lowered his head again and saw, under the pile of corpses, another female corpse. She was dressed in an ordinary gray coat, her eyes half-open as if she hadn't died peacefully. He wasn't a forensic doctor, so he couldn't tell how long the woman and the other men in suits had been dead. But he could see that in the stiff hand of the deceased woman, she was tightly clutching a scattered, empty swaddling cloth…,It seems that the strategy of defending and counterattacking just now was indeed correct... The struggling strength of the enemy wolf under its sharp claws was getting weaker and weaker. Jing Yang secretly let out a breath, fortunately at least he controlled one wild wolf for himself. Otherwise, with his own little arms and legs after crossing over, forget about defending and counterattacking, it would be purely giving the forensic doctor a headache - the body wouldn't even be complete!,The wolf, controlled by Jingyang, paced to Jingyang's side and, with the perspective of an observer, looked at its own pale new appearance. The newly learned little guy was shorter than this adult wolf. Then he looked at the swaddled baby in the woman's arms who had been dead for a long time... Who was the original baby in the swaddle, and where did it go。