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... time.
He clasped his hands behind his back and walked around the autopsy table.
Suddenly, he stopped and mused, "The clothing is pretty intact."
"How high was the bridge at the time?"
Zhang Yean opened her notebook and answered, "According to our measurements, it’s nearly 9 meters high."
"9 meters? That high?"
Li Jian’s brow furrowed, "Was there water under the bridge?"
"No."
"No water? 9 meters high... that’s a bit unusual."
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