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The below is an extract from a story book i borrowed from San. Itz the most impromtu and speediest loan, ap went toilet in Plaza Sing, then i say i go in San wait for her, so I went in, saw this book, went loan, and before AP come out, i already got the book in my bag.

Anyway, itz got a very page one for the story. Here goes:

The Chemistry of Death [Simon Beckett]

A human body starts to decompose four minutes after death. Once the encapsulation of life, it now under goes its final metamorphoses. It begins to digest itself. Cells disolve from inside out. Tissue turns to liquid, then to gas. No longer animate, the body becomes an immovable feast for other organism. Bacteria first, then insects. Flies. Eggs are laid, then hatch. The larvae feed on the nutrient-rich broth, and then migrate. They leave the body in orderly fashion, following each other in a neat procession that always head south. South-east or south-west sometimes, but never north. No-one knows why.

By now the body's muscle protien has broken down, producing a potent chemical brew. Lethal to vegetation, it kills the grass as the larvae crawl through it, forming an umbilical of death that extends back the way they came. In the right conditions-dry and hot, say, without rain-it can extent for yards, a wavering brown conga-line of fat yellow grubs. It's a curious sight, and for the curious what could be more natural than to follow this phenomenon back to its source? Which was how the Yates boys found what was left of Sally Palmer.

Disclaimer: booboo dun know alot of the chim engrish inside also. But got the general idea la, and i like the way he started this book. And just like how miraclous life is as it begins, it is also as unexplainable when it ends.