Qin Huan locked the door to the Special Ninth Bureau's morgue.
Inside, only the three of them and one ghost remained.
As Qin Huan walked toward the nearby cabinet, he asked:
"Forensic Doctor Zhang, Forensic Doctor Lin, do you need to change clothes?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Rui glanced at Zhang Feng, pursed her lips slightly, and then said:
"Get one, Zhang Feng doesn't need it; after all, this is not his expertise."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Feng's expression was sowhat helpless.
A forensic pathologist, indeed, was not his primary job.
And his expertise indeed wasn't forensic.
There's nothing one can do about it, considering he beca a forensic pathologist when he traveled through ti.
However, as long as he can fulfill the role of a forensic doctor in so aspects, it doesn't really matter.
As for why Lin Rui's expression was so peculiar.
There was a reason for that too.
Although they hadn't entered the morgue for a long ti,
this ti, upon entering, especially after hearing Qin Huan ask if they needed to change clothes, she inexplicably recalled the day she first t Zhang Feng.
Right inside the forensic room of the B City Branch.
Lin Rui was still sulking internally, thinking about how a young person who just started working could directly perform forensic work, while she initially had to undergo a long period of experience and training.
At the ti, she even suspected that Zhang Feng was the offspring of so notable figure being placed there to gain so experience.
Back then, she had a bit of a provocative attitude towards Zhang Feng.
But who knew, while she secretly observed Zhang Feng's autopsy from the surveillance room, she saw sothing she would never forget for the rest of her life.
That scene completely changed Lin Rui's future.
Thinking about it, Lin Rui felt sowhat emotional.
Looking at Zhang Feng, there was a bit of tenderness in her eyes.
Ti passed quickly as Lin Rui put on her white gown, gloves, and mask, covering her mouth and nose.
The morgue in the Special Ninth Bureau was equipped with all sorts of devices, perfectly sufficient for Lin Rui's work.
Once she got into work mode, Lin Rui was very focused, without any distractions, her attention entirely on the corpse.
Zhang Feng, being a non-professional forensic doctor, stood quietly on the side, observing.
Of course, Zhang Feng didn't forget to turn to Ma Xiaotong and ask:
"Xiaotong, do you feel anything familiar from this body?"
Looking at the hooked-nose corpse in front of her, Ma Xiaotong's expression was unreadable, and her grayish eyes showed no glimr.
But Zhang Feng sensed that Ma Xiaotong was equally serious, like Lin Rui, focusing intently.
The reason Zhang Feng asked Ma Xiaotong this question.
Was entirely due to his speculation.
If the cause of death for this hooked-nose person was the sa as Xu Yizhong from seven years ago, then this body must be tainted by the aura of an Evil Cultivator or a vengeful ghost.
These would be familiar to Ma Xiaotong.
However, after observing for about ten seconds, Ma Xiaotong shook her head and said:
"I'm sorry, brother... I can't feel anything."
"What?" Zhang Feng was slightly startled by Ma Xiaotong's negative response, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
On the other side, Qin Huan, noticing Zhang Feng's expression, approached and quietly asked:
"Zhang Feng, what's going on? What happened?"
Zhang Feng frowned and turned to Qin Huan, saying:
"This person's cause of death is completely different from Xu Yizhong seven years ago."
"What?" Qin Huan was slightly startled by Zhang Feng's conclusion.
Qin Huan was even more shocked than Zhang Feng.
Because she received the information earlier and more comprehensively than Zhang Feng did.
The situation at the scene, this person's death manner, were almost identical to the Xu Yizhong case seven years ago.
Thus, they initially associated it with a supernaturally caused death.
But if their acknowledged supernatural expert, Zhang Xianshen, denies this reasoning....
"Could he have been killed by one of our own?" Qin Huan's eyes flickered continuously as she expressed this dreadful thought.
It was indeed a terrifying thought.
If he was killed by their own, it would imply there's either a spy or a traitor among them, and that such a significant occurrence could an their internal organization has severe issues.
The reason Qin Huan would think that way.
Reverts to what was ntioned before; the situation was similar to Xu Yizhong's.
This victim was under the covert protection of personnel specifically dispatched by the special departnt on their side.
The victim's room was thoroughly checked for security.
Yet the victim was killed upon returning to a supposedly impregnable, secure room.
If the issue genuinely arose internally, it would be unimaginable.
At this mont, Lin Rui, who was examining the body, spoke:
"The body shows no obvious external injuries, no contusions, the neck has no abnormalities, indicating that before death, the victim didn't suffer forceful or blunt trauma; the cause of death wasn't external."
"Based on further examination, it seems this person wasn't even poisoned; if I were to conclude now......."
"He died naturally."
As she spoke, Lin Rui slowly raised her head with a peculiar expression, looking at Zhang Feng and others.
Upon hearing this, Qin Huan's expression gradually beca odd:
"Honestly... Forensic Doctor Lin's autopsy conclusion aligns with the initial findings from our Special Ninth Bureau, except for determining toxicity."
"If that's really the case... were we deceived?"
"Deceived?"
Hearing Qin Huan's words, Zhang Feng turned to her with a peculiar look:
"What do you an?"
"It's just...." Qin Huan's eyes slightly twitched as she spoke to Zhang Feng:
"This body's place of origin doesn't have a particularly warm relationship with us, with occasional small frictions."
"Could it be they sent an old man about to die here, who just happened to die on our land, trying to find trouble?"
"Finding trouble?" Zhang Feng's eye twitched, instinctively questioning: "Your world's relationships are this complicated?"
"Our world?" Qin Huan asked with confusion, and Zhang Feng instantly realized he almost exposed his identity as a ti traveler, quickly shaking his head saying: "Never mind, I must be uninford."
But internally, he added: "In our place, finding trouble? Having frictions? What a joke, we just overpower them in fights, their cultivators are no match for us."
Of course, such words couldn't be said out loud.
At this point, pointing at the hooked-nose corpse, he remarked: "But, look at him, he looks no older than forty or fifty, how could he seem like about to die during his life?"
Looking at the corpse, Qin Huan reluctantly pursed her lips; she had to admit Zhang Feng was right, at the pri of his life, how did he suddenly die naturally?
"So what's the reason?" Qin Huan finally asked, leading Zhang Feng to benevolently respond:
"The reason... why don't I just wake him up and ask?"
Wake him up and ask?
The aning of this sentence didn't imdiately dawn on Qin Huan, but Lin Rui's pupils shook, exclaiming sharply:
"No way, Zhang Feng!"
"You can resurrect corpses?!"
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