"He died an ugly death." Xianchan Chenchen squatted down and said this.
The afternoon sunlight streamed into the front hall, spreading like a golden banner across Bai Yu's corpse. His body was wrapped in a body bag, with only his head exposed, but that was frightening enough: half his face was normal flesh and blood, while the other half had decayed into pale bones. The terrifying contrast between life and death assaulted the eyes of everyone present.
Even after the Statistics Department agents got over their initial morbid curiosity, the fear that welled up inside them made them avert their gazes, as if they were afraid Bai Yu would suddenly leap up and kiss them.
Only Xianchan Chenchen pulled open the body bag and took another look at Bai Yu's body, which had almost melted into water. As he stared, he clicked his tongue and said, "When I ran into him a few days ago, I could tell he had a lot on his mind. I thought he might have run into some trouble. But look at him now—he's gone, isn't he? That's why you should always look on the bright side. Maybe it'll come true."
Someone beside him suddenly commented, "That joke wasn't funny. Besides, everyone thinks it's especially rude of you to joke about the dead."
"You, the one holding the cat, what do you know about jokes?!" Xianchan Chenchen cursed. "Do you know that the most important things in a joke are wit and timing? If you're so capable, tell one and liven up the atmosphere!"
The Statistics Department woman standing behind Xianchan Chenchen while holding the cat said, "Inspector, you moved too much just now. I think you touched some corpse fluid."
"Wipe it? Wipe, wipe, wipe!?" Xianchan Chenchen leaped backward like a startled cat and