We stayed in the fried chicken shop for an hour, then went to the hospital and the police station.
A lot of people from the Health Bureau showed up—not only the food and drug inspectors who had arrived first, but also medical workers assigned by the health department. They advised us to go to the hospital for a thorough examination, in case the questionable ingredients carried some unusual bacteria. The police arrived soon afterward, dressed in plainclothes. They asked us what had happened, then took us all to the station to collect samples. I had gone into the kitchen and touched things inside, after all, so my footprints and fingerprints were all over the place.
The police kept a low profile. The Health Bureau staff mostly dealt with the onlookers and reporters outside. Inside the shop, the health inspection had turned into a crime scene investigation.
I hadn't seen the whole body in the freezer. Exhausted, I cooperated with the police, then went to the hospital for a physical examination. Only after that was I finally free to leave.
Of course, my body was free to leave. My heart still felt heavy.
Once we were alone, the skinny guy asked bluntly, "Brother Qi, was that the delivery food?"
He grimaced and pretended he was about to throw up.
"Probably." I took out my phone.
Since it was related to an incident Greenleaf had handled, I still needed to let Gu Mo and Nangong Yao know.
I was about to place a call when I noticed that, in addition to three outgoing calls, there was a missed call in my call log.
The number was unfamiliar, and the call had come in just over ten minutes ago.
Puzzled, I asked the two of them, "Did either of you hear my phone