The stabbing pain in his brain that he had felt before did not come this time, nor did his body suddenly resist.
Qin Manjiang froze. Rather than deny it, he asked, "What is it?"
But Zhou Fan pinched the bridge of his nose again and waved a hand. "Sorry, I've been so busy these past few days that my head's spinning. Mistook you for someone else."
"Who's Jiang Du?" Qin Manjiang asked with apparent curiosity when Zhou Fan suddenly fell silent.
"A man of letters. He's been missing for twenty years. Probably died long ago." Zhou Fan studied Qin Manjiang a few more times, then nodded with particular certainty. "Right... you're not him. You're so young, and so normal."
"All right, you two wait here a while. The preliminary autopsy won't take long. We've got the best forensic doctor on it again this time, so the results should be out soon."
After glancing around, Zhou Fan took out a cigarette. He was just about to light it when the Dissection Room’s door opened.
A young, masked face poked out. Upon seeing Qin Manjiang and Bai Hongdan, he actually said, "Family members, right? Come on in, both of you."
"Hey! You can't do that!" Zhou Fan abandoned his cigarette and hurried to stop him.
This new forensic doctor was excellent in every respect, except that he was a little too headstrong.
"Why not? I'm in charge here." Without looking back, the young man opened the Dissection Room’s door wider.
Bai Hongdan walked straight in, with Qin Manjiang right behind her. Unable to stop them, Zhou Fan entered the Dissection Room too.
This was Qin Manjiang's first visit to such a place, but aside from the smell of certain chemicals, he detected none of the nauseating odors he had heard about.
And