The stabbing pain in his brain that he had felt before did not come this time, nor did his body's sudden resistance.
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, these past few days have kept me so busy I can barely think straight. I've mistaken you for someone else."
"Who's Jiang Du?" Seeing Zhou Fan suddenly fall silent, Qin Manjiang asked with an air of curiosity.
"An intellectual. He's been missing for twenty years. Probably died long ago." Zhou Fan took a few more careful looks at Qin Manjiang, then nodded with particular certainty this time. "Right... you're not him. You're so young, and so normal."
"All right, you two wait here for a bit. The preliminary autopsy won't take long. We've got the best forensic doctor on it again, so we'll have the results soon."
After glancing around, Zhou Fan took out a cigarette. He was just about to light it when the door to the Dissection Room opened.
A young face wearing a mask poked out. On seeing Qin Manjiang and Bai Hongdan, he actually said, "Family, right? Come on in, both of you."
"Hey! You can't do that!" Zhou Fan abandoned his cigarette and hurried to stop him.
This newly arrived forensic doctor was good in every way, except that he was a little too willful.
"Why not? I make the rules here." Without turning around, the young man pushed the Dissection Room door a little wider.
Bai Hongdan went straight inside, with Qin Manjiang close behind. Seeing that he could not stop them, Zhou Fan entered the Dissection Room too.
It was Qin Manjiang's first time in a place like this, but apart from the smell