"I'll pick up Ruo Kui and Sui He in the evening," said Song Qingyun.

Xia Ruokui went to the radio station on Monday. The working hours at the radio station were later than those at the steel plant.

Xia Weian sent Xia Ruokui and Xia Suihe to Sui's house in the morning.

Sui Chengxiao went to see Xia Ruokui off again.

Brother Sui volunteered and did not allow Xia Weian to refuse, so Xia Weian agreed.

At noon, Sui Chengxiao and Shen Wan went to pick up Xia Ruokui together.

I will study with Shen Wan in the afternoon.

The original plan was for Xia Weian to pick him up in the evening, but Sui Chengxiao sent him back as he had nothing to do.

The couple both felt that they couldn’t treat Brother Sui like this, after all, he was old.

Sui Chengxiao: Who are you saying is old?

"Okay, be careful." Xia Weian reminded.

"Don't worry, I'll just wear this outfit, no gangster would dare to come forward." Song Qingyun asked with a smile.

Xia Weian nodded, "That's right, my wife is very powerful now."

The couple smiled at each other.

Lei Jun finished smoking and turned around, just in time to see this scene.

Let’s just say that they are all good-looking, but how can they be so close with each other even though they have seven children?

Shouldn't it be the kind where a kiss between a middle-aged couple can cause nightmares for several nights...

Lei Jun was choked by his own cigarette and couldn't help coughing twice.

"Go quickly." Song Qingyun said hurriedly.

"good."

"I'll bring you food."

"Um."

Xia Weian strode up to Lei Jun and said, "I'm sorry, Team Leader Lei, I took up your time."

Lei Jun: It’s not a matter of time…

"It's okay, it's okay, let's go."

The two got in the car and left.

Song Qingyun watched the car drive away before returning to the archives room to continue working.

At the door of the archive room stood a young man wearing a white coat and glasses, with thick dark circles under his eyes.

"Hello."

"Hello, Comrade Song. I am Zheng Yan, the apprentice of forensic pathologist Mr. Zhao." Zheng Yan introduced himself as soon as he came up.

"Hello, Comrade Zheng."

"Just call me Xiao Zheng. I'm here to ask for your help." Zheng Yan smiled foolishly, and it was obvious that he couldn't show off his attitude.

"You tell me." Song Qingyun didn't know how he could help their forensic doctors. The gap was really too big.

"Um, would you mind going to the morgue with me to talk?" Zheng Yan asked with a burning gaze.

Song Qingyun: Is it really okay to chat in the morgue?

There's no such good way to preserve corpses in this day and age, and there's certainly no cold storage. Although it's winter now and the temperature is low, it's easier to preserve them, but...

Song Qingyun still said that she seemed unable to do it.

Lao Li just happened to come over, and it was Shen Weidong who asked him to come over.

Shen Weidong was too busy. The forensic doctor came to him and wanted to ask Song Qingyun for help, but Shen Weidong asked them to discuss it themselves.

Shen Weidong thought about the personalities of their only two forensic doctors and hurriedly asked Lao Li to come over to take a look.

Song Qingyun is a female comrade, don't drag her in front of a pile of corpses.

I got scared again.

Old Li was thinking as he walked, although Xiao Zheng had the same temper as Old Zhao, it was not that outrageous.

The result, haha.

It's just so outrageous.

I want to go to the morgue to chat with lesbians.

Very good!

No wonder Zheng Yan still can’t find a wife.

That’s it, I’d be surprised if I could find it!

"Xiao Zheng, Comrade Song is a female comrade. You can't say anything in the office." Old Li said hurriedly.

Zheng Yan looked at Old Li in confusion, "Uncle Li, the main thing is that I can't explain it clearly without seeing the body."

Song Qingyun: Ahem.

Lao Li: I cough, cough, cough.

"Comrade Song, if you are afraid, you can refuse." Old Li said to Song Qingyun.

Zheng Yan's eyes widened. "Uncle Li, you're here to cause trouble."

Lao Li: This axis.

Song Qingyun hurriedly said, "That's fine. It won't be bloody, right?"

To be honest, she was still a little scared.

After all, even though he had died once, he would still panic when he saw a corpse.

"It's not bloody, Comrade Song. He's been dead for a long time. The blood has long been drained."

Song Qingyun: ...

Old Li: ...

"Then let's go." Zheng Yan said in a good mood when he saw Song Qingyun was so cooperative.

"Do you want me to paint your portrait?" Song Qingyun asked.

"Yes! Comrade Song is indeed the smartest person in our bureau." Zheng Yan said.

Lao Li: Hanzi praises people for being so different.

"Comrade Zheng, how about this? You can show me the photos. If I have no idea, we can go and see the body." Song Qingyun said tactfully.

"The photo isn't three-dimensional enough." Zheng Yan frowned. Why did he feel that Comrade Song didn't want to go to the morgue?

There are morgues and such, they are full of dead people, which is much safer than being with living people.

"Comrade Song, don't you want to go to the morgue?" Zheng Yan has the same principles as his master Lao Zhao in interpersonal communication.

If you don’t understand, ask, never guess.

Song Qingyun smiled and said, "Yeah."

"That's okay, we can carry the body to you." Zheng Yan said solemnly.

It's like a big deal. Just tell me where you want to see it. Even if it's the director's office, we can go there and try making a fuss.

Song Qingyun: ...

Old Li put his arm around Zheng Yan and said, "Come on, I'll tell you on the way."

Song Qingyun: Thanks to Lao Li for the assist.

Zheng Yan still looked aggrieved until he returned to the forensic office. When he saw his master, Mr. Zhao, he immediately complained.

"Master, I was about to bring the person here, but Uncle Li pulled me back."

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!