Old Li sat down on the chair and said, "Old Zhao, you let your apprentice drag a female comrade to the morgue to talk?"
Mr. Zhao: Oh, is that me? Did I say that? I don’t think so.
"It's so intuitive to see the bodies directly in the morgue," Zheng Yan said confidently.
Old Li held his forehead.
Mr. Zhao coughed twice and said, "Xiaoyan, it's normal for female comrades to be timid."
Zheng Yan pursed his lips and didn't argue with his master. In fact, he thought that Comrade Song was the smartest person in the bureau.
How could the smartest people be afraid of corpses.
A corpse can't even move, so what's there to be afraid of?
Therefore, Zheng Yan firmly believed that Song Qingyun was not afraid! It was just Old Li who delayed his work.
Song Qingyun: Thank you for your trust, but there's really no need...
"Comrade Song's point is, first look at the photos. If you don't have any ideas, then look at the body."
"Okay." Mr. Zhao responded, found a few photos, and handed them to Old Li. "Please make the trip."
"No trouble." Lao Li took it.
Photos are very precious these days, and Mr. Zhao is very frugal when taking photos.
"Was this brought back from the miasma forest outside Wolf Howling Valley?"
"Um."
"The face was too badly rotten to be seen. We cleaned up the rotten flesh. We had heard about Comrade Song's abilities, so we thought, what if?" said Mr. Zhao.
Old Li nodded and said, "I'll give it to Comrade Song right away. Don't get your hopes up."
"Yeah." Mr. Zhao responded and saw Mr. Li out.
Only the master and the apprentice were left in the office.
Old Zhao looked lovingly at his apprentice, who was as ignorant as he was, and said, "Well, there is still something to teach you."
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