Chapter 363: First Meeting, I Am Feng Mu

Bai Ye's fingers trembled as they moved across Chen Yang's charred corpse, the icy touch seeping through his gloves into his skin, as if the dead man's resentment were crawling up his fingertips and coiling around his heart.

He forced himself to focus, carefully examining every wound, but his mind kept replaying the scene from a few days ago when Chen Yang sought his help.

That ambitious face, those Xin Ji promises...

Now, all of it had turned into char identical to that report, like some silent mockery, laughing at his foolishness and arrogance.

"Lung punctured, doused in oil and burned..."

Bai Ye murmured softly, his voice carrying a panic he could not hide.

"Why did I choose to help Chen Yang in the first place, damn it, that doesn't matter anymore, what matters is that everything developed differently from what Chen Yang told me?"

Bai Ye didn't know where the Jiao Zi lay; he wanted to find Chen Yang and ask for clarity, but Chen Yang now lay on his Chu, still waiting for him to speak for the dead and win back justice.

Forensic Doctor, a profession that speaks for the dead?!!

"Damn it, damn it, Chen Yang you deserve death, you really deserve death, but how come you really died?"

Bai Ye's heart was in chaos, the hand holding the pen wouldn't stop shaking, sweat slid down his temples and dripped onto the clean paper, blurring into fuzzy water stains.

"Forensic Doctor Bai, when will the report be ready?"

Dong Ping pushed the door open, wrinkling his nose and covering it while urging,

"The body still needs to be pulled to the Incineration Plant later, don't delay the process."

Bai Ye barely came back to his senses, Yang Tou at Dong Ping, squeezing out a stiff smile he himself found ugly:

"Soon, soon... give me a little more time."

Dong Ping nodded, making to leave.

However, the instant he turned around, Bai Ye seemed suddenly driven by some force as he fiercely grabbed his sleeve.

His fingers exerted terrifying strength, nearly making Dong Ping stumble.

"Constable Dong, please wait, can you tell me what exactly is going on, how did Chen Yang die, and what kind of character is that person called Feng Mu?"

Bai Ye asked rapidly, his voice thick with urgency and unease.

Dong Ping turned back, his face wearing a Fu Za expression.

He stared at Bai Ye for a few seconds, his eyes seeming to hold some pity, yet also mixed with a trace of mockery.

He let out a laugh, shook his head: "You don't know? Feng Mu is Captain Feng's son? Then you still dared help Chen Yang, oh right, I thought wrong before, Chen Yang is a fool too."

Bai Ye's face instantly froze, blood draining from his face. His throat choked, he stammered:

"Feng... Captain Feng? So it was Captain Feng who helped Feng Mu overturn the case and clear his name?"

Dong Ping patted Bai Ye's shoulder meaningfully, as if already seeing him and Chen Yang lying side by side, the corner of his mouth hooking into a malicious curve, not explaining much, only saying faintly:

"No, it was Li Shang, Captain Li, who exposed Chen Yang's tricks."

Bai Ye's face instantly turned pale green, his mind full of question marks; he lowered his head to meet Chen Yang's eyes burned into black holes, his body violently shuddering with a chill.

Forensic Doctor, speak for the dead? Qu Ni Ma Ba~

Bai Ye, sweating profusely, took out his pen and wrote furiously on the autopsy report, soon producing over a thousand words, well-reasoned, evidence matching, logic closed-loop, a fresh report ruling Chen Yang's self-immolation out of fear of crime.

Dong Ping looked at the report in his hand, his face twitching; with his experience as a veteran Constable, he couldn't find any loopholes on this autopsy report.

Verifying a homicide as suicide, verifying a suicide as homicide, Forensic Doctor Bai Ye, terrifying indeed!

Dong Ping admired inwardly, he gave Bai Ye a thumbs up: "This report is very good, not bad at all."

Bai Ye wiped the sweat from his forehead, forced out a Kuqi smile, said modestly: "Not at all, just my professional duty..."

He paused, swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, finally raised his head, his eyes holding a bit of expectation, a bit of bitterness, a bit of complete despair:

"So, Constable Dong... do you think I still have a chance to salvage this?"

At five in the morning, Bai Ye dragged his exhausted body out of the Patrol Bureau, the morning chill like an invisible hand gently patting his face.

His mind remained muddled, Chen Yang's charred face lingering in his mind, pressing on him like a bone-attached maggot so he could barely breathe.

He mechanically got into the car, started the engine, the car drove out of the Parking Lot, slowly merging into the empty Street.

The City at this hour seemed still asleep, the Street empty of people, Upper City Butt only a few scattered lamps glowing faintly, making Lower City's Night Sky appear even darker.

Bai Ye's gaze was scattered, his grip on the Steering Wheel alternating between light and heavy, his mind constantly replaying Chen Yang's death state and that forged autopsy report.

Every word on the report was like a carving knife, grinding away at his nerves bit by bit.

The name Feng Mu, a stranger, hung over his head like a knife, ready to fall at any moment.

He could even imagine that he was only one step away from lying on his beloved Autopsy Table.

The car entered the Underground Garage, light dim, surroundings so quiet a needle dropping could be heard.

The car lights' beams swept across the walls, casting Broken shadows, like torn black cloth, swaying and distorting on the wall surface with the car's movement.

Bai Ye parked, pushed open the car door, dragged heavy steps toward the Apartment Building.

Just as he reached out to grasp the unit door handle, his peripheral vision suddenly captured an anomaly.

In the dim light, an extra shadow appeared at his feet.

That shadow was not his.

Bai Ye's movement abruptly stopped, his whole body stiff as a Stone, his fingers still clutching the unit door handle, frozen in mid-air, even the breath in his throat congealed.

"Don't move."

A low voice sounded by his ear, cold as if just fished from an ice cellar; before the words fell, an icy gun muzzle pressed against his lower back.

Bai Ye's pupils constricted sharply, the heartbeat in his chest instantly losing control.

His whole being felt like falling into an ice cave, cold sweat soaking his shirt almost in an instant.

The gun muzzle's icy touch pierced his skin, the sensation eerily like the dagger that pierced Chen Yang's lung on the autopsy report.

"Come with me obediently, the Minister wants to see you."

The voice sounded again, like a death sentence before execution, cold and brooking no refusal.

Bai Ye swallowed, his throat dry as if burned by fire. He slowly released the unit door handle, raised both hands, movements stiff and slow.

Bai Ye did not resist; he knew resistance would only make him die faster. He was just a Forensic Doctor who could only kill on Paper, and in Reality, he could not use a single bit of martial arts.

He was held at gunpoint to a black Car, the Car door was Pulled open, and he bent over and sat inside.

Inside Che Nei, Feng Mu sat in the back seat, his Expression calm, his gaze Warm, as if he were merely waiting for an old friend.

"Forensic Doctor Bai, you've worked hard. Nice to meet you, I am Feng Mu. I came to visit without notice, so I hope you won't take offense."

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Chapter End