Chapter 364: Offering a Corpse to Ask the Way, Do You Understand Now?

Bai Ye's body was practically pressed against the car door, trying to pull open some distance from Feng Mu, but his legs felt as heavy as if filled with lead, cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

Feng Mu spoke softly, his voice carrying a calm that sent chills down one's spine.

"Mainly because Forensic Doctor Bai's autopsy report was done remarkably well. I've seen autopsy reports in the prison too; frankly speaking, the quality of those reports is worlds apart from the one you issued."

Feng Mu continued, his tone still gentle, as if discussing a trivial matter of no importance.

Bai Ye's heart rate suddenly accelerated, his fingers trembling slightly, his throat feeling as if blocked by something, unable to speak.

"Feng... Feng Mu... I..." Bai Ye opened his mouth with difficulty, his voice carrying a desperate tremor.

"I know you're afraid, Doctor Bai."

Feng Mu cut off his words, his tone carrying a barely perceptible humor:

"You're afraid you won't have time to write yourself an autopsy report, right?"

Bai Ye didn't speak; his neck was stiff as if rusted.

Feng Mu slowly turned his head, his gaze landing on Bai Ye's face:

"Don't be afraid. Look, I don't look like a bad man who kills whole families at the slightest disagreement, do I?

Besides, speaking reasonably, in the story between us two, you're the bad guy, while I'm merely a good person willing to give you a chance at redemption, hehe—"

This was the first time Bai Ye had seen Feng Mu in person, seeing his face straight on. That face was clearly calm and gentle, the smile friendly, yet Bai Ye only felt a creepy chill run through his bones.

He stared at the face inches away, the more he looked, the more he felt something was off.

Bai Ye's breathing became rapid, his fingers trembling slightly. A forensic doctor's eyes are thermometers measuring corpse temperature, yet meeting Feng Mu's pupils at this moment, he saw a pool of ice-cold dead water, at the bottom of which there wasn't a trace of human warmth.

This reminded Bai Ye of the corpses on the autopsy table, those cold, lifeless objects that had long lost their vitality.

A absurd delusion suddenly rose in Bai Ye's heart — the person before him was clearly not a living person, but a corpse disguised as a living person!!!

"I don't know if you're a good person, but you're most likely not a living person!" Bai Ye screamed in panic in his heart, cold sweat sliding down his back, soaking his shirt.

Unfortunately, there were only him and Feng Mu in the car. Bai Ye didn't even know to whom he should report his earth-shattering discovery.

"Captain Feng, do you know your son isn't a living person?"

Bai Ye really wanted to take out his phone and give Feng Ju a call, but he didn't have the guts. He could only hide this secret in his saliva and swallow it back into his stomach.

"Autopsy is an art, and your attainment in this area is quite high. There are still many people in this world who haven't died, or are about to die, who need you to speak for them. So, are you willing to accept my kindness?"

Feng Mu looked at Bai Ye, asking with a face full of smiles.

Bai Ye's expression was grave, his tongue root stiff: "Thank you. What do you want me to do?"

Feng Mu was very satisfied with Bai Ye's attitude. He suggested:

"I feel your talent is somewhat wasted staying at the Patrol Bureau. You should come to the Second Ward. Only in the prison can you get the most opportunities to hone your professional skills."

Bai Ye's breathing finally eased by a mouthful. His back was already soaked through, but he couldn't help relaxing a little in his heart:

"If it's just changing work venues, that seems... not unacceptable either. As long as I can stay alive, anything can be discussed."

However, Feng Mu's next words instantly shattered the sliver of hope that had just risen, as if strangled to death by an ice-cold hand.

"Of course, as for how to report to the Second Ward,"

Feng Mu's voice suddenly lowered a few degrees, coaxing gently,

"I believe with Forensic Doctor Bai's ability, this isn't difficult. It only needs a little... tiny frame-up and entrapment, and you'll be able to smoothly report to the Second Ward, right?"

Bai Ye's head went "buzz" with a bang, his throat feeling as if blocked by something, unable to speak.

He suddenly realized he had misunderstood. Feng Mu was giving him a chance to live, but this method wasn't letting him change work venues, but letting him change identities to report to the Second Ward.

Not going to the Second Ward as a forensic doctor, but as a prisoner!!!

Seeing Bai Ye fall silent in contemplation, the smile on Feng Mu's face didn't diminish:

"Forensic Doctor Bai, you seem unwilling. Do you feel what I said is wrong, or do you need some help?"

How would Bai Ye dare ask for Feng Mu's help? Fine cold sweat oozed on his forehead. He opened his mouth, revealing a smile uglier than crying:

"No, no need. You're very right. I can handle it myself."

"Really?"

Feng Mu fixed his gaze dead on Bai Ye, a pair of eyes flickering with an eerie luster. "Does Forensic Doctor Bai truly agree with my reasoning from the bottom of his heart?"

Bai Ye didn't dare meet Feng Mu's eyes at all. He only felt those eyes were incomparably terrifying, like two bottomless black holes wanting to suck his soul in.

He lowered his head, his teeth grinding with a kaka sound, finally squeezing out a sentence of sincerity from the depths of his soul:

"Really... really. I... thank you for giving me a chance to atone. I will seize it."

【Yi Li Ren Ren triggered and took effect!】

【——Bai Ye was deeply convinced by your reasoning. Your Power value permanently increased by 0.01.】

Looking at the prompt box flashing across his retina, Feng Mu only then withdrew his gaze, made a "please" gesture to Bai Ye, and said in an incomparably gentle voice:

"Very well. The Second Ward awaits your arrival at any time. Wish you a good dream during the day."

At 9:30 AM, the Upper City's butt shone with brilliant light.

Artificial "light" bathed down, refracting off the glass of high-rises, piercing so one couldn't open their eyes.

The entire city seemed to have been plated with a layer of gold foil, bright to the point of glare, bright to the point of falsity.

Lou Duan sat in the office, curtains half-drawn. Light squeezed in from the cracks, like a thin long snake, crawling across his desk.

His fingers lightly tapped the wooden desktop, rhythm slow and powerful, a pensive look on his face.

The TV was on, volume turned very low. The morning news anchor's voice was calm to the point of indifference.

The picture flashed. A charred corpse appeared on the screen, charred skin curled up, like paper sheets licked by flames.

The camera lingered for only a second before cutting back to the anchor's face.

At the bottom of the screen, a line of brief subtitles scrolled silently:

——Patrol Bureau Constable Chen Yang accepted bribes, framed and entrapped, committed suicide by self-immolation at home last night. Specific circumstances still under further investigation...

Lou Duan's gaze lingered on the subtitles for a moment; the "sunlight" outside the window remained glaring, shining on his profile, yet it could not reach into his eyes.

Those eyes were deep like an ancient well, calm and undisturbed, yet with undercurrents surging beneath.

"Self-immolation, heh—"

He repeated the word in a low voice, his tone thick with mockery:

"The Patrol Bureau, changing its usual dilly-dallying, this time handled the case closure remarkably fast……"

Lou Duan did not care about Chen Yang's death; to him, if Chen Yang could use his own death to help him see things clearly, then he had died a worthy death.

In a baffling situation, corpses are the truest universal language; the messages and codes the big shots want to convey are all hidden in the corpses, the key lies in whether you can read them.

Read them, and you are the one attending the banquet;

Fail to read them, and you are the next corpse.

This is testing the waters with a corpse; do you understand?

(End of Chapter)