Chapter 536: Mortal Lord enters the mortuary to examine the female corpse

The eighth day of the first lunar month, this is a very exciting day, also a very busy day. Under Lin Dongfan's command, the comrades of the anti-corruption system are not idle.

Peng Tianhua led people to the airport to lie in wait, aiming to arrest Wei Shouqin's illegitimate son—Wei Chao.

Jian Sining escorted He Zhiqiang back to the anti-corruption bureau; also brought back for questioning was the patient's relative Zhao Chi, which made He Zhiqiang very depressed.

For He Zhiqiang, tonight is destined to be a tribulation day.

He Zhiqiang grimly realized this problem: although he subjectively had no intention of helping Xiang Wen Ting escape, he instigated Zhao Chi to obstruct the anti-corruption bureau's law enforcement—an indisputable fact! This damn thing also means that the blame for helping Xiang Wen Ting escape cannot be shaken off.

On the way back to the anti-corruption bureau.

The car was moving.

Old He's heart was bleeding.

He timidly asked Jian Sining: "Section Chief Jian, I made a small mistake today. I want to report my reflections to Director Lin privately. Could you arrange that?"

"Director Lin is very busy!"

As for the little tricks in He Zhiqiang's heart, Jian Sining can now guess them exactly; these dog-traitors have suddenly hugged the Buddha's feet at the critical moment, the purpose of their private chats being nothing other than to corrupt Director Lin and drag him down.

Jian Sining said solemnly: "I advise you to put away those thoughts you shouldn't have; now your only way out is to confess the problem frankly."

"I have always been cooperative."

He Zhiqiang glanced at Jian Sining out of the corner of his eye, his despondent emotion having nowhere to vent, he couldn't help muttering softly: "Damn! Her breasts aren't big, but her temper is not small…"

"What did you say?!"

Jian Sining turned her head and glared.

He Zhiqiang's heart gave a jolt under that deadly glare, and he replied weakly: "You misheard; I didn't say anything."

"Hmph!"

Jian Sining's ability to retort is not great; she never had that talent. But her hearing is fine—she is sure she didn't mishear.

She instinctively puffed out her chest, proving she also has substance.

He Zhiqiang suddenly asked again: "Section Chief Jian, looking at your bare face, you don't usually wear makeup, right? Is your family background quite ordinary? Are your parents still farming in the countryside?"

Jian Sining remained silent.

He Zhiqiang smiled and then spoke meaningfully: "We toil like oxen and horses all our lives—what are we really after? Nothing more than satisfying our own desires. Human relationships are nothing but value exchange. You help me, I help you, mutual benefit, win-win—don't you agree that's the principle?"

The implication is: let me, Old He, go, and I will be deeply grateful!

Jian Sining gave He Zhiqiang a disgusted look, then ordered the prosecutor sitting on his other side: "Xiao Liu, take off your sock and stuff it in his foul mouth!"

"Section Chief Jian, this is not acceptable; if you don't want to hear it, I can keep quiet."

He Zhiqiang closed his eyes, recalling his wealth of several hundred million, feeling a chill in his heart—who says money can make ghosts push a mill? Come out, let Old Master not beat the shit out of him!

By contrast, Lin Dongfan, who was currently chasing Xiang Wen Ting, felt unusually excited.

After Haishan's case was wrapped up, Chen Shaokang had been ordered to investigate Chen Yongnian's cause of death. Knowing it was done by Provincial Committee Secretary Wu Changsheng, he still hadn't obtained the evidence.

Earlier, Lin Dongfan had called Chen Shaokang.

He told Chen Shaokang to put aside his current case and assist in chasing Xiang Wen Ting.

Chen Shaokang urgently mobilized personnel, pulled up the hospital's internal and nearby surveillance, checked it thoroughly, and confirmed Xiang Wen Ting had not left the hospital.

This was exciting good news.

Lin Dongfan and Chen Shaokang kept in touch: "Have you found her exact whereabouts?"

"At 4:27 p. m. today, a man of similar height and build came out of the hospital's changing room and entered the logistics-dedicated elevator."

Chen Shaokang, in the surveillance room, was ordering his subordinates to track this 'man's' movements.

He further reported to Lin Dongfan: "This time matches Xiang Wen Ting's escape time; we preliminarily suspect she may be disguised as a man."

"Get to the point, what is her specific escape route?" Lin Dongfan pressed.

Chen Shaokang stared at the playback screen, reporting earnestly: "After entering the elevator, she went to the basement level B1, entered a blind spot of the surveillance. Knowing there were guards at the hospital entrance, I estimate she is still hiding in B1. The most dangerous place is the safest place; she might hold that mindset."

……

Chen Shaokang, once criticized by Lin Dongfan as 'rotten mud that can't support a wall,' finally proved useful today, making a very correct judgment.

Xiang Wen Ting was indeed still hiding in the basement level B1, not having left.

She had long taken off the male clothes and wig, made herself up as a corpse with a deathly pale face, and lay quietly in the mortuary, waiting for nightfall.

According to her plan:

After dark, the crematorium will send a corpse truck to the mortuary on the hospital's basement level B1 to collect bodies; then she can disguise herself as a corpse and escape the hospital.

The mortuary on the basement level B1.

The lighting is even more dim than upstairs, the air filled with a unique mixture of formaldehyde and cold, damp smell, so quiet that one could almost hear the ghosts drifting through the hallway.

Here, it seems like a silent tomb beneath the bustling world of the hospital.

Lin Dongfan led two capable prosecutors out of the basement elevator: "Spread out, focus on checking corners where someone could hide—storage rooms, equipment rooms… and…"

As he spoke, Lin Dongfan's gaze fell on the heavy metal door at the end of the hallway.

On the door were three cold words—Mortuary.

A young prosecutor instinctively swallowed: "Director Lin, that place… dare you go? I'm not superstitious—I've heard people say that at night, women's singing can be heard there…"

"Coward, you guys search elsewhere; I'll handle the ghost."

Lin Dongfan stepped forward, as casual as going to a vegetable market, without a hint of hesitation. He had already decided: if there really was a ghost, he'd tackle it. What Ning Caichen can do, I, the lord, can also do.

He gently pushed open the heavy mortuary door.

A gloomy cold air, carrying the scent of disinfectant, rushed toward him.

The interior space is not small.

Rows of stainless steel cold cabinets stood like massive metal bookshelves, silently arranged, their doors marked with numbers.

In the middle were several stretchers for transporting corpses.

Among them, three stretchers held corpses—one leaned against the wall, two placed in the middle—all covered with white cloth, as if the cold cabinets were insufficient.

The environment is gloomy!

But Fan Ye's face showed no trace of fear; instead, he was a bit excited, his eyes swept over every detail like a scanner.

Lin Dongfan walked slowly to the side of the two mortuary tables in the middle.

He lifted the white cloth on the right, took a look, regretfully shook his head, then covered the body again! He guessed this brother must have died in a car accident, his head covered in blood.

Seeing this scene too often makes one feel nauseous.

Lin Dongfan thought carefully, and instead of lifting the left white cloth, he directly reached out to touch the corpse's hand; if it was cold and stiff, that would mean it wasn't the target he was looking for.

He reached out and touched it—indeed, it was very cold!

Afterward…

Lin Dongfan then fixed his gaze on the mortuary table against the wall.

This mortuary table looked no different, also covered with a white cloth, but at a glance one could tell it was a female.

Because the bulge of the white cloth was very full.

More importantly, Fan Ye noticed a detail: the white cloth covering it was not naturally relaxed like the other corpses, but rather appeared somewhat tense.

Moreover, at the foot end, there was a bulge resembling the shape of high heels.

Who would wear high heels into a mortuary?

Lin Dongfan gave an evil smile, walked over without changing expression, first extended his index finger and lightly poked the bulge twice, then switched to Dragon Claw Hand and pinched it twice.

Um…

The sensation coming from below was tense and elastic, and one could even feel a faint, uncontrollable tremor.