On the west wall of the morgue of the funeral parlor in City C, there are more than ten white boards with grids drawn on them, corresponding to the information on the corpses stored in the freezer next to them.

Due to years of cold and dampness, the writing in black marker will soon become blurred, and the staff will have to write down the information again every morning.

Most of the people here died abnormally and could not contact their relatives. Behind every iron box with exactly the same size and specifications, there was once a living person, but now they are all lying in the freezer.

Ji Feiyu was stunned as he looked at the label that had just been inserted. Compared to the others, it was too short.

Ling Zhengming, a 52-year-old man, committed suicide by jumping off a building.

His eyes rested on the word "suicide" for a long time.

How could it be such a coincidence that Ling Zhengjun was found on his head, and then he was mysteriously murdered in the hotel, and now even Ling Zhengming committed suicide by falling off the building.

The clue is broken again.

He was a little depressed, and the little flame of hope that had just been ignited was completely extinguished by a basin of cold water.

He couldn't help but take out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket with a slightly yellowish hand with exposed veins, smoked one, and held it between his fingers. The nails on his thin fingers were two inches long.

"Isn't it good to smoke here?"

Just as he was about to light it, a clear female voice disrupted his rhythm.

In the shadows, he slowly turned his head while holding a cigarette, and a man and a woman walked towards him.

It was Ling Ziyue who came to identify the body, and Han Muxue who was nosy.

Ji Feiyu took the cigarette out of his mouth and looked at the woman who came with Ling Ziyue.

She has long curly hair, round almond-shaped eyes, long and thin willow-leaf eyebrows, and an oval oval face. She doesn’t wear makeup and has a certain charm of her own. She is a standard ancient beauty in the book.

Very outstanding appearance.

There was indeed a slight difference from when she was wearing heavy makeup, and her eyebrows would not change. Ji Feiyu still guessed that this was the person he focused on on the whiteboard: Han Muxue.

His eyes were fixed on Ling Ziyue.

Ling Ziyue remained silent and glanced at Han Muxue beside him with his peripheral vision. Ji Feiyu, who paused for a few seconds, immediately understood and pretended that it was their first meeting and introduced himself.

"City Criminal Police Team, Ji Feiyu."

"Ling Ziyue, family members of the deceased."

The long-lost faint smell of tobacco.

A complete set of black sweatshirts that have never changed forever, with just a coat of the same color wrapped around it.

His hair was messy, and his chin was covered with new green stubble.

He is unkempt and has the charm of a mature man, and he has always been her role model and support.

Master?!

After Han Muxue saw this man's face clearly, his expression froze, and he was in huge shock.

Then joy, sadness and grievance, all kinds of complex emotions were intertwined and surging in my heart.

Her chest was tight, her eyes were hot, and she almost blurted out "Master!"

But her reason told her not to do this.

She stretched out her hand stiffly, wanting to shake hands with Ji Feiyu.

"Hello!"

"Hello! I know you, the national goddess, Han Muxue."

Ji Feiyu's extremely sharp eyes are like a thunder in the blue sea and sky, always so upright and awe-inspiring.

He just politely shook Han Muxue's hand quickly and briefly, then turned his attention to Ling Ziyue on the side, and pointed at a long iron cabinet directly in front of him.

"Your father is inside, see for yourself."

Ji Feiyu turned around and walked away slowly. Han Muxue couldn't help turning her head and followed him out with eager eyes until she could no longer see him.

Ling Ziyue stepped towards the cold iron box step by step.

Hold the metal handle.

This small iron door, which was not too thick, turned out to be the nearest and farthest distance between him and Ling Zhengming.

When he was eighteen years old, he swore that he would never step foot in the Ling family's door again. Who knew, seven years later, they would still have to meet in this way.

His heart felt a little heavy.

The holding hand still did not pull the refrigerator open.

Han Muxue behind him didn't say anything, and just patted Ling Ziyue on the shoulder to comfort him.

She remembered that when she was eight years old, that stormy night, the dim light illuminated the white sheet on her mother's body, which was pale. She did not dare to lift the sheet covering her mother's face to look, and even forgot to cry. She sat on the ground and died.

Staring at mother's gray feet.

Accompanying her to identify the body was also Ji Feiyu, the young policeman Ji Feiyu who was still young at that time.

Bah!

The friction of frozen metal was harsh.

The white fog dissipated, and it was bitingly cold.

The white sheet wrapped from head to toe remains unchanged.

Ling Zi picked up a corner and slowly opened it until he saw the whole face.

The neatly trimmed face, slate-grey face, deformed skull, and the large amount of blood flowing out of the seven orifices had solidified and infected the collar of the white shirt, but the buttons were still neatly buttoned.

There is no doubt that it is indeed Ling Zhengming.

Ling Ziyue felt a little empty all of a sudden.

He finally felt Ling Zhengming's death.

But Ling Zhengming was such a respectable person, so even if he had to choose to die, he would probably not die in such an ugly way as jumping off a building.

He put Ling Zhengming's body into the freezer again, then turned around and went to the large open space outside the door to get some air.

Ji Feiyu held the cigarette butt, and as the flame went out, the smoke dispersed, like his melancholy.

When he saw someone coming out, he crushed the cigarette butt on the lid of the trash can and threw it in.

"You go to the car and wait for me first. I'll have a word with Team Ji."

Ling Ziyue threw the car keys to Han Muxue.

Han Muxue glanced at the two of them blankly, said "hmm" reluctantly, then slowly turned around and left.

After the two of them confirmed that they were far away, they walked back into the small forest with winding paths, found a good hidden place, and stopped one after the other.

"Is it done so quickly?"

Ji Feiyu made an inappropriate joke.

"What's done?"

"Han Muxue, I think she is very interested in you."

"That's your illusion. It's impossible for me and her."

"I'm not really asking you to fall in love with her. I'm just asking you to get close to her and try to get as much information as possible about the Han family or about Han Zhixun."

"I know Team Ji, that's what I want to tell you."

"What's wrong?"

Ji Feiyu frowned and looked at Ling Ziyue's expression, knowing that things were not simple.

"I can't complete the task you gave me."

Ji Feiyu never expected that Ling Ziyue would say such a thing, and was immediately annoyed.

"Ling Ziyue, where are you in the police force? If you want to take on a task, you can take it. If you don't want to take it on, you can leave it. Is there any organizational discipline?"

"So, I'm ready to resign."

Ling Ziyue was very calm.

"You want to resign?"

Ji Feiyu couldn't understand.

"Team Ji, do you think my father committed suicide?"

Ji Feiyu raised his head and met Ling Ziyue's sharp eyes like a leopard.

"The forensic doctor has identified that he died from a typical fall from a high altitude, and the degree of spleen rupture and skull injury is consistent. Moreover, so many people present at the time saw with their own eyes that he jumped by himself."

Ji Feiyu thought for a moment and gave the answer.

"However, he is not a suicidal person at all. Even if he really wants to commit suicide, he will definitely choose the calmest and most honorable way instead of bleeding like this."

Ji Feiyu was silent for a moment.

"So, do you plan to go back to Ling's to investigate on your own?"

"It's not just that."

Ling Ziyue's eyes were as bright as a torch.
Chapter completed!