In the middle of the night, the moonlight is cool, the breeze is light, and the silence is accompanied by the occasional chirping of insects, which adds a touch of life to this cold night.

That day, since Yan Yinchen and Meng Ying teamed up to find out the hidden secrets and emotional entanglements behind the white-clothed incident, the atmosphere began to be dull.

Since Dean Yang Shuo Ying Yan and Yin Chen went to the morgue to find the truth tonight, the atmosphere has become even more dull by more than one or two levels. The feeling of oppression gradually hits.

And this slightly depressed feeling made the servants who walked to the morgue silent to each other, with cold faces, and each moved forward with his own thoughts.

Before reaching the next corner intersection, Dean Yang Shuo suddenly stopped his steps, sighed deeply, and said softly: "Xiao Yan, Xiao Ying, let me arrest those guys with my own hands, this sin will be borne by my party." Needless to say, the tone of this speech was very sad and emotional.

Hearing this, Yan Yinchen and Mengying stopped at the same time, looked at each other, looked at each other's incredulous pupils, and could see the distress and reluctance hidden in their hearts from each other's eyes. They knew that Dean Yang wanted to bear this painful sin for those who smeared the benevolence of the doctors. Wanting to pay for the sins committed by others.

However, to be honest, Mengying did not approve of Uncle Yang's approach. In this society, everyone should bear the consequences for their own mistakes, and everything is right and wrong, no matter who makes a mistake, they should not escape the judgment and punishment of the law, which cannot be tolerated and forgiven. To have the confidence to break the law is to have the courage to accept sanctions. Therefore, for Uncle Yang's actions, Mengying chose to remain silent and did not respond.

Yan Yinchen also didn't say anything, just looked elsewhere, and then took the steps he had just stopped, and immediately strode forward, not even leaving an emoji behind.

Seeing this, Mengying tacitly kept up with the pace of a certain insect, and was also silent. For the first time, she found that they could agree on the same page. That is, for certain things, they all have an attitude of punishing evil and promoting good.

Dean Yang Shuo was stunned, did Xiao Yan mean to oppose him.

Shaking his head and sighing to himself, Dean Yang Shuo followed in the footsteps of Yan Yinchen and Mengying and walked forward slowly.

The sound of light footsteps echoed in the deep darkness of the night, in the silent and dark corridor. This is the vitality that the night does not take away.

Because Dean Yang Shuo was going to the morgue tonight to find out, and this series of explorations did not have the slowness and pause that should breed in the script, after learning the so-called truth and hidden truth behind the white-clothed incident, Dean Yang Shuo immediately held a high-level meeting, which greatly reduced the staff on duty at night in the hospital by more than double. The reputation is to care for the body of employees and understand the hard work of employees. Of course, the point is to facilitate the action of the night. It can be said that you will move when you should move, and you will shoot when you should shoot! There is no mud and water between the clouds and water.

In a short time, the servants walked to the door of the morgue with the smell of decay and the smell of coldness, and in the air, there was a faint smell of death, coupled with the damp and cold atmosphere, this atmosphere that seemed not to belong to the world finally cleared up their chaotic minds a little.

Just as I was about to open the door to take a look, "Bang!! "There was a sound that seemed to be caused by the friction of transportation!

Listening to this voice, Yan Yinchen and Meng Ying didn't react much, as if they were expected, they still looked calm and calm.

Dean Yang Shuo's heart is chaotic, that is, his mood is complicated, and he has an indescribable feeling.

After a few seconds of settling their thoughts, the servants led by Dean Yang walked forward in a calm manner.

Gently push open the door that is mottled with time, and a strong smell of formalin immediately hits my nose.

Decidedly, because he didn't like the smell very much, the servant frowned slightly, and paused for a moment before entering the morgue with a slow and light step.

Looking up, the dark gray walls, the beds with corpses lying one after another, and, again, the offending and pungent smell of formalin.

Looking around, this is still just a normal environmental phenomenon.

Thinking about it, even the slightest sound, at this moment, the person who is still extremely vigilant is still slightly aware of the slightest movement. What's more, the "creaking" sound made by opening the door just now is not very small, and it is normal for a certain white-clothed person with a heart as fine as dust to hear it.

Shhhh

There was movement, and at the first time, a certain white cloth immediately put down the work in his hand and looked at the door reflexively, although there were many obstacles blocking the view, but in the vagueness, there were still three figures in the pupils. At this time, a certain white-clothed person immediately panicked, shouldn't the people who were left behind today be allowed to rest? Damn it. How could anyone visit? You shouldn't be wrong with intelligence!

Yan Yinchen walked in the front, walked more than ten steps inside, and saw the source of the collision just now, then saw the familiar white clothes, and saw the cold and pale face.

"Leng Xuan, female, twenty-six years old, medical intern, cold and arrogant, really worthy of her name. A month ago, she was automatically asked to serve as a caretaker in the morgue. As for the reason, Miss Leng Xuan, I don't need to explain it, right? While approaching a certain woman in white, Yan Yinchen said with a smile. His behavior is very gentle and elegant, coupled with the shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, he can be described as full of gentlemen and charming.

Hearing these words, the woman in white, or Leng Xuan, was suddenly stunned, "Boom, boom!" "There were countless thunderbolts flashing in the psychological world. For her, this is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue. Was it found? Damn it.

With these words rich in male magnetic voices, Leng Xuan looked at it again, and saw the three familiar figures that were gradually approaching, and he was stunned and shocked. Isn't this the pair of men and women I met a few nights ago and Dean Yang Shuo?!

"Who's coming?" After sorting out the complicated thoughts in his heart, Leng Xuan's cold voice echoed in this deep and cold morgue, showing no doubts.

The same occasion, the same time, the same opening remarks, facing the cold and cold woman in white, but the person who came took out more Dean Yang Shuo.

Mengying couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, how could there be a feeling of time and space confusion, it seems that this scene just happened not long ago, right? It's still such an official line!

"It seems that Miss Leng Xuan didn't remember my name, I'm Yan Yinchen, unmarried and single." As if expecting a certain white-clothed person to react like this, Yan Yinchen still held a gentle attitude and said with a smile.

As soon as Yan's words fell, he received two disdainful glances from the left and right.

Dean Yang Shuo and Meng Ying gave a small look of disdain without embellishment, and then focused on the body of Leng Xuan, the woman in white. Someone is here to reconcile the atmosphere.