This kind of repetitive and boring work disgusted Zhou Zhi. Always sighing and sighing, a face sad all day long, and a depressed face.

A few students asked him if his forensic work was going well, and he would always complain that it was not right and that it was not good. One time the legal doctor work is to be on duty as a gatekeeper, and the other time he says that it is completely inconsistent with the ideal he longs for. also strongly persuaded them not to enter the industry, and heard that the younger students gave up the forensic profession one after another and became general practitioners.

In the past, Zhou Zhi always imagined that one day he would be able to become famous, change this idle lifestyle, and become a forensic detective and forensic doctor admired by the forensic profession and even the whole society.

But his dream is really half realized, since he met Lin Qiuzheng and his party, he finally experienced the exciting life and passionate world he wanted. It greatly satisfied his hunger and thirst on the spiritual level.

But there is no breakthrough in fame, and he is still unknown, and everyone only knows that he is a little-known forensic doctor. However, it will not be long before he becomes famous overnight and becomes a big hero in everyone's eyes, nicknamed "Corpse Whisperer". But that's all for later.

Zhou Zhi leaned on the back of the chair, his legs cocked, and stood on the edge of the table. Raising his head and humming a tune, recalling that super exciting experience, he was very happy, and for a while he left all the previous panic behind.

Suddenly, his cheeks turned red, his expression was ashamed, and his mouth couldn't stop letting out a "tsk.." sound, indignantly: "Damn! If only I hadn't been scared to pee at that time. I won't be looked down upon by Lin SIR for the rest of their lives, and they won't be ridiculed by the surnamed Li! Now that I think about it, it's a shame to be at home! With a long sigh full of resentment, his cheerful expression turned lonely.

After thinking about it, Sir Lin deliberately came to find him in the afternoon and ordered him to see the prison morgue tonight, which fully demonstrated Lin SIR's trust in him.

His body shook, his eyes lit up with embarrassment, and he said loudly: "It must be Lin SIR who values himself and trusts himself!" That's why I accepted this task! He definitely didn't look down on me! Didn't even laugh at me! The originally lonely expression suddenly disappeared, and a sense of pride could not help but swell in his chest.

"Smack!" With a thud, the palm of his hand fell heavily on the arm of the stool. I secretly made up my mind that I must stick to the morgue tonight to complete this matter, and I must not let Sir Lin down, let alone let the little man surnamed Li look down on him.

The streets are sparsely populated at night. A police car flickered its lights and stopped at the corner of the road, silently guarding the safety of the city.

In the police car, Li Liang was holding his hands on his chest, curled up in the driver's seat with his head down, and took a nap. Somehow, I suddenly felt an itch in my nose, "Ah~ chirp!! With a bang, he sneezed heavily. He muttered sleepily, "On duty at night, it's indeed a little cold in the car." Then rubbed his nose, lowered the brim of his hat and continued to snooze.

In the underground duty room of the hospital, Zhou Zhi leaned on a stool, tilted his head to the left, and looked at the morgue. His eyes burned as if he were declaring war.

I saw that the door on the side of the morgue was slightly open a few inches at some point, and it was hidden outside. It was as if someone had pushed him out of the morgue when he wasn't looking.

The two doors of the morgue were finally closed by Zhou Zhi himself, and after closing them, he also deliberately checked whether they were closed repeatedly, and there was no such a false cover-up.

Zhou Zhi only felt a "buzz" in his head, and his face changed suddenly, and he lost his blood. The pride that had just surged in his chest suddenly came to naught. His eyes were filled with horror.

He shuddered and lowered his legs off the edge of the table. Swallowing his saliva, his eyes didn't even blink, and he stared straight at the door. lest something strange happen after the blink of an eye, and stare straight at it.

Zhou Zhi kept all the noise to a minimum. I saw him get up from the stool, and his body movements became slow and slow. Grab the walkie-talkie and tiptoe towards the door of the morgue.

He landed on his toes with every step he took, as slowly as possible, as lightly as possible, as cautious as a thief at the door, for fear of making a noise. But his mouth couldn't help but whisper something that only he could hear: "Bodhisattva bless, God cares, gives me strength." Amen~"

Tiptoeing to the door, he looked up and down the hidden door, and saw that the door was indeed being pushed open, and it was opening a few inches outward, and the light in the room was faintly shining and reflected on the ground.

He didn't speak, just took a few deep and uniform breaths, forced down the current fear in his heart, and adjusted his emotions. Following the slight sideways half, the probe probed into the crack of the door. But because the crack in the door is only a few inches, it is too thin to see the situation inside.

So Zhou Zhi turned his head and leaned his ear close to the crack in the door. After listening for a while, he could no longer hear anything except his heavy snort, and it was silent.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he wondered if he had misremembered. Didn't this door close tightly in the afternoon? No, I've checked it several times, and I'm sure I'm going to leave after I'm in prison. How....?

Thinking about it, he bent his knees and squatted down. Leaning over the door, you put your ears on it. I listened to the movement inside, but it was still dead and silent, and there was no sound.

At this time, he smiled self-deprecatingly, as if laughing at his timidity. Then he stretched out his index finger, and his fingertips touched the door that was hidden outward, and with a slight force of his fingertips, he slowly pushed the door back and returned to its original position.

Zhou Zhi seems to have a chic smile on the surface, but in fact, his heart is already stormy and turbulent. Pushing the door back to its place is actually afraid that if something really escapes from inside, it will be bad.

When I returned to the duty room, I was slightly relieved to see that the voice seemed to be gone.

Zhou Zhi wiped away the cold sweat that had already oozed from his forehead, and quickly clicked the mouse to check the situation in the morgue. Thinking that I must find out what is going on inside, is there really someone who came to steal the body?

On the monitor screen, the video screen quickly switched to the sound of mouse clicks, just like his panic and anxiety at this time. Suddenly, he stopped tapping the mouse, only to see that the gossip mirror hanging in the picture actually shook slightly from side to side.

This scene is like a slap in the face. He was stunned for a long time. Zhou Zhi couldn't believe what he saw. I rewind the picture and look at it all over again.

The time hand played second by second, and after a few seconds, the gossip mirror image like a Dinghai divine needle was blown by a breeze, and it shook a little.

The morgue is an airtight place, with no windows or fans, so there is no chance of wind. So how could the gossip mirror shake for no reason without the action of an external force? Could it be that .... Cheat!? Corpse!? Finish!?