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"So, you really are..."

Director Wang felt a little creepy. The more he looked at Chen Fan, the more he felt something was wrong. "Then are you humans or ghosts?"

"How could I be so strong?"

Chen Fan did not answer directly, but instead took an ambiguous reply. He turned his head, looked outside the door, and said carefully, "This matter may be very troublesome. The underworld also attaches great importance to it. If you think my level is not enough, later, a big man may invite you to have tea. When someone comes to pick you up at midnight, you can't be too scared. It's nothing, just..."

"Get get it get it get it..."

Director Wang suddenly became furious, his hair stood up, and he smiled, "Look at what you said, I don't believe others, don't I believe you yet? Why are we all talking about those useless things? Wait a little later, I'll ask."

Director Wang said, and picked up the phone, "Hey, my old Wang, where is the corpse in the cemetery a few days ago? I know where to deal with it in the hospital, where is the specific place? Yes, yes, okay."

Director Wang dropped the phone and said, "I understand. The body is in the hospital now. I handed it over to a forensic doctor for examination. The forensic doctor is Zhao Hailun, a very famous one, a beautiful woman."

Chen Fan was shocked when he heard this, "Who?"

"Zhao Hailun."

"Then I understand."

Chen Fan got up, walked out, and came back, "Well, can you write me a note?"

"Ah, OK."

Director Wang wrote a note to Chen Fan, "You can go and see, but you can't move, do you know? There are all regulations."

"Don't worry."

"Well, why do I feel something is wrong? Do you know Zhao Hailun?"

After Director Wang finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows quietly. The smile made people feel that it was quite story-provoking. Chen Fan thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "What do you say? It's a bit of friendship."

"Oh, what you said is so good that you can give up on cabbage. Be careful of retribution."

"Hehehehehehehehe."

Chen Fan kept laughing, and went downstairs and got off the car. He saw Queen Bai sitting in the passenger seat staring straight at the intersection, and then turned his head, "Boss, I seem to have done something wrong."

"What are you doing?"

Chen Fan was stunned at the time.

"A traffic police came over and came to post a note. I told him to wait a moment and said you'll get out immediately. Then he told me that it was useless and that you had to post it if you illegally stop it. Then I got angry and shouted at him for a moment, look..."

Queen White pointed to the little motorcycle lying crookedly on the ground at the intersection, "He was scared away, and the motorcycle was thrown there."

“…”

Chen Fan looked at her helplessly and tied his seat belt, "Forget it, it should be nothing..."

After saying that, Chen Fan drove away. At around 3:00 pm, he went to the hospital to meet Zhao Hailun.

Today, Zhao Hailun was very idle, wearing a white coat and watching a TV series with his cell phone. Chen Fan knocked in the door and saw her biting an apple in her hand, and she admired this woman very much.

The psychological quality of women who deal with various corpses all day long is really not very strong. They can still eat and drink after fiddling with the corpse, and they are even more uncommon.

"Didn't you think of changing jobs? If you do this, you won't be able to find a boyfriend."

Chen Fan hugged his shoulders and leaned against the door, looking at her.

"Or it wouldn't be found."

Zhao Hailun looked like a broken can and gave up and curled his lips, "Unless he doesn't want to live."

"Actually, I really want to see how you are when you are completely crazy, really."

"You might as well say you want to come with me with real people."

Zhao Hailun curled his lips and glanced at Chen Fan, "Tell me, why are you here again? Don't say that you are here to flirt with me when you are idle."

“I’m not that bored.”

Chen Fan walked over and handed her the note, "I want to see the body, the number is here."

When Zhao Hailun heard this, he took the note over, looked at it with his eyelids drooping, and then looked at Chen Fan, "Are you really working for the underworld?"

"How do you say this?"

"You can't hide it from me. You forgot what I do? I knew from the first glance that he was a ghost."

"How did you see it?"

"Look at your tongue."

Zhao Hailun stretched out his tongue, "Although it looks similar on the surface, the ghost messenger's tongue is always very long, not big, but long. This is related to their body structure. In short, since they entered the industry, they have seen four such corpses...."

Zhao Hailun compared a "four" with his hands, "From their physical characteristics, I can see at a glance what's going on, and it's all the way, and I can't hide it."

"Their tongues are all very long? Is it that long?"

Chen Fan tried his best to stretch out his tongue.

“It’s too short, that’s not enough.”

Zhao Hailun reached out to pull Chen Fan's tongue, and Chen Fan was so scared that he hurriedly hid. The woman was a little sad, as if she was very happy. After a smile, she pursed her lips and walked towards the freezer with a crack, "What a pity, this one is a man, otherwise, maybe such a long tongue would be useful."

"What's the use?"

"You guess it yourself."

“…”

Chen Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Why can't I look like you like this before? That cold look is actually pretty good."

"Is that right? Maybe I'm familiar with it."

Zhao Hailun looked back at Chen Fan, and always gave people a feeling of being very happy. However, this pleasure made Chen Fan feel a little bit inexplicable.

"That's it."

Zhao Hailun used a cart to push the body out and opened the plastic bag. Chen Fan went over and saw a man lying inside, with a pale face and slightly open mouth. He looked like a dead person. There was nothing special about him. He was not ugly or very good-looking, and he looked like he was in his thirties.

"How did he die?"

"I haven't had time to check it out yet, but it seems that the fatal injury should be here."

Zhao Hailun put on gloves and pressed the man's neck, "Can you see that there is anything different?"

Chen Fan leaned over and looked at it, and found that there were many tiny bulges on the man's skin, like pores, but they were much thicker than the pores.

"This is?"

"hair."

Zhao Hailun said firmly, "Some tiny long hairs poked in, and shot them through the skin, like steel needles."

"hair?"

"right."

Zhao Hailun said, picked up the knife and tweezers from the side, and carefully opened a small mouth on the man's neck. He really picked out a piece of hair that could be about 10cm in front of Chen Fan. The hair was white, slightly yellow, and the tail was a little black.
Chapter completed!