The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

Bai Yanyan reluctantly took a look at Xia Ling and accepted her explanation.

She took the money from Xia Ling and the bank card.

"What's the password? "

"Six eights. "

"very good. " Bai Yanyan whistled. The corners of her lips were curved, casual and handsome. "Let's go, my honest brother. Today, I'll take you to see the world. "

"okay. " Xia Ling instinctively thought wrong, but she didn't say it.

With her, Bai Yanyan left the neighborhood and waved for a taxi.

In the middle of the day, the bar was closed, unless it was a sex scene... ...

Before she went, Xia Ling was still guessing whether it would be a place like heaven and earth, or an informal KTV or something.

But when she arrived, Xia Ling really opened her eyes.

Old Alley, the largest crematorium in City A.

Bai Yanyan did not take her to other places, but she went to the funeral parlor at the entrance of old alley.

This street was close to the shops that sold paintings, funeral clothes, and coffins. The wreaths and paper horses tied at the door made people avoid them.

"What are we doing here? " Xia Ling followed behind Bai Yanyan. She didn't know what Bai Yanyan was up to.

Bai Yanyan was calm. "working. Help the manager here to clean up the bodies. "

Xia Ling:"... didn't I give you money? Why are you still working here?"

Bai Yanyan smiled mysteriously. "WHO said I'm here for money? "

Xia Ling was silent because of her smile.

She followed Bai Yanyan in. The corridor of the funeral parlor was obviously colder than the outside. Bai Yanyan was indeed a regular customer here. She found herself a white coat, a mask, and another one for Xia Ling.

The two of them were wearing work clothes. They followed Bai Yanyan into a funeral parlor.

The rooms were all numbered. There were number plates in front of the bodies, and behind the number plates and the ice coffins were hidden in the walls. The bodies were all in one of the drawers.

Walking into the innermost room, Bai Yanyan pulled out an ice box.

A Pale woman's face was revealed.

The woman looked to be in her early thirties. There was an obvious scar on her forehead. It looked like a blunt-force injury, and the wound had already coagulated.

"Zhang Wanjuan? " Xia Ling saw that the woman looked familiar, so she immediately recognized her after a few more glances.

This memory did not come from her, but from Zhao Haoran.

Zhao Haoran was now a police officer of a small public security bureau in City A.

Zhao Haoran had an impression of all the recent cases in the city. With his level, he could not come into contact with them, but these files could be seen in the entire system.

Zhao Haoran had previously been asked to help sort out the files, so he had some impression of this cruel case of wife killing.

"You recognize it? Tsk. I didn't expect that our glorious people's police would be so useless in the public security system. " Bai Yanyan skillfully put on her gloves. She looked at the woman's wound, then carefully looked at her pupils and neck.

On Zhang Wanjuan's neck, the fatal suffocation handprint had turned into a horrible bruise from the wound. There were traces of spreading outward and some brown spots.

Xia Ling had never dealt with a corpse like this before.

But looking at it this way, Bai Yanyan was very experienced in looking at the corpse, as if she could really understand something.

Was she not afraid at all?

"Bai Yanyan, you went behind someone's back to look at the corpse. If the police know about it, they will charge you, " Xia Ling warned her.

"Look at what this is? " Bai yanyan casually threw a certificate. It was a forensic investigation certificate.