After 30 minutes, outside the Jiang City Forensic Autopsy Center.
Two police cars pulled to a stop, and Li Jian, Jiang An, Wan, and Zhang Yean stepped out.
Zhang Yean looked around, her surroundings shrouded in darkness.
In sight, only a few dim street lamps swayed in the wind, one of which flickered incessantly.
Even in the nearby garbage incinerator, remnants of unburned white wreaths were visible.
Suddenly, Zhang Yean shuddered.
"Why does this place feel so eerie tonight?"
Wan approached her, whispering, "Don't be afraid, sister."
"With the captain and Jiang An here, everything is safe."
Zhang Yean turned to Wan, pale and baffled.
"Li is a renowned sharpshooter in the criminal investigation team, never missing a shot."
"Jiang An is a seasoned forensic expert, speaking and representing the deceased."
"That's why, whether facing the living or the dead, being with the two of them means absolute safety."
