Deep moonlit night...
In the inner hall of the yamen, he casually lifted up the white cloth and looked down at the body.
"Hey, it looks like this." He swallowed again, and put it on again with trembling hands.
She pushed the person beside her and said, "Go and listen to what the corpse is saying."
He quickly shook his head and said: "No, I won't go." Then he took a few steps back and said righteously, "I'm scared."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
