The autopsy room of Dali Temple is filled with the smell of formaldehyde and coldness all year round.
Xie Wanzhao, as if unaware, was stirring the wolfberry and chrysanthemum flowers in the thermos cup with a delicate silver spoon. The hot air was thick, covering his clear face with a layer of fuzzy moisture.
"Bang——!"
There was a loud noise, and the door was kicked open by a violent force from the outside, with broken wood flying everywhere.
At the door, Qin Shuang, the newly appointed general of the Jinwu Guard, was wearing black standard armor, which made her tall and straight, and her face was cold and solemn. Behind her was the cold air of winter in the capital, and the frost that had not melted was still on the handle of the formation-breaking knife she held tightly in her hand.
"Where's the gangster in Dali Temple? Come to the scene with me immediately!" Her voice was as clear as hers, with an unmistakable order.
All the Dali Temple officials in the room were stunned by the evil aura. For a moment, everyone's eyes subconsciously turned to the only "idler" in the corner who was still drinking tea leisurely.
Qin Shuang's eyes were locked like a hawk.
