What's it like behind the mask?
Kind? Or evil? Or confused?
Or heinous? Or two sleeves of breeze? Or is good and evil a mystery?
Jin, I'm tired, I don't want to guess anymore. If you want to prove that the world is evil, you lose; if you want to defeat me, you win.
An economic dispute case brought out a lot of corrupt officials. The Supreme People's Procuratorate of Country A was ordered to work with the Ministry of Public Security to form a task force to investigate the case.
Tang Mengxuan stared at the scalpel in her hand in confusion. After a long time, her tears fell down one by one like beads that had fallen off the thread. Tang Mengxuan licked the corner of her mouth - it was so salty, was it tears... She probably hated that man, probably very much. But... Brother Jin, I miss you, I want to eat lollipops, I want to drink Wangzai milk, I want to go to the amusement park and ride the Ferris wheel... Brother Jin, would you like to come back?
She threw herself on the autopsy table, pulled open the white cloth that blocked the yin and yang, and stared blankly at the man in front of her. At that time, she only had him in her eyes, and her dark eyes reflected the man's pale face. The man's body had turned cold, and Tang Mengxuan knew that her brother Jin was asleep and followed the person he buried to a place that Tang Mengxuan could not reach.
Tang Mengxuan suddenly laughed, and a series of weird laughter sounded in the forensic room - at the same time, a scalpel fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. Tears welled up again. Tang Mengxuan, who was crying and laughing at the same time, only felt infinite desolation. This desolation stuck in her heart and circulated in her blood.