I'm a Forensic Doctor

Ning'an's KPIs half a year ago: Traffic Accident Identification ×12 (√) Give the master smoke ×437 (√) Sending colleagues home ×28 (√) Half a year later. An old man died suddenly at a train station, gold was stolen from the funeral home, and 21 body boxes were discovered in the wilderness... Ning An hugged the thermos cup tightly: "Master, did you promise that there will be no major cases in the county?" The master held the Chinese cigarette in his mouth and looked at the sky: "... Do you think they look like your third-class merit fragments?"