Prison Butterfly, I Only Perform Autopsies and Think You Are Too Naughty

The head of the judges, Yin Lusi Naihe Qiaotou has been making soup for tens of thousands of years. Meng Qi thought that he was already hard enough. He took a nap while making soup, and the door to hell was opened by a traitor. With her absolute strength, she was kicked by Emperor Lidu into City A in the underworld, where she resumed her life as a bull and horse. The good turns evil. Forensic doctor? Meng Qi turned the scalpel, and the tip of the scalpel touched the murderer's blood vessel, causing the artery to beat. Meng Qi licked his lips and smiled in a wicked and charming way: "Kill?" The case is changing, the time is on time, and the techniques are on point. The escaping souls formed an array just to deprive "it" of the immortal Meng Po bones. For countless dark nights, Xie Jinxian's calloused fingertips rubbed her white neck over and over again, biting her self-esteem to pieces over and over again in a pathological and paranoid way. Until his hearing gradually disappeared, Meng Qi looked in the direction of the top of Kunlun Mountain. Traitor of heaven? Interesting… Meng Qi looked back, pulled back her thoughts, and stared at him who appeared behind her without knowing when, trembling with pain but laughing so hard: "I'm on my period." He chewed on it over and over again, and her ears were red from the heat. Above her lowered eyes, she couldn't see him, who was sick and sinister: "Go to Kunlun, I'll accompany you." Go play "it" in the mouth of the escaped soul. Her previous life was full of blood. She has no family, only her mad dog, fighting with her, hatred mixed with love, blending into the painless feeling every night. He was sick, mad, pulling her, falling into the mud pit again and again, and getting up again and again. After all, the game between two madmen is never ending. "Black or white? No, I am gray, born to die."