The Unknown
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Late into the night, the Interpol squad stood outside the autopsy room.
Zhao Yu came into the autopsy room at that point, which made him feel a little guilty. Not one police officer on duty could be seen in the building. The surroundings were strangely quiet, and it made the atmosphere a little weird.
The door of the autopsy room was closed, and it was uncertain if there was anyone inside. Zhao Yu leaned his ear in against the door and listened. While listening, he thought to himself. If Zhang Peipei had already returned to the hotel to rest, then there should be at least another forensic doctor on duty in the autopsy room, right?
In the midst of him thinking about what to do, the door of the autopsy room suddenly opened. From the inside came a person with a thin body wearing a white coat.
"Oops!" This person did not expect anyone to be outside and gasped, holding his chest in shock when he saw Zhao Yu.
"Oh my god!" he said.