NOVPUB27: Chapter 23: Is he a fool or a wolf in sheep’s clothing_2
27 -23: Is he a fool or a wolf in sheep’s clothing_2
Ran Yan knew that it was due to professional confidence, everything was under control so easily.
Although she had not anticipated it, Ran Yan was very satisfied with this result.
“The people have arrived,” Sang Chen withdrew his head, suddenly becoming tense again.
He quickly walked up to Ran Yan, his face somewhat pale, and apologetically said, “It’s disrespectful for a lady like you to face a corpse, I…
I truly feel guilty in my heart.”
“You are admitting it too late,” Ran Yan discovered another infuriating fault in Sang Chen and coldly dropped these words, picking up the suitcase beside her and stood up, “Let’s go.”
“Let’s, let’s.” Sang Chen nodded, gulped dryly, and followed Ran Yan out of the dead alley.
Outside the Morgue, there were surprisingly four carriages!
Ran Yan paused slightly, she was dressed ambiguously, not clearly as either gender, but if one was attentive, they could still discern her gender.
Looking at over ten people slowly alighting from the four carriages, Ran Yan wished she could kill Sang Chen and then throw away his body, her voice like a chilling cold pit, “You never told me there would be so many people!”
Under the fierce summer sun, a drop of cold sweat actually streamed down Sang Chen’s forehead.
His handsome face turned red, and he said with insufficient confidence, “I did not know there would be so many people.”
Ran Yan turned back and glared at him sharply, deeply feeling that she had boarded a bandit’s ship, Sang Chen was really not to be judged by common sense.
“I failed to recognize people clearly myself, I admit it this time!
You wait and see!” Ran Yan enunciated every word, her low voice seemed to carry cold gusts of wind, making Sang Chen’s hands and legs tremble even more.
“Mr.
Sang!” Among the people who came down from the Han Family’s carriage, a slightly overweight middle-aged man in luxurious clothes was elated to see Sang Chen and hurried to greet him.
“County Chief Han!” Sang Chen quickly saluted with a hand gesture. 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
Hearing Sang Chen’s address, Ran Yan couldn’t help but take a few more looks at County Chief Han, the father of the deceased from Jinling County, dressed in a deep blue uniform without embroidery, with a beard only three or four inches long, neatly groomed but his slightly fat face wore a hint of tiredness and paleness, possessing the unique gentle and elegant air of people from Jiangnan.
County Chief Han’s gaze lightly drifted over Ran Yan, not asking further details since Sang Chen did not introduce her, then said, “I appreciate Mr.
Sang’s assistance with my son’s case.”
“Not at all, County Chief Han and I share comradeship from our school days, I couldn’t just stand by idly with such an incident occurring,” Sang Chen responded appropriately and walked with County Chief Han towards the Morgue.
Among the dozen people in luxurious attires, there were only two women, one about fifty and the other around thirty.
The group followed behind County Chief Han and Sang Chen, the older woman sizing up Ran Yan before, with the aid of the middle-aged woman, she followed as well.
Ran Yan silently carried the suitcase behind them.
The Morgue was located in the West Suburb, quite far from the market places, so there weren’t many pedestrians, hence even with so many people together, there was no concern about causing an uproar.
As soon as they entered the Morgue, a gust of cold wind blew towards them, carrying a faint smell of decaying corpses, which in summer, startlingly made one feel cold starting from the soles of the feet.
The government officials at the Morgue all looked half-dead, the leader just glanced at County Chief Han and said, “County Chief Han, please follow me.”
“Thank you,” County Chief Han’s voice trembled slightly.
The sight of an elder sending off a younger, Ran Yan could understand, but seeing Sang Chen’s trembling legs from behind, somehow, her mood suddenly improved a bit.
The official took out keys and opened the door, “County Chief Han, please.”
County Chief Han turned to the elderly woman and said, “Mother, perhaps wait outside.”
“No, I want to see my Shan’er,” the old woman said firmly, and was actually the first to enter the morgue.
The rest of the people could only follow silently inside, Sang Chen turned as pale as a ghost, yet still anxiously glancing at Ran Yan and quietly asked, “Are you, not afraid?”
“Afraid,” Ran Yan, behind her mask, replied flatly, “It’s summer, the corpse is probably covered in livor mortis, completely unrecognizable, that look is quite like a fierce ghost, and also, do you smell that?
The stench of decay is already setting in.”
Ran Yan watched as Sang Chen’s handsome face lost all color, slightly curved her lips in comfort, “You requested the autopsy, you’re not planning to stay outside, are you?”
Soft sobbing sounds began coming from inside the room, Sang Chen tightly pressed his lips together, struggling with his thoughts for a long time without reaching a decision.
“Mr.
Sang, we can start the autopsy now,” County Chief Han’s voice came from inside.
At the sound, Sang Chen nearly fell in alarm.
Bracing himself against the doorframe, he pulled a smile more pitiful than crying and said to Ran Yan, “I, let’s go in.”
Entering the morgue, a colder air assaulted them, though there was no stench of decay, the place where the body was kept always had the aroma of death lingering.
The dimly lit room was illuminated by candles; only a single coffin was placed inside, all the windows were thickly covered, and chilly ice basins were placed around the corners of the walls to slow down the decomposition of the corpse during summer.
Sang Chen clenched his teeth and lowered his head as he walked in, thinking it would be fine as long as he didn’t look too closely at the coffin.
Ran Yan followed Sang Chen to the front of the coffin, set her suitcase down, and extracted the mask and gloves Wan Lu had made the previous day, putting them on.
Inside, the lighting was poor, naturally, she could no longer wear the ‘mask.’ After putting on the mask, Ran Yan took off the ‘mask.’
Her hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and the people from the Han Family immediately widened their eyes, her petite figure and exquisite build undeniably belonged to a young lady!
Ran Yan seemed not to notice the surprise of the people, lifted the shroud covering the corpse, and while putting on the gloves, she observed the condition of the body.
Ran Yan took out a newly prepared blank book and tossed it to Sang Chen, saying lightly, “Mr.
Sang, please take down some notes.”
Sang Chen, with trembling hands, flipped open the book.
His mind was a blank and he didn’t know what to record, so he just followed whatever Ran Yan instructed him.
However, just as Ran Yan was about to start the autopsy by reaching into the coffin, a voice shouted from outside, “Wait!”
