The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

Bai Ye's fingers moved tremblingly on Chen Yang's charred body, and the cold touch penetrated his skin through the gloves, as if the resentment of the deceased was crawling up along his fingertips and entwining around his heart.

He forced himself to concentrate and carefully examine every wound, but his mind kept replaying the scene of Chen Yang seeking his help a few days ago.

That ambitious face, those solemn promises...

Now, everything has turned into charcoal, exactly the same as that report, like some kind of silent mockery, laughing at his stupidity and arrogance.

"Punctured lungs, doused with oil and burned..."

Bai Ye whispered softly, with a kind of panic that was hard to conceal in his voice.

"Why did I choose to help Chen Yang in the first place? Damn it, it doesn't matter. What matters is that everything is different from what Chen Yang told me?"

Bai Ye didn't know what went wrong, he wanted to find Chen Yang to ask for clarification, but Chen Yang was now lying on his morgue, waiting for him to speak up and seek justice for him.

Forensic doctor, a profession that speaks for the dead? ! !

"Damn it, damn it, Chen Yang, you deserve to die, you really deserve to die, but how come you really died?"

Bai Ye was in a state of confusion. The hand holding the pen kept shaking. Sweat flowed down his forehead and dripped onto the white paper, leaving blurry water marks.

"Medical Doctor Bai, when will the report be available?"

Dong Ping pushed the door open, frowning and covering his nose, while urging,

"The body will have to be taken to the incinerator later, so don't delay the process."

Bai Ye barely came back to his senses, looked up at Dong Ping, and forced out a smile that even he found ugly:

"Very soon, very soon...give me a little more time."

Dong Ping nodded and made a gesture to leave.

However, the moment he turned around, Bai Ye grabbed his sleeve as if suddenly driven by some force.

The fingers exerted such force that Dong Ping almost stumbled.

"Inspector Dong, wait a moment. Can you tell me what happened? Why did Chen Yang die? Also, what kind of character is Feng Mu?"

Bai Ye asked quickly, his voice filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

Dong Ping turned around with a complicated expression on his face.

He stared at Bai Ye for a few seconds, his eyes seemed to contain some pity, yet also mixed with a hint of mockery.

He laughed and shook his head: "You don't know? Feng Mu is Captain Feng's son? Then how dare you help Chen Yang? Oh, yes, I was wrong before. Chen Yang is also an idiot."

Bai Ye's expression froze instantly, and the color drained from his face. He choked up in his throat and stammered:

"Feng...Captain Feng? So, it was Captain Feng who helped Feng Mu get rid of the crime?"

Dong Ping patted Bai Ye's shoulder meaningfully, as if he had seen the latter and Chen Yang lying side by side. The corners of his mouth curled up with a hint of evil taste, and without further explanation, he only said faintly:

"No, it was Captain Li Shang who exposed Chen Yang's trick."

Bai Ye's face instantly turned green, his mind full of question marks. He lowered his head to meet Chen Yang's eyes that had turned into black holes, and his body shuddered violently.

Forensic doctor, speaking for the dead?

Bai Yu took out a pen with sweat on his forehead and wrote quickly on the autopsy report. Soon, he had written a report of thousands of words, which was well-reasoned, consistent with the evidence, and logically closed, about Chen Yang's self-immolation out of fear of crime.

Dong Ping's face twitched when he looked at the report in his hand. With his experience as a senior detective, he could not find any loopholes in this autopsy report.

The homicide was diagnosed as suicide, and the suicide was diagnosed as homicide. The forensic doctor was in the dark. It was so terrifying!

Dong Ping was full of praise in his heart. He gave Bai Ye a thumbs up and said, "This report is very good. Very good."

Bai Ye wiped the sweat from his forehead, forced a wry smile, and said modestly: "No, it's just my job..."

After a pause, he swallowed hard and finally raised his head, his eyes filled with a little expectation, a little bitterness, and a little complete despair:

"So, Detective Dong... do you think there's still a chance I can be saved?"

At five o'clock in the morning, Bai Ye dragged his tired body out of the police station. The early morning chill was like an invisible hand, gently patting his face.

His mind was still in a daze, and Chen Yang's charred face lingered in his mind, like a thorn in his flesh, making it hard for him to breathe.

He mechanically got into the car, started the engine, and drove out of the parking lot, slowly merging into the empty street.

The city seemed to be still asleep at this time. The streets were empty. There were only a few scattered lamps in the upper city with dim lights, making the night in the lower city even darker.

Bai Ye's eyes were unfocused, his grip on the steering wheel was sometimes light, sometimes heavy, and his mind kept replaying the circumstances of Chen Yang's death and the forged autopsy report.

Every word in the report was like a carving knife, cutting into his nerves.

The name Feng Mu, a name he had never met before, was like a knife hanging over his head, ready to fall at any time.

He could even imagine that he was only one step away from lying on his favorite dissecting table.

The car drove into the underground garage. The light was dim and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The beam of light from the car headlights swept across the wall, casting broken shadows, like torn black cloth, swaying and twisting on the wall as the car moved.

Bai Ye parked the car, pushed open the door, and walked towards the apartment building with heavy steps.

Just as he reached out to grasp the handle of the unit door, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something unusual out of the corner of his eye.

In the dim light, there was a shadow at his feet.

That shadow was not his.

Bai Ye's movements suddenly stopped, his whole body was as stiff as a stone, his fingers still grasping the door handle, frozen in the air, even the breath in his throat was frozen

"Don't move."

A deep voice sounded in his ears, and the voice was as cold as if it had just been fished out of an ice cellar. Before the voice was finished, the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against his lower back.

Bai Ye's pupils suddenly contracted and the heartbeat in his chest instantly went out of control.

He felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, and the cold sweat on his back almost soaked his shirt in an instant.

The cold touch of the gun muzzle pierced his skin, and the feeling was very much like the dagger that pierced Chen Yang's lungs in the autopsy report.

"Come with me, the minister wants to see you."

The voice rang out again, like the verdict before the execution, cold and unquestionable.

Bai Ye swallowed, his throat dry as if it had been burned. He slowly let go of the door handle and raised his hands, his movements stiff and slow.

Bai Ye did not resist. He knew that resistance would only make him die faster. He was just a forensic doctor who could only kill people on paper. In reality, he couldn't use any martial arts skills.

He was led at gunpoint to a black car, the door was opened, and he bent down and sat in.

Inside the car, Feng Mu sat in the back seat with a calm expression and gentle eyes, as if he was just waiting for an old friend.

"Thank you for your hard work, Doctor Bai. It's our first meeting. I'm Feng Mu. I hope you don't mind my uninformed visit."

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