C466 Cold Wind Practice

It snowed again.

The gloomy sky almost crushed the city.

After getting up and washing up in the morning, he put on his coat and drove to the company.

A doctor at the door recognized Ann Qianxi and asked where she was going. Ann Qianxi said, "Go to the mortuary."

The cemetery near the morgue of the crematorium. Because the price of the cemetery was too high, a small tombstone here was almost ready to go to a house in the public center.

Ordinary people couldn't afford it. To put it bluntly, even if they died, they wouldn't be able to afford it.

After passing through the cemetery and finding the administrator, Ann Qianxi quickly came to the end of the corridor. It was the morgue. Many people thought that the morgue was underground but in fact, it was not usually on the ground. Moreover, it was usually at the southwest corner of the cemetery.

The staff rarely stepped in and it was very easy to connect.

After entering, Ann Qianxi knocked on the door first. The one who received Ann Qianxi was a short and skinny old man with a yellow face.

Because Ann Qianxi's cemetery in the city center was newly renovated, the mortuary room was also larger than the usual mortuary room. There was a large "Lie" character on the wall of the hall.

There were three gurney beds in the room and five corpse-storage cabinets against the wall. It looked very simple.

It was also very cold inside. Ann Qianxi still felt the cold wind even though she was wearing a thick sweater.

"What are you doing?" The old master was silent for a while and slowly turned to Ann Qianxi. His voice was hoarse.

"I want to find someone." Ann Qianxi thought about her words, "This person." Ann Qianxi took out the photo.

The old master's yellow face twitched. "Okay, Director An. Let me show you." He said respectfully.

Before coming, the cemetery staff had already greeted the old man in the morgue. Therefore, he knew Ann Qianxi's identity and would not be so impatient to speak.

Ann Qianxi lowered her head and pursed her lips. She looked at the cremation box inside. Those who were still there were patients who had just passed away and their bodies would not stay there for long.

On the other side was the special cabinet of the urn.

Following Ann Qianxi's gaze, the old master seemed to understand what Ann Qianxi was thinking. His voice did not have any emotions, "Chi Shengyan's ashes are here."

"Okay." Ann Qianxi suddenly asked him nervously. A bad feeling rose in her heart.

"Chi Shengyan." The old master paused and walked around the cold room. He stared at the cremation box. "A few years ago, when I first started working here, I received protection for the ashes. This is the most important protection. It can't be finished. I just received a notice from the higher-ups that this is to be sent to the autopsy."

"The autopsy? Chi Shengyan?" Ann Qianxi's heart skipped a beat. She thought that it should be with that murder. It was also related to Chi Shaojun. The old master recalled what happened back then when Ann Qianxi asked him about it. He turned around and took the diary from the table and passed it to Ann Qianxi.

The old master's hands were like pine tree bark. They were dry and rough. The outer shell of the diary was bound with black paper. On the ink paper were the words written in carbon pen. When he roughly skimmed through it, the surface of the table was all black.

The bottom right corner of the paper was slightly curled due to the old age. When he saw the densely packed forms, he said, "President of the Chi's, Chi Shengyan." When she said these few words, Ann Qianxi's thoughts slowly returned to the past. The time of death on the paper was a few years ago at 12 o'clock in the evening.

Ann Qianxi suddenly missed Chi Shaojun very much. She should not have come to a place like the cemetery. If he was beside her, Ann Qianxi would definitely grab her hand. She should be able to feel Ann Qianxi's trembling.

"Why did Chi Shengyan die? What exactly is going on?" Ann Qianxi nervously asked Ann Qianxi herself, but Ann Qianxi did not know anything.

Ann Qianxi looked up at the corpse on the gurney next to the cremation box covered by white cloth. She suddenly remembered that Master Song in the mortuary had told Ann Qianxi that they all affectionately called the mortuary "home."

He said that those who passed away had souls and they could still see them. Those who heard about the people in the world just did not understand this principle.

Ann Qianxi felt that the white wall opposite her, Chi Shengyan's soul, was looking at Ann Qianxi without moving. Her eyebrows cast a long and narrow shadow under the bright white light. Her clear eyes were completely hidden in the darkness.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. The air seemed to be motionless. Ann Qianxi could not even hear her own heartbeat as she was sucked in from a certain hole.

The entire morgue was like a slow silent movie. Ann Qianxi walked downstairs in this long silent movie.

At the entrance of the cemetery, there was a group of people surrounding it. When Ann Qianxi walked over, she saw these people from afar. She felt that these people were from far away. I feel like I'm in a lonely vacuum. The sound disappeared into a universe cave.

It was only when he saw two detectives in uniform, one tall and one short, standing there, that he realized that all of this was not Ann Qianxi's dream. Something had really happened.

When she walked over, she felt as if she had stepped on two lumps of cotton under her feet. It was weak and weak. Although Chi Shengyan had died many years ago, the gloomy aura of death still lingered in her heart.

She thought that the first person who could help find the person who killed Chi Shengyan was Detective Deng, so she went to the Detective Agency.

"Director An, are you here to find out the cause of Chi Shengting's death again?" Detective Gao Zi asked Ann Qianxi. Ann Qianxi nodded and pointed at the people around her expressionlessly. "Okay, this is my internal information."

This was a small lecture hall. It was used by doctors to study for meetings. The room was dark and it was very dark even when the lights were switched on.

The company was the first to be questioned.

The short detective said, "From the news in the past, it was found that the deceased died at night."

"It was past twelve o'clock at night."

"Can you tell us about the crime scene at that time?"

The detective said.

"At that time, Chi Shengyan went home as usual and was assassinated."

"The next day, on the rooftop, the staff found out. They were shocked and reacted for a long time before calling the company's people. In the end, they chose to call the police."

The short detective then called Fang Qingqing over. This was because the witness from back then was too traumatized and had some mental issues. Therefore, her guardian, Fang Qingqing's mother, was by her side.

It was very cold in the room, and her mother even put on a coat for her very kindly. However, she was as thin as a raw fillet, and her clothes were so big that it felt like a falling date.

Fang Qingqing stammered and said some broken words. She answered for the longest time.

It was very late at night, and Chi Shengyan fell asleep in his office. Suddenly, he was pushed away. That person pushed Chi Shengyan. "Who are you?"

Chi Shengyan rubbed his eyes and saw a pair of big eyes staring at him, "My name is Fang Qingqing."

Chi Shengyan looked at her hospital gown and knew that she was also a patient, so he asked softly, "What is it?"

Fang Qingqing did not say anything. She pointed to the door. "Director Chi, it's late. It's time to get off work."

Fang Qingqing nodded.