C181 He's Courting His Own Death

In the morgue of H City Hospital, Wang Fann looked at the three corpses on the morgue table. His eyebrows were furrowed like a lump, and the cigarette in his mouth was lit and dimmed, changing according to the rhythm of his breathing.

"These three victims, do you have any friends?" The young police officer stood at the side and asked Wang Fann in a low voice