C618 Wei I've Thought of What My Daughter Is Going to Call Me

Police station, morgue.

The air was reeking of disinfectant and the smell of natural corruption, repulsive and repulsive.

"Crash …" The young officer pulled open one of the many layers, and the rolling hot air mixed with the rotten smell of the corpse instantly drilled out.

"Ugh –" Gu Ruoxi couldn't hold it in any longer and puked on the sandwich.

"Madame Yuchi