C128 This Poisonous Woman Could Not Escape!

Huangfu Sinan's voice, with an almost otherworldly charm, reached Yuvyuv's ears.

Yuvyuv felt a strong urge to lash out—not just at anyone, but at this supernatural being. This creature had thwarted her attempt to slip away unnoticed, and she made a mental note to settle the score with Huangfu Sinan later.

Sinan's smile was chillingly enigmatic as he glanced at the group of forensic experts, letting out a derisive laugh. "So, you think you can just dismiss my people at will? She's my assistant, and I decide what happens with her. Who are you to send her away?"

The forensic experts were taken aback by Sinan's words, their expressions turning sour.

The senior forensic expert scoffed, "Fine, since she's your assistant, you handle this situation yourself, Huangfu Sinan. We're done here."

With that, the senior expert stepped aside, and the other forensic experts, all his protégés, followed suit, standing behind their mentor.

Yuvyuv shrugged, standing next to Sinan. She didn't want to be near him, but he had a firm grip on her hand, making it impossible to pull away.

Sinan held her tightly, pulling her closer to the body, and asked, "How can we confirm if the person is still alive?"

"There is a way, but are you sure you want to use it?" Yuvyuv replied with a sly smile, her voice cutting through the room like a cold breeze.

Then, she deliberately raised her voice, "To determine if this person is still alive, the method is simple. However, once used, it guarantees death!"

Her words hung in the air, creating a moment of stunned silence.

Everyone's faces were marked with shock.

The senior forensic expert was the first to recover, sneering, "The person is already dead, so how can they be 'guaranteed' to die? Such childish nonsense."

Yuvyuv ignored the senior expert, though she thought to herself that he lacked the compassion and open-mindedness one would expect from someone in the medical field. Isn't it said that doctors have benevolent hearts?

"Little Demon, what's your plan?" Sinan asked with genuine interest.

"It's simple. Use a silver needle, pierce it right into the center of the heart. This will release the trapped toxins. The person will wake up but won't live for more than a minute."

Yuvyuv glanced at the needles on the surgical tray and shook her head. "These won't do; they're bent. We need straight silver acupuncture needles."

Everyone present, from the forensic experts to the woman on the floor, was taken aback.

Just then, a commotion erupted in the hallway. A police officer approached the entrance of the autopsy room with a group of people. Before the officer could speak, a tall, thin-faced man jumped forward.

Pointing at the woman on the floor, he shouted, "Officer, arrest this venomous woman! She dares to disturb my deceased brother's peace. Even in death, she won't let him rest!"

His face was a mask of grief and pain. Beside him, a short, sharp-eyed man stepped up to support him, calling out, "Brother, our second brother is watching from above. This wicked woman won't escape justice. The law will see to it."

He urgently turned to the officer, pleading, "Officer, you must help our family. My brother, out of kindness, took in this woman who collapsed at our doorstep. He planned to send her on her way once she recovered, but she clung to him instead. She sweet-talked him into marrying her and drove a wedge between us brothers, all to poison him. In the end, she did poison him to death. Officer, you can't let this heartless woman go unpunished!"

The short man wailed, clinging to the tall man, both of them tearfully begging the officers for justice.

The two brothers were crying with such heart-wrenching sorrow that even the forensic team seemed moved. As they looked at the woman on the ground, their gazes turned cold and sharp. It was clear they were starting to believe the brothers' story.

Only Yuvyuv noticed something was off about the woman sitting on the ground. Just moments ago, she had been crying out for help, but now her face was ashen. When she looked at the brothers, her eyes were filled with fear, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Yuvyuv realized that the woman was terrified of these two brothers. It was more accurate to say she feared her brothers-in-law. How could a woman, described as so malicious by the brothers, be afraid? If she were truly as wicked as they claimed, why would she appear so frightened? Even if she was pretending, she was doing an excellent job.

Yuvyuv found the unfolding drama increasingly intriguing. Normally indifferent and not one to meddle, she felt a sudden urge to get involved because of the brothers' loud accusations.

With a slight shift in her gaze, Yuvyuv stood in front of the lifeless body, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Her soft laughter reached everyone's ears, interrupting the brothers' cries for justice.

The brothers glared at Yuvyuv with hostility. "You, young lady, you look so innocent and kind, yet your heart is so cruel. Our brother is dead, and you stand there laughing over his body. That's too much."

"Big brother, it was this girl who said our brother wasn't dead. She's as sinister as that woman, wanting our brother dead but not peacefully," the shorter man angrily pointed at Yuvyuv.

"What? You dare disturb my brother's peace in the afterlife? I'll make you pay for this, you conniving little brat!"

The man with the long, thin face suddenly sprang up, raising his hand with a vicious intent to strike Yuvyuv. He lunged at her with a ferocity that made him seem like a thug.

The forensic team in the autopsy room was taken aback, momentarily frozen in place, not expecting the family member to lose control so completely. By the time they snapped out of it, the man's hand was already dangerously close to Yuvyuv's delicate face.

The team gasped in shock, and the senior pathologist quickly shouted, "Stop right there!"

Although he was annoyed with Yuvyuv for her reckless words, the senior pathologist was a good person at heart. He was genuinely worried that this fragile young girl might get hurt.

The other forensic experts, spurred by the senior's shout, rushed to restrain the man with the long face.

Sinan stood right next to Yuvyuv. He didn't move, though, because he had already noticed the gun slowly rising in Yuvyuv's small hand.

"Stay back! One more step, and I'll shoot you, you fool!"

Yuvyuv's face was icy cold, a hint of bloodthirsty menace flickering in her eyes. Her small hand gripped the Browning pistol firmly, holding it steady. The gun was already loaded, and her slender finger hovered over the trigger. With just a slight squeeze, the bullet would be unleashed.

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