Chapter 1412 The Devil Is a Girl (13)

Barely taking a look at Xia Ling, Bai Yanyan accepted her explanation.

She took money from Xia Ling and a bank card.

"What's the password?"

"Six eights."

"Very good." Bai Yanyan whistled, the corners of her lips curled up, she was casual and handsome, "Let's go, my honest brother, today I will take you to see your horizons and see the world."

"Okay." Xia Ling instinctively thought about it, but she didn't say it.

Taking her with her, Bai Yanyan left the community, and waved for a taxi.

In broad daylight, the bar is closed, unless it is a sensual place...

Before going, Xia Ling guessed whether it would be a place like heaven and earth, or an informal ktv or something.

But after arriving, Xia Ling really opened his eyes.

——Old Alley, the largest crematorium in City A.

Bai Yanyan didn't go anywhere else with her, but ran to the funeral parlor attached to the entrance of the old alley.

The shops selling painting circles, shrouds, and coffins on this street are next to each other, and the wreaths and paper horses tied at the door are a bit taboo to look at.

"Why are we here?" Xia Ling followed behind Bai Yanyan, not knowing what kind of medicine Bai Yanyan was selling in her gourd.

The old god Bai Yanyan is here, "Working, help the steward here clean up the corpses."

Xia Ling: "...I didn't give you money, why do you still work here?"

Bai Yanyan smiled mysteriously, "Who said I came here for money?"

Xia Ling was a little silent by her smile.

Follow Bai Yanyan in, the corridor of the funeral home is obviously colder than the outside, Bai Yanyan is indeed a regular customer here, she found a white coat and a mask for herself, and found another for Xia Ling.

The two of them were wearing overalls, followed Bai Yanyan and led him into a funeral room.

There are numbers in this room. There are number plates in front of each corpse, and behind the number plates, the ice coffin is hidden in the wall, and the corpses are all in drawers.

Walking into the innermost part, Bai Yanyan opened an ice box.

There was a pale woman's face in it.

The woman looked to be in her early thirties, and there was an obvious scar on her brow, which looked like a blunt instrument wound, and the wound had congealed.

"Zhang Wanjuan?" Xia Ling saw that this woman looked familiar, and after a few more glances, she immediately recognized her.

This memory is not from her, but from Zhao Haoran.

Zhao Haoran is now a police officer in the Small Public Security Bureau of City A.

Zhao Haoran has an impression of the recent cases in the city, and he cannot get in touch with his level, but these files can be seen in the entire system.

Zhao Haoran was entrusted to help sort out the files before, so he has some impressions of this brutal wife killing case.

"You recognize it? Tsk. I didn't expect that our glorious people's policeman didn't make a living in the public security system." Bai Yanyan put on the gloves skillfully. She inspected the woman's wound, and then carefully looked at the pupils. and neck.

On Zhang Wanjuan's neck, the deadly suffocation handprint has turned into a horrible bruise from the wound, and it seems that there are traces of spreading outward, and there are some brown spots.

Xia Ling had never dealt with a corpse like this before.

But looking at it this way, Bai Yanyan looked at the corpse very sophisticatedly, as if she could really understand something.

She is not afraid at all?

"Bai Yanyan, if you look at the corpse behind someone's back, the police will know that you will be prosecuted." Xia Ling warned her.

"Look what this is?" Bai Yanyan casually threw a certificate, which was a forensic medical cooperation investigation certificate.