Forensic without kites

Chapter 316

Today is the new year, the Spring Festival is coming soon, all walks of life in the streets and alleys have almost started to have a holiday.

But Mo Bai couldn't be happy at all. This Spring Festival will be his and Jiang He's turn to be on duty.

Jiang He was fine, he was alone, doing whatever he wanted.Besides, Wenyun is gone this year, and the deserted home became even more deserted... His face darkened, and he turned to look at the dejected Mo Bai, and shook his head helplessly.

After Zhang Ting announced the mission yesterday, he has been like this.During the autopsy, the scalpel cut through the intestines and internal organs, and the foul-smelling juice splashed all over him.Now he opened the mortuary cabinet to check the corpse, but he just opened it and stood there stupidly, letting the cold air from the corpse blow on his face, without knowing it.

"Is it so uncomfortable? Stay with me, I don't look bad." Seeing his sadness, Jiang He was funny once in a while.

"Of course! I won't be able to ask the section chief for a red envelope this year! Don't you think I'll be sad!" Mo Bai slammed the door of the mortuary cabinet back, turned his head and roared.

"You can also ask the section chief for a red envelope this year," Jiang He said.

"How can it be the same! I have to be on duty during the Spring Festival! In case someone dies, you can't tell if you are busy or not based on your snail-speed autopsy! The most important thing is that the section chief doesn't like to be good at The person who left the post...but I really want to celebrate the New Year with the section chief..." Mo Bai grabbed the pull ring of the mortuary cabinet, the more he spoke, the more excited he became, and the last sentence was a bit choked up.

"Yes." Jiang He saw his reddish eyes and said.

"what?"

"This year the section chief will give you a red envelope." In order to prevent him from hearing, Jiang He raised his voice.

"I didn't want the section chief's red envelope..." Mo Bai snorted, turned his head and glared at him.

"I know what you're thinking." Jiang He understood, showing a faint smile.

"Why hasn't the chief come back?" Mo Bai said in silence.

"Didn't Zhang Ting say that he will come back tomorrow?"

"Hey, I really miss the section chief..." Mo Bai sighed weakly.

"Didn't you just come back from QHD yesterday?" Jiang He laughed.

"That's different..."

"What's different?"

Suddenly, in the inner room surrounded by the roar of the refrigerator, a female voice sounded.

The flashlight in Mo Bai's hand fell to the ground, he turned around in a daze, and when he saw the person coming, he immediately said with surprise, "Section Chief? Why are you back now!"

"Why, who stipulated that I can't come back now..." Wu Yuan's eyes moved to the protective glasses Mo Bai was wearing on his face, his face darkened, and he squinted, "Are you wearing my protective glasses?"

Unexpectedly, this question caused Mo Bai, who was immersed in great joy, to almost piss in fright.

"Uh...yes...it is." He moved his head slowly, watched her make a stiff smile, gently took off the protective glasses with both hands, and handed them to her.

Wuyuan took it.

"Chief, it's so cold, I want to wear it to help you warm the frame..." Mo Bai looked at her gloomy face, and said after thinking.

Wuyuan stopped wiping with her left hand, her cheeks twitched, and she pinched the protective glasses with her fingers and let them hang down on her trouser legs.

Jiang He stood aside, his black face flushed red from the corners of his mouth twitching.

"This is my protective clothing?" Wuyuan felt the veins on her forehead twitch violently.

"Yes...it belongs to you." Mo Bai slowly and firmly lowered his head to look at the protective clothing he was wearing. "Section Chief, I want to help you sit on the buttocks of the protective clothing, so that you won't be cold when you put it on..."

What the hell is this theory!
"Mo Bai, get out of here!" She finally couldn't bear it anymore and yelled.

"Oh, okay..." Mo Bai stomped his feet, as if he had been pardoned.

"Leave the clothes!"

"Follow the order! Section Chief!" As he said, he threw the flashlight out of the smooth floor, "Section Chief, look, I'm getting lost."

"..."

(End of this chapter)