Zong Zhengdong raised his eyebrows and walked over without hesitation.

Men's military leather boots are stepped on the brick floor, stable and agile.

Zong Zhengdong walked through the dark corridor calmly, and wherever he passed, it seemed that some molecules in the air were lit up. So the dim floor suddenly became brighter, no longer as much as before.

When he finally stood in front of the forensic forensic department office, a series of slight bursts came from behind him, all the poorly contacted incandescent lamps were extinguished at the same time, and scattered broken glass scattered in the corners of the wall.

He let out a long sigh.

"Squeaky--"

The office door opened from the inside, and the voice of the telephone, which was as gentle as the piano, also rang out: "Please come in."

"Sorry, I didn't take it away for a while." Zong Zhengdong seemed a little apologized and stood by the door and greeted the person inside: "The yin energy is a little heavier."

"It's okay, sit." The people in the room spoke kindly, as if they didn't mind at all.

The long corridor suddenly became dark again, and under the gloomy incandescent lamp, several pieces of broken glass were shining with cold light.

Zong Zhengdong walked in expressionlessly, found a chair and sat down.

The forensic doctor's office is about fifty or sixty square meters, divided into two parts by a row of long sofas. The left half should have a rest area, which is elegantly arranged. The only regrettable thing is that several green plants are not growing well, and a pot of green baskets almost completely die.

The work area on the right half looks quite messy. The long workbench along the wall is filled with folders, paper and various small medical devices. On the wall near the corridor is a large bookcase with the top, which completely blocks the two windows, and the books in the bookcase are arranged neatly.

The glassware that should be located here that is immersed in human or animal organs does not exist.

Zong Zhengdong's brows moved.

The strange formalin taste has not diminished at all, but has not become rich, as if it has been maintained at a fixed value and does not change with the changes in the environment.

Zong Zhengdong turned his gaze without a trace and looked at the man sitting in front of the workbench.

Cheng Beiguo.

The head of the Forensic Forensic Forensic Section of the Xicheng Branch of the Imperial Capital Police Station and the clan of the Cheng family.

The Cheng family is the leader of the only six remaining cultivation families in China. The head of the Cheng family holds important positions in the highest administrative department in China.

At this moment, Cheng Beiguo turned his back to Zong Zhengdong and fiddled with a complex instrument.

He had a straight back, and even if he sat, he felt like a pine and bamboo. Although the half-old white coat on his body was a little loose, the clean lines of his shoulders, neck, and waist and back could be vaguely seen under the thin fabric.

It can be seen that the Cheng clan has a very good body proportion, with every bone and every muscle growing in the most appropriate position, without any unnecessary or lacking.

About five or six minutes later, Cheng Beiguo finally completed the work at hand, got up and turned to Zong Zhengdong and stretched out his hand, with a very friendly smile on his face:

"Lucky, I'll make you wait for a long time."

Under the dim light, his smile was like the moonlight reflected in the wave heart of the spring night, and everything was overshadowed by this smile.

Even if you don't look at his almost perfect height and outstanding temperament, just this smile is dazzling enough.

"Good meeting." Zong Zhengdong also stood up and stretched out his hand to shake him.

For some reason, the lights in the corridor suddenly lit up the moment when their hands touched each other, and then dimmed again.

The two of them let go of their hands at the same time and looked at each other without saying a word.

The tall and agile man as sharp as a black panther cut his eyes on the same tall and slender man's cold eyes as if wrapped in a body bag.

The workbench began to shake irregularly, and the folders and surgical instruments on it were placed jumping "bang bang bang", and there was a danger of falling to the ground at any time; the yellow halo projected by the floor lamp expanded out half a circle, and then returned to normal; it seemed that someone in the room pressed the pressure pump, and the air pressure rose to the boiling point within one second, and then dropped to the freezing point after one second.

"Beep, beep, beep", the beep of the instrument suddenly rang.

The stalemate air suddenly became smooth, the folders and papers were all in their place, and the floor-standing lights were soft, as if nothing had happened.

Cheng Beiguo took his pocket without any reason, turned around and walked to the workbench, opened the door of the instrument cabin marked with the yellow mark "High-pressure Danger", took out a teapot and a teacup from it, and asked without looking back: "Do you drink tea?"

Zong Zhengdong's mouth twitched.

So, is this guy cooking tea just now?

“High temperature disinfection.”

Cheng Beiguo raised his teacup and signaled to Zong Zhengdong, as if reminding him not to ignore another link in his work.

Zong Zhengdong's lips stretched into a straight line.

Cheng Beiguo seemed to be unaware of anything, poured himself a cup of tea, took a few sips slowly, then closed his eyes and sighed with satisfaction as if no one was around.

Zong Zhengdong's forehead veins jumped significantly a few times, took a deep breath, opened his lips and said:

"I want to ask you to help you check out these three phones."

No extra politeness, go straight to the point.

Cheng Beiguo opened his eyes, but did not look at him, but looked down at the teacup.

Zong Zhengdong walked to the workbench and took out the cell phones of Huang Manling and others.

All three mobile phones are case evidence, so the mobile phones are covered with plastic evidence bags. Among them, except for Li Jianguo's mobile phones, Huang Manling and Sun Yong's mobile phones are seriously damaged, and several of them are still attached to tape.

Cheng Beiguo finally put down the teacup and walked over, picked up the plastic bag and looked at the cell phone inside.

His expression was very focused, but his dark eyes were calm and silent, as if he had lost his focal length, but he was clearly staring at something.

Zong Zhengdong felt that he was looking at his cell phone as a corpse.

"I'll try." After a moment, Cheng Beiguo nodded.

Just like Zong Zhengdong, he is simply and directly, and does not have any taboos because of the other party's identity as Zong Zheng's son.

This is certainly due to his own or his own demeanor, but it is undeniable that he should adhere to the concept of "human life is greater than heaven" just like Zong Zhengdong.

Zong Zhengdong's tense heartstrings relaxed.

However, before he could thank him, Cheng Beiguo raised his chin and said, "Close the door."

At this moment, a strong will burst out from Cheng Beiguo, just like a coroner who held a scalpel to cut open the chest and abdominal cavity of the corpse, and witnessed the death of the rigorous life. It is natural, and there is no doubt.

Of course, this is unquestionable and only in the usual sense, and Zong Zhengdong is obviously at an abnormal level.

Therefore, Zong Zhengdong paused for five seconds before walking over and closing the office door and locking the insurance.

It is necessary to close the door, but he has his own conclusions when to close, how to close it, and what strength to hold.

At this moment, Zong Zhengdong showed the beliefs of Zong Zheng’s family and his sons all over his body.

The reflection arc is really long.
Chapter completed!