Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 835: My Official Hat is About to be Taken Away!

Chapter 835: Chapter 835: My Official Hat is About to be Taken Away!

Under the fierce gaze of the woman, the male coroner’s eyes gradually became vacant, a hint of bewilderment appearing in them.

The red glow in the woman’s eyes receded, turning dark as she lifted the corners of her lips into a wild and arrogant curve, and barefoot, she walked step by step toward the door.

The location of the forensic department was secluded, and under normal circumstances, not many people passed by.

As the woman pushed open the door, two uniformed officers were coming towards her.

Seeing the woman standing at the door, their expressions first were startled, then recalling their colleague in the forensic department was still single due to his profession, a mocking look appeared on their faces.

They hurried over, ready to ask when the autopsy report of the celebrity involved in the homicide case would be ready.

As the two men approached, the woman’s face became clearly visible to them.

The more they looked, the more something seemed off. The officer on the far left quickly grabbed his close friend’s hand, "Wait—"

His voice was frightened, with an unwitting tremor, and horror surfaced in his eyes.

The officer on the right sized up the woman standing in the forensic department, and then his expression drastically changed, his face twitching as if he had seen a puppet.

The woman asked in a low voice, "Why am I here?"

Her raspy voice mixed with anger, a touch of confusion emerging in her eyes.

The officer standing a few meters opposite her, the one on the left, cursed under his breath and mechanically turned his head, "Is she a human or a puppet?"

The officer being asked pulled out a weapon and aimed it at the woman, cursing under his breath, "Damn it, how would I know, call for backup!"

The sense of duty he carried on his shoulders was what kept him somewhat rational in that moment.

His hand holding the weapon trembled slightly as he pointed the gun at the woman, "Don’t move, raise your hands!"

The woman’s eyebrows slightly knitted, her pale and haggard face showing contemplation, and after a moment, she slowly raised her hands.

The yelling officer notified others of the incident at the forensic department as quickly as possible.

Standing outside the main gate of the Criminal Investigation Bureau, Yuan Zwei, who was preparing to meet the Tianxing Team, felt sweat trickle down his forehead upon hearing that a corpse in the forensic department had come back to life.

Glancing at his few trusted subordinates around him, he nervously adjusted the brim of his hat and turned towards the back yard of the police station.

When the body was transported back from the hotel, many eyes were watching.

In front of everyone, who didn’t know that the celebrity Jin Ling was dead beyond doubt?

Now they were telling him that she wasn’t dead and had come back to life.

That joke was a bit too much!

One of his subordinates asked doubtfully, "Inspector Yuan, the Tianxing Team will arrive soon, aren’t you going to wait?"

Without turning his head back, Yuan Zwei yelled, "Wait any longer and I’ll lose my official cap!"

He hurried off, and midway, finding his speed too slow, he started to jog towards the direction of the forensic department.

Forensic department.

The two officers were drenched in sweat, barely hanging on when five or six officers rushed over.

Initially, they thought it was their team members fooling them, but seeing Jin Ling alive, everyone was stunned.

Some of them recognized Jin Ling, since after all, she was a celebrity.

Jin Ling wasn’t considered an eighteen-line star in the entertainment circle; she had acted in several popular dramas, although just in supporting roles, but she was attractive, and through the non-irritating characters in her dramas, she attracted a group of fans for her looks.

She was carried into the forensic department upon arrival.

It wasn’t long ago that she had been brought in horizontally, and now she was alive.

Could it be that their forensic department in the Criminal Investigation Bureau also possessed the power to resurrect the dead?

One solemn-faced young man said in a deep voice, "Inspector Yuan has been notified, and he’ll be here soon."

As they saw Jin Ling alive, they all drew their weapons, their dark gun barrels pointed at her.

Everything was too unbelievable, and they had to confront each other carefully.

Yuan Zhiwei ran to the backyard and from afar, saw Jin Ling standing outside the forensic department.

As the head of the bureau, he did have some brains and a keen sense for danger.

Intuition told him that something was very wrong with the expressionless Jin Ling.

This woman had been murdered, dying in the bathroom of the room where Xiaoying Emperor had stayed; the information of the deceased and the crime suspect had been delivered to his office desk immediately.

The person who had clearly died was now standing not far away, alive and well, which almost made Yuan Zhiwei wish he could faint to avoid the fear.

He clenched his fists tightly, recalling the beautiful face of Qin Ruan as he shakily pulled his cell phone from his pocket.

Outside the Criminal Investigation Bureau.

A black sedan stopped in front of a few officers waiting for the Tianxing Team.

The driver’s side door was opened from the inside.

Tall and sturdy with a resolute face, Lin Hao stepped out of the car. His eyebrows were rugged, and his body emanated a fierce evil Qi as he strode to the back door to pull it open.

Yuan Zhiwei’s trusted subordinate walked down the steps and cautioned, "This is the Criminal Investigation Bureau, you can’t park here at will."

Lin Hao looked up and met the gaze of the newcomer. His face was taut, showing a stern and sinister expression as he exuded a wild and unruly aura all around him.

Having spent many years in West City, some things were deeply ingrained in his bones.

He couldn’t say he disliked these uniformed people, but he definitely didn’t like them, as if it were a natural mismatch of auras.

Qin Ruan got out of the car, appearing before everyone’s eyes.

Her eyes, shimmering like rippling water, were especially captivating with a drunken haziness, looking particularly seductive.

The officer standing in front of the car was momentarily mesmerized, and Qin Ruan smiled at him, saying, "I apologize for the trouble, I’ll move the car immediately."

Lin Hao didn’t wait for Qin Ruan’s order and drove away with the valuable Huo Family car.

Qin Ruan was overly friendly, causing some embarrassment for the officer standing opposite, "Ahem... Miss, who are you looking for?"

The soothing ringtone of the phone sounded.

Qin Ruan showed a look of apology, "Sorry, let me answer this call."

She took out her cell phone and saw the caller ID, her delicate brows slightly raised.

"Madam Huo, the ’puppet’ has resurrected, you, you better come to the Criminal Investigation Bureau quickly!"

As soon as the call connected, Yuan Zhiwei’s voice came from the other end, filled with alarm and fear.

On hearing the word ’resurrection,’ Qin Ruan’s eyes narrowed, "I am right outside the door, where are you?"

"The forensic department, I’m in the forensic department, have someone bring you here!"

Yuan Zhiwei’s urging voice, as Qin Ruan pressed the speaker button, reached the ears of the people standing in front of her and those on the steps.

Qin Ruan looked up at the man in front of her, "You heard it too, Director Yuan asked me to go to the forensic department, could you please lead the way?"

Hearing the urgency in the voice of their top supervisor, the officer across from her looked Qin Ruan up and down.

His attitude became much more serious, "Follow me."

...

In the forensic department, Jin Ling stood motionless at the entrance.

Her bewildered eyes gradually shifted to a look of disdain, and her gaze unintentionally swept over the seven or eight officers opposite as if viewing the dead.

As if waiting for something, she remained silent, faced with the fierce threats from an officer. Her eyes, light and detached, stared back at the person who had spoken,

making his legs go weak and a chill run up his spine until she was finally satisfied and withdrew her gaze.