The morgue's air conditioning was turned up high, and Shen Zhixia's fingers trembled slightly as she held the scalpel. Under the pale halo of the shadowless lamp, the man lying on the stainless steel autopsy table had a peaceful expression. If not for the gruesome wound on his neck, he might have just seemed to be in a deep sleep.
This was the third time she had seen Jiang Yan. The first time was in the precinct's autopsy room, where he had come as the newly appointed criminal police captain to observe her autopsy procedure. His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, yet it revealed a hint of approval when he saw her precise technique. The second time was at a crime scene on a stormy night, where she squatted in the mud to examine a body. Jiang Yan stood behind her holding an umbrella, silently shielding her from the slanted rain as he murmured, "Forensic Doctor Shen, your hair is wet."
And now, she was going to dissect with her own hands the man who had brought her late-night snacks during countless overtime hours, who had listened patiently when she was troubled by cases, and who had gently kissed her on New Year's Eve as fireworks bloomed in the sky.
Chapter 89