Chapter 147

In the silent morgue, the dim yellow ceiling light on the aisle not far away flickered from time to time because it was too old.

There was silence around, and only the police on duty seemed to shout in the dark.

In this house, the most common are the cold and grotesque bodies placed in the morgue cabinets.

If an ordinary person is here, I'm afraid he has screamed and fled in fear.

But the person who opened the "Tan Mingliang" shroud seemed to be used to the surrounding environment.

He quickly took out a disposable injection needle, took out a small Xilin bottle, pumped out the liquid in the bottle, and then aimed at the right chest position of "Tan Mingliang" and punctured it accurately.

In the injection needle, the silver liquid seeps slowly until it is completely submerged in Tan Guangming's body.

About five minutes later, Tan Mingliang's body, which should have been cold and stiff and lost all its vitality, suddenly sank down in his chest and clapped in an instant.

The strong breath came from Tan Mingliang's throat, from rapid to gentle, to almost as light as silence.

The man who was half kneeling beside him had put away the injection needle and Xilin bottle, lowered his eyebrows and eyes all the way, and made a humble and obedient gesture.

Until Tan Mingliang slowly opened his eyes, he pressed his left hand on his right chest, bowed only, made a strange ceremony, and then whispered something in a strange language.

"Tan Mingliang" took his wet towel and slowly wiped his face full of blood and mud.

Wiping, the blood and mud disappeared, but a layer of dander fell off his face.

In the dark morgue, Tan Mingliang's face disappeared, replaced by a face that anyone can't forget as long as they see it and a pair of dark green deep eyes.

The man kneeling next to him just looked at it. He quickly lowered his head, took the wet towel and asked, "didn't you just want to see Professor Qiao when you came to Yundu banquet this time? What happened at the banquet? How could you use fake death to escape?"

"Tan Mingliang" smelled the speech, lifted up the corners of his lips and smiled gently. His dark green eyes twinkled in the dark night. "I met a... Very interesting... Little thing. I want to take her back as my most valuable collection. Unfortunately, it was blocked."

The man kneeling next to him was surprised, and his face showed a look of amazement.

How could he hear the word "very interesting" from this population?

Moreover, in Yundu, the least place to expose his whereabouts, he even wants to take people back?

He even wanted to ask who the "little thing" was, but he finally endured it and went back.

"Tan Mingliang" moved his hands and feet. After his cold body completely warmed up, he stood up and let the man serve him. He changed his clothes all over.

The snow-white gloves cover the man's slender hands with thin cocoons.

The black luxurious handmade suit sets off the man's figure with incomparably slender and noble spirit.

Finally, a delicate and simple dark gold pocket watch snapped open at the fingertips of white gloves.

The dial reflects a man's more profound and three-dimensional beauty than ordinary Oriental people.

The pointer in the pocket watch is rotating mechanically, making a clatter sound.

"Tan Mingliang" said faintly, "Ann, you're two minutes late."

The man called "an" fell to his knees without hesitation.

"Please punish!"

"Tan Mingliang" looked at him for a moment and then said, "get up. Have you arranged the rest?"

"Yes!" Ann breathed a sigh of relief and got up. "Originally, if there was no accident, you just had to leave normally by plane with Tan Mingliang's identity. But now that Tan Mingliang is dead, you naturally can't go back by the original route."

"To keep the clouds from staring at us, I mean -"

"Since Tan Mingliang is dead, let him... Really die."

This sentence is a little windy.

But the meaning is very clear and shocking.

In his mouth, a human life is like a mole ant. You can decide whether to turn him into a cold body.

The man who heard Ann's answer just answered lightly, "is it done?"

"Of course." Ann smiled and saw two more people carrying things in the slightly open and closed iron door.

After they saluted "Tan Mingliang", they opened the things they were carrying.

If a policeman from Yundu Public Security Bureau was present at this time, he would be stunned to see this scene.

Because it's a corpse, and it's Tan Mingliang's corpse.

His death is as like as two peas that just escaped from the morgue.

Ann still feels a little dissatisfied.

"I Yi Rong became a small policeman and mixed in the middle. I roughly knew the situation when you pretended to be dead, but I heard nothing. There are still some differences."

His fingers moved flexibly on Tan Mingliang's body for a while.

Soon, as like as two peas, as like as two peas, the corpse became almost identical.

Tonight, countless pairs of eyes watched Tan Mingliang jump from a building to commit suicide, and the body was transported to the police morgue.

Tomorrow, the medical examiner will conduct an autopsy on the body to determine whether it really committed suicide.

From now on, no one will see the flaw of the body.

Because Tan Mingliang is really dead.

He committed suicide by jumping from a building. The iron railing pierced his heart and died.

The iron door, which had been opened a gap, closed slowly and was creaked by the wind again.

The little policeman in the duty room yawned, straightened up and looked around.

After finding nothing unusual, he scratched his head and continued to doze off.

No one will find that a helicopter slowly landed on an abandoned building in the suburb of Yundu a few hours later.

The wind curled and blew the man's clothes and hair. The light of the morning reflected on his dark green eyes, but it could not shine any light, only like the darkness of the endless abyss.

Ann put her hand on her chest, bowed and said, "next, are you going back to Holland?"

The man looked in the direction of Yundu, suddenly raised his lips and asked, "do you remember who was the last king of Holland?"

Ann was stunned and immediately replied, "of course."

"Before you, Holland had many years of disorderly self destruction. The strong people who once ran rampant in Holland have died, injured and even escaped from Holland to turn themselves in to the police."

When Ann said this, there was a strange expression on her face, and she shook her head with ridicule and contempt.

Then he continued: "before the state of disorder, it was the nine songs of the tyrant who briefly unified Holland."