1889 Autopsy Result 2

With that, he led the father-daughter pair to his office, with Mu Yazhe following in tow.

Not until they entered the office area that Yun Yecheng discovered the police officers, whom he had imagined to be swamped with work, to be having a leisure chit-chat session over drinks.

They got to their feet right away, standing ramrod straight with a serious expression on their faces, when they noticed the presence of their police chief.

"Hello, chief."

Mu Yazhe swept a glance at the bustling office and commented with a frown, "How busy your bureau is!"

Fancy them busy chatting away over drinks!

Embarrassment colored the police chief's face as he let out a cough. He then smacked a table and strictly told off his staff. "Is this your working attitude whenever I'm not in the bureau?! Are all of you very free with nothing to do?!"

His subordinates bowed their heads, looking stricken and guilt-ridden. They dared not even exhale deeply.

Thus, he pretentiously gave this bunch of fellas a castigation in front of the man.

These officers, having been trained to be highly observant, could roughly tell what was going on just from the look on their chief's face. Knowing that they had either a superior dropping by for an investigation or a bigshot as a guest, they were all very cooperative in putting up an act with their chief.

"This elderly gentleman here was summoned to the bureau to identify a body! Whoever's in charge of this case, step out!"

A young officer stood up and stepped forward.

"Excuse me; are you Mr. Yun?"

Yun Yecheng shot him a glance. Internally, he was churning with fury at having to sit on a cold bench outside for the entire afternoon with no one tending to him, only to find out that the officer responsible for the case was having a merry time in the office.

"Yes."

"Oh. I apologize for making you wait, sir; I have just finished my work and was only taking a short tea break before attending to you. Now, please follow me; I'll be showing you the victim's clothes and belongings for identification purposes."

With that, the elderly man and his daughter followed the officer in charge into the morgue.

Mu Yazhe intended to go with them as well, but he was immediately stopped by the police chief.

"Please take a seat here, Chairman Mu; should there be any issues, I'll report to you."

"Yes, just wait here for me," said Yun Shishi.

"Alright. I'll wait for you, then."

He nodded in response.

"You can go have your dinner first if you're hungry. Oh, and remember to call the little ones; tell them I may not have time to have dinner with them!"

"Okay. Don't worry."

She then left after giving him a nod.

Upon entering the morgue, they had to put on masks and sterile gloves before the officer led them to the exhibition room.

In the box that he opened lay two bags; one of them contained the victim's belongings collected at where the body was found, and the other contained the victim's clothes.

The clothes, having been soaked in the sea for a long time, had long faded of its colors. The impact of the moving seawater and fishes gnawing at its fabric had rendered them tattered as well. Nevertheless, Yun Yecheng recognized them at once. He had bought those clothes from a shopping mall for his wife as her birthday gift.

She had worn them even at the hospital that day, though the mother-daughter pair was nowhere to be seen since then.

His mind exploded upon sighting these clothes!

"It's her…"

It was too big of a blow to him that his face instantly lost its color and took on a deathly pallor!

Even Yun Shishi was shocked. She could vaguely recognize these articles of clothes as well. This red jacket and this piece of haute couture dress were what her foster mother used to wear.