The autopsy lasted until after four in the morning, and taking advantage of the peak yin energy, everyone stitched up the body, pushed it into the refrigerated coffin, and then each took showers and changed clothes.
By the time they finished the whole process and left the funeral home, it coincided with the first wave of people coming to mourn.
Citizens walked uphill to enter the hall, while Jiang Yuan and others walked downhill to leave, and, if it weren't for the police car following them, they might have scared dozens into posting about it on their social circles.
Jiang Yuan went back to his little house, slept through the day, and wasn't woken up until the afternoon by a phone call.
"Jiang Yuan, I've sent someone to pick you up, let's have dinner together," Yu Wenshu invited Jiang Yuan with a cheerful tone.
Jiang Yuan looked at the time and realized it was already five o'clock, so he asked, "Is it because the suspect has been caught? Has he confessed?"