The only response he had was the impassive sound of the door slamming shut.
Alice knew that Gong Jie was probably in a terrible mood.
He even responded impatiently to the usual light-hearted banter.
After all, a comrade had died. He was probably feeling very anxious.
…
In the morgue.
Gong Jie put on a coat and slowly walked in.
A group of people were cleaning up the corpse.
Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, everyone looked in the direction of the noise. They immediately bowed respectfully when they saw him. "Master Gong."
"How is he?"
"Still cleaning the dried blood off his body."
Gong Jie pushed through the crowd and walked over. He saw an unrecognizable man lying upright on the embalming table. Given how long he had been dead, his body was completely stiff. All his clothes had been carefully stripped off. The dried blood had caused his clothes and skin to adhere together.