As she walked into the morgue, the familiarity caused goosebumps to break out all over Mo Li's body. It had been a long time since she stepped into a morgue, Mo Li wondered if she had gone rusty or not.
Regardless, she soon found that comfort she always had inside the morgue. Mo Li always found dealing with the dead more comfortable than dealing with the living. After all, the living was cunning and sinister, plus they were capable of intense violence. In contrast, the dead was always quiet and obedient. Mo Li never had to worry about a body sitting up on the autopsy table and fire two bullets at her head.