He sounded very excited.
Jiang Man was speechless, "Do you think this is a game?"
"Man, I find it entertaining, but you don't. Don't you want to be the real-life Bao Qingtian?"
"Bao Qingtian wasn't a coroner; he didn't conduct autopsies."
"So what? Coroners are great; they make corpses speak, they vindicate the dead, without them, who would seek justice for the victims?"
Wu Yingfan made a compelling point that Jiang Man couldn't distinguish whether he was just morbidly curious or genuinely compassionate.
"The third murder case has happened, Man. If you don't act, more people will die!"
"I can't believe you!" Jiang Man rose swiftly from the couch like a carp leaping out of water.
"You're so good at recommending jobs to people, it's a waste not to be a headhunter!"
"Hurry up, Man, I'm waiting for you downstairs."
His voice had barely ended when Jiang Man heard the continuous honking.