Thud, thud.
Mu Zhiyang returned to the second floor of the forensic building and knocked on the door softly.
In recent days, Jiang Yuan had been practically living at the mortuary. As a public institution, the mortuary offered decent benefits, and typically had its own dormitories, provided long-term for staff from out of town or those without their own homes. However, since most people were reluctant to live there for extended periods, there were always vacancies. Jiang Yuan simply asked and was easily assigned a room.
For him, staying at the mortuary and focusing on the work he ought to be doing as a forensic doctor was more practical than commuting back and forth from Ningtai City.
Over the past few days, new bodies had been delivered to the mortuary—Zhang Hai was also revealing the locations where he had buried the bodies.
"Come in," Jiang Yuan's voice came through, and Mu Zhiyang gently turned the doorknob.