All Heavens Film and Television Adventurer

Chapter 348 Chapter 397 Director Ma's Request
The summer breeze blows, the land is full of vitality, and the clouds are piled up in the sky, like mist, veil, and thick smoke, so hazy that people can't see the distant mountains clearly...

The stagnant water flooded the ground, and the mouth of the well worked hard on its own functions... The entire city was reflected on the surface of the lake, tall buildings and buildings lined up one after another, and these buildings... there must be more in the future...

You see, the reflection of the city is stepping on your feet, and there are waves of ripples...

Early the next morning,
In the director's room at the Taipei Mission Station,
Yang Guimei and Li Fengbo submitted the report together...

"Director, this is the autopsy report from last night."

"Um……"

The curator is a middle-aged man with a low hairline. He has a simple and honest face, but he has a bit of a thief when he smiles. He is not tall but speaks dignifiedly... The curator's name is Ma Rulong.

Ma Rulong is sitting on a high-end sofa chair. He is wearing a relaxed and casual plaid shirt and an expensive brand-name watch on his wrist. He looks ordinary, but in fact, every product on his body is priced at Enough to be jaw-dropping...

Of course... with the salary of a curator, we absolutely cannot afford such expensive products...

There are desk lamps, ashtrays, pen holders and other sundries on the desk, but at the front of the desk... there stands a black statue of Guan Gong, holding a Qinglong Yanyue knife in his hand, and a red rabbit and a BMW under him, his movements are lifelike!
As a curator, no...as a policeman...no...anyone who travels in the world will more or less pay homage to Master Xiaguan.

Ma Rulong held the report and read it a little bit, and his voice became colder a little bit, "Suspected homicide...the cause of death is unknown?"

Li Fengbo sat on the sofa next to him and smoked, expressing that he didn't care about his own business. Yang Guimei crossed his arms and watched Ma Rulong's reaction nervously.

"Is this really good?" Ma Rulong asked in Hakka, and he asked exactly the same rhetorical question as Li Fengbo did back then.

"My report is based on current judgments (in both cases, mold was found in the sinuses of the deceased)..." Yang Guimei explained earnestly, "and I think...these two cases are related."

Li Fengbo had long forgotten to smoke, and Li Fengbo just stared at Ma Rulong, his eyes widened... The attitude of the superior is very important...

I saw Director Ma throwing the report on the desk angrily. What the director wanted was not to justify, but another way to deal with it. Since Yang Guimei is such an idiot, he doesn't mind stating some words directly.

Ma Rulong looked at Yang Guimei, and said coldly in Hakka dialect, "The body has been re-examined, and a new report has been written." Maybe he felt that speaking like this was too kind, so he switched back to Mandarin and said, "Xiao Yang, you still think we are in trouble now. Are there not enough? Now you want to mess with the Legislative Yuan? Please use your brain, the one who died now is the mistress of the Legislative Yuan!”

Ma Rulong snorted, and added, "Check your heart again. Anyway, people die of heart paralysis every day these days, and there are many suicides."

Yang Guimei bowed his head and remained silent, while Li Fengbo nodded his head and was about to take another puff of his cigarette... He accidentally discovered that the cigarette had been burnt out, so he had no choice but to throw it into the ashtray...

Director Ma's meaning is obvious, forging an autopsy report, whether it is suicide or natural death, in short, he cannot choose to kill... This matter must be turned into a big thing and a small thing!

This prosperous world is as you wish...Judicial justice is fully revealed in this small office.
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In the home of Yellow Fire Earth——

Shen Lang was lazily lying on the sofa. His work in the foreign affairs team was really idle, so it didn't matter whether he went or not... If there was something urgent, the other party would naturally call him... No one called, that means I really don't need to exist...

Thinking back... It's been almost a day since I skipped work at noon yesterday... It's really a miracle in the capitalist world that nothing happened. Oh, deduction of performance.

Qingfang made breakfast, salty porridge fried dough sticks and fried eggs, it tasted good.

The family of three ate and chatted, Shen Lang looked at Qingfang's face and muttered in his heart, "According to the actor's age, she is old enough to be my mother..."

"Do you have anything to do today?" Qingfang asked.

"Uh...it's okay." Shen Lang said.

"What do you mean it's OK?"

"That is: you can have something, or you can have nothing."

"Haha, I've never seen you so glib." Qingfang smiled, feeling increasingly uncomfortable in her heart. She shook her head, "I just thought you were free. I'm busy today." Work, let's go like this, you take your sister to the hospital for a review in the morning. If you go late, the doctor needs to rest."

"Okay."

Shen Lang agreed,

The Devil's Claw rubbed Huang Meimei's little head.

"Woooo..." Huang Meimei, who couldn't speak, could only protest in a low voice, as if to say, 'I hate it, you've messed up my hair.'

After breakfast was finished, Qingfang went to work. Shen Lang let Huang Meimei get into the back seat of the car, and he drove in front with peace of mind. The latest music in August was playing on the car player... Is it Tao Jiji's name called Black Dante?Wrong... it's called 'Black Willow'... Anyway, it sounds good.

But... Tao Zhe gradually faded out of the music world after 02... I don't know why...

Taipei Hospital——

There are quite a few people waiting in the corridor. It is very rare to meet this chief physician, who specializes in this kind of neuropsychological intractable diseases...

"Huang Meimei's parents." The little nurse shouted.

"Yes!" Shen Lang stood up.

"come on."

"Hmm."

Shen Lang thought for a while and did not choose to bring Huang Meimei. The disease has not been cured for two years, and the doctor will probably only sing bad news. Let her daughter hear it, and she will definitely feel heartbroken.

"You wait here, I'll buy you some oranges... No... You just wait here obediently, I'll be back soon." Shen Lang said.

Huang Meimei blinked, as if to say, 'Guess if I will be obedient'

After bypassing the eleventh ward, Shen Lang followed the nurse through the long corridor, and finally stopped and entered a dark office. It was really hurt if the office was not facing the sun... The lights had to be turned on during the day...

Shen Lang sat down. The doctor looked at the medical record without saying a word, while the nurse next to him was actively sorting out the medical equipment.

The doctor asked, "Has she continued to take her medicine?"

I don't know... Believe in Qingfang's supervision ability, Shen Lang said, "Yes, I have been eating."

The doctor nodded, "That's good. Although the effect of the medicine is very limited, it will be better if you take it."

"I understand." Shen Lang nodded repeatedly.

After receiving the order, the next step is to pay for the medicine and it's over.

Shen Lang stepped back, only to find that Huang Meimei was missing, "Where is the person? Eh?"

The worries in his heart just came to him, suddenly... his trouser legs were pulled down, Shen Lang hurriedly turned around and saw that Huang Meimei was standing beautifully behind him.

"Huh... you scared me. Let's go. Tell me what you want to eat." Shen Lang stretched out his hand, and Huang Meimei obediently stretched out her little hand to hold it. Although she couldn't speak, she could draw and write... Just take your time... After all, you can figure out what she thinks...

(End of this chapter)