Penal Morgue.
Qin Nian Sheng was standing beside the morgue, sighing. It had been a few months, and the replacement for the retired master mortician had not yet arrived. The last one that was arranged to take over from the Justice Department was attacked on his way to the capital city. Therefore, in the past few months, under the strong pressure of Lu Ziqing, Qin Nian Sheng's life had been really bleak, and he would probably live like this for a year.
To make matters worse, he heard that after the charitable and kind-hearted Lord Dong Runan was about to retire and return to his hometown, and the next Minister of Justice would be the gloomy faced Lord Lu.
"Alas!" Qin Nian Sheng couldn't help but sighed heavily. Maybe he should also think about whether this job was suitable for him or not. Whether he should call it a day and find a way out. But right now, what should he do with the corpse in front of him?
