***
Just as she was about to crawl into bed, a text message alert from her phone broke the silence—it was from Feng Qinglang.
"Xiaomai, have you gone to sleep yet?"
Mai Xiaomai didn't really want to reply, but thinking it rude not to, she responded, "Mm, getting ready to sleep now, goodnight."
"Goodnight."
Feng Qinglang didn't say anything more and simply sent back a text saying goodnight, not messaging her again.
Mai Xiaomai set her phone aside, ready to close her eyes and sleep, when the ringtone urgently sounded again—it was a call from her leader.
Her heart sank, and she felt a headache coming on.
A call from the leader at this hour definitely meant an urgent case; they were setting a rhythm that wouldn't let anyone sleep!
She sighed and answered the call.
"Forensic Doctor Mai, a murder has occurred at East Gate. Hurry over for the examination."
The leader got straight to the point, not bothering with pleasantries.
"Okay!"
