"Who is the mortician?"
"Aunt Chen usually handles the preparation of bodies here."
"Has she left already?"
"Not yet, but soon. She gets off at six... there's half an hour left."
"What if a body is brought in tonight?"
"We usually don't work at night. We store the bodies in the freezer first."
"Take me to meet her."
"Ah, alright, follow me."
Led to the staff lounge, Lu Li saw the mortician known as Aunt Chen, an elderly woman with somewhat cloudy eyes and a patch of spots on her right front forehead.
The former was common with age, while the latter were age spots.
After confirming this, Lu Li shifted his focus to the ghost of Liu Xiaoyan.
Leaving the funeral home, Lu Li drove out of the park. The west was shrouded in twilight, streetlights not yet lit, casting a dim ambiance around.
Beep—beep—
"Hello, how's the investigation going?"
"Send me Liu Xiaoyan's home address."
"Hm? Are you really trying to milk me dry?" The suppressed emotion yelled from the phone.
