Chapter 257 (1/2)
Yan Mingsheng was pulled back to the blacklist, and he was very depressed.
But Luo didn't care about his depression because Xiaoqi's important part was finally filmed.
This time, Yan Mingsheng couldn't care.
Because Xiaoqi in the play is dead.
The ”corpse” played by Xiao Qi is sent to the autopsy center.
It was just about time to get off work when the actor's mother heard that the unidentified body had arrived and planned to be dissected the next day.
”Today, Friday, my son will be back. I'm going to pick him up.”
When her son grew up, she put her focus on her work. She got more and more attention and was more and more busy. She often worked overtime, and her father often went on business trips. Finally, she let her son live in school.
It happens that the school where my son goes to is also the best one in the city, which realizes semi closed management. Students usually live in the school and can only go home on Friday.
Mom wants to pick up her son.
But he was told that he couldn't, ”it's very urgent. You can work overtime. I'll arrange other people to pick up your son. You know that your anatomy is the best. Please catch the murderer as soon as possible, OK? It's still a young child. ”
After being a mother, she is soft hearted and responsible. Finally, she can only promise.
”All right, get ready to dissect.”
Mother had no way, while preparing for work, but he made a bowl of instant noodles to eat, and his assistant sighed, ”I hope it's not too complicated, can finish early.”
”Yes.”
The mother looked at her watch and said, ”go back before ten o'clock and talk to my son.”
She took out her mobile phone to call her son, and found that no one answered. She was about to call again when she was told that she was ready.
In the end, she had to send messages to her son.
After going in, my mother put on her work clothes first, asked about the basic situation, looked at it, then went to the autopsy table and looked at the corpse to be dissected.
This look, my mother was stunned.
Because she found that the man lying on the dissecting table looked like her son.
Something in my hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
”What's the matter?”
Asked the assistant.
Mom was quiet for a few seconds and looked closely.
It's like, like, like her son.
But how can her son lie here? He is full of vitality every day, shining like a little sun. How can he lie here
Is this fake?
Or she had nightmares.
She couldn't help pinching herself.
It hurts.
Mother breathed and breathed, hands shaking, step by step forward, to look at his arm.
His son has a mole on the inside of his arm.
The mole... Is there.
No, no, there's still a chance.
Mom, take a deep breath. There's another place I haven't seen.
He has a mole behind his ear.
She read it silently, then saw the mole.
At this moment, mother's world completely collapsed.
Her son, why are you here? Why?
Tears quietly flow down, but did not dare to close their eyes, dead looking at the pale face.
”Doctor, what's the matter with you?”
The assistant thinks something's wrong.
”Nothing.” Mother made a sound and blinked her eyes. ”You said the prisoner ran away. We dissected it to catch the prisoner, right?”
”Yes.” When the assistant looked at her, he always felt that something was wrong, as if she would fall down at any time.
”Doctor, are you not feeling well? If you are, we'll come back tomorrow and I'll explain to them...”
”No, we have to do it today, so that we can catch the murderer.”
”Good.”
The assistant answered, but he felt something was wrong. He looked at the doctor, and then at the teenager in the grandstand. The more he looked, the more familiar he felt.
It's like I've seen it somewhere.
In his daze, his mother has been skilled in drawing.