Penal Morgue.
Qin Niansheng was standing beside the morgue, sighing.
It had been a few months, and the replacement for Master had not yet arrived. The last one that was arranged to take over from the Justice Department was robbed by Dali Temple again. Therefore, in the past few months, under the strong pressure of Lu Ziqing, Qin Niansheng's life was really bleak, and he lived like this for a year.
To make matters worse, he heard that the charitable and kind-hearted Lord Dong was about to retire and return to his hometown, and the next Minister of Justice must be the black-faced Lord Lu.
"Alas!" Qin Niansheng 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 what should he do with the corpse in front of him?
