Chapter 147 Tan Mingliang Is Alive and Dead Again

In the silent morgue, the dim yellow ceiling lights on the corridor not far away flickered from time to time because they were too old.

The surroundings were silent, except for the faint snoring of the policeman on duty, resounding in the dark night.

And in this room, the most are the cold and strange corpses placed in the morgues.

If it was an ordinary person here, I would have screamed and fled at this time.

But the person who opened the "Tan Mingliang" body bag seemed to be accustomed to the surrounding environment.

He quickly took out a disposable injection needle, and then took out a small vial of vials, pulled out the liquid in the bottle, and then aimed at the position of "Tan Mingliang"'s right chest and pierced it precisely.

In the injection needle, the silver liquid slowly seeped down until it completely submerged into Tan Mingliang's body.

About five minutes later, Tan Mingliang's body, which was supposed to be cold and stiff, lost all vitality, and his chest suddenly sank and suddenly swelled.

A violent inhalation sound came from Tan Mingliang's throat, from rapid to gentle to almost silent.

The man who was half-kneeling next to him had already put away the injection needle and the vial, and he lowered his eyebrows and made a humble and submissive gesture the whole time.

It wasn't until Tan Mingliang slowly opened his eyes that he pressed his left hand on his right chest, bowed his body, gave a strange salute, and then whispered something in a strange language.

"Tan Mingliang" took the wet wipes he handed over and slowly wiped his blood and mud-stained face.

Wiping and wiping, the blood and mud disappeared, but a layer of dander on his face also fell off a little bit.

In the dimly lit morgue, the face of "Tan Mingliang" disappeared, replaced by a face that no one could forget after just one glance and a pair of dark green eyes.

The man kneeling next to him only glanced at it, then lowered his head quickly, took the wet wipes, and asked, "Didn't you just want to see Professor Qiao at the Yundu banquet this time? What happened at the banquet? How could you use a suspended animation to escape?"

"Tan Mingliang" heard the words, raised his lips and smiled lightly, his dark green eyes flickered faintly in the dark night, "I met a...very interesting...little thing. I want to take her with me. Go back and treat it as my most valuable collection, but unfortunately, it was blocked by someone."

The man kneeling beside him was startled, with a stunned expression on his face.

How could he even hear the word "very interesting" from this mouth?

Moreover, in Yundu, where the whereabouts should not be exposed, actually want to take people back?

He even wanted to ask who this "little thing" was, but he finally endured it.

"Tan Mingliang" moved his hands and feet, waited for his cold body to warm up completely, then stood up and let the man wait for him to change his clothes.

Snow-white gloves were wrapped around the man's slender, calloused hands.

The black luxurious handmade suit complements the man's slender and extravagant figure.

Finally, a delicate, rustic, dark-gold pocket watch snapped open at the tips of white-gloved fingers.

On the dial, it reflects the handsome face of a man who is deeper and more three-dimensional than ordinary Orientals.

The hands inside the pocket watch were turning mechanically, making a rattling sound.

"Tan Mingliang" said lightly, "An, you are two minutes late."

The man called "An" fell to the ground with a thud without hesitation.

"Please punish!"

"Tan Mingliang" looked down at him for a moment, and then said casually, "Get up. Have you arranged the rest?"

"Yes!" An An secretly breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and said, "If there is no accident, you can just leave as Tan Mingliang on the plane. But now that Tan Mingliang is dead, you can't follow the original way. Route back."

"In order to keep Yundu from staring at us, I mean—"

"Since Tan Mingliang is dead, let him... really die."

This sentence is a bit convoluted.

But the meaning is very clear and horrific.

In his mouth, a human life is like an ant that can easily decide whether to turn him into a cold corpse.

And the man who heard An's answer just replied lightly, "Is it done?"

"Of course." An smiled lightly, and saw two people carrying things from the iron door that was slightly opened and closed.

After they bowed to "Tan Mingliang", they opened the things they were carrying.

If a police officer from the Yundu Public Security Bureau was present at this time, they would be stunned when they saw this scene.

Because there was a corpse inside, and it was Tan Mingliang's corpse.

The state of his death was almost exactly the same as the "corpse" that An had just dug out from the morgue.

Ann felt a little dissatisfied.

"I easily became a little policeman in the middle, and I roughly knew the situation when you cheated to death, but I didn't hear it, and there were still some discrepancies."

His fingers moved nimbly on Tan Mingliang's body for a while.

Soon, the almost identical corpses became the real ones.

Tonight, countless pairs of eyes watched Tan Mingliang jump off the building and commit suicide, and his body was transported into the police morgue.

Tomorrow, the forensic doctor will conduct an autopsy on the body to determine whether it was a real suicide.

And from now on, no one will see the flaws in this corpse again.

Because, Tan Mingliang really died.

Died of suicide by jumping off a building, iron railings pierced his heart, and he died.

The iron door, which had been opened with a gap, slowly closed, and was squeaked by the wind again.

The little policeman in the duty room yawned, straightened up, and looked around.

After finding that there was nothing unusual, he scratched his head and continued to doze off.

No one would notice that a few hours later, a helicopter landed slowly on an abandoned building in the suburbs of Yundu.

The gust of wind curled up, blowing the man's clothes and hair, and the light of the morning light reflected on his dark green eyes, but there was no light at all, only darkness like the endless abyss.

An put his hand on his chest and bowed, "Next, do you plan to go back to Derain?"

The man glanced in the direction of Yundu, suddenly raised his lips, and asked nonchalantly, "Do you remember who Derain's last king was?"

An was stunned for a while, and immediately replied: "Of course."

"Before you, Derain had been in a state of disorder and self-destruction for many years. The strong men who once ran rampant in Derain died, were injured, and even escaped from Derain. Turn yourself in to the police."

When An said this, an incredible expression appeared on his face, and he shook his head mockingly and contemptuously.

Then he continued: "Before the state of disorder, it was the [Nine Songs] known as the tyrant who briefly unified Derain."