Bai Ye was almost pressed against the car door, trying to distance himself from Feng Mu, but his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
Feng Mu spoke softly, his voice carrying a chilling calmness.
"The main thing is that Forensic Bai's autopsy reports are quite impressive. I've seen autopsy reports in prison, and to be honest, the quality of those reports is worlds apart from what you've produced."
Feng Mu continued speaking, his tone still gentle, as if discussing something trivial.
Bai Ye's heart suddenly raced, his fingers trembled slightly, and something seemed to be stuck in his throat, rendering him speechless.
"Feng... Feng Mu... I..." Bai Ye struggled to speak, his voice tinged with a desperate tremor.
"I know you're scared, Doctor Bai."
Feng Mu interrupted him, his tone carrying an almost imperceptible humor:
"You're afraid you won't have time to prepare an autopsy report for yourself, right?"
