After stopping Qin Mengying, Tang Jue didn't say a word, and without hesitation let Saiwen push into the morgue opposite...

Across the door, Ou Mingxuan hugged Qin Mengling, who was about to be unable to support it, comforting him. Yan Zihua leaned against the cold wall with his eyes closed. In the corridor, Xiang Yuanzheng walked around irritably. Don't call Yu Chifei to inform them...

At the end of the corridor, Nangong Mo, who saw Tang Jue running back again, was standing there like a sculpture...

In the morgue, as soon as he entered, a cold air invaded the bone marrow hit him.

Through the white mist emitted by a layer of cold air, I saw a dissecting bed, a large white cloth covered a corpse tightly. Because of being soaked in water, the undulations of the white cloth were prominent, making the volume of the corpse look like Big.

Seven subconsciously looked at Tang Jue’s expression, and saw that he quietly looked at the corpse covered in white cloth in front of him, without the sadness he thought, let alone hysteria, his eyes were quiet, without joy or sorrow...

It was through such a pair of peaceful eyes without ups and downs, but he was sure without doubt that if he was sure that the corpse under the white cloth was the woman, Tang Jue would go with her without hesitation...

Thinking of this, Seven looked nervously at Tang Jue's waist.

He knew that Tang Jue would usually put a self-defense gun there.

In case he really...

However, even if he guessed what his thoughts would be, if it was the worst result, he would have nothing to do. No one can stop a person who wants to die.

After a while, Tang Jue finally slowly stretched out his hand to the corner of the white cloth...

Severn saw it and turned a little bit unbearable.

He obviously loves this woman so much, but why keep running away?

He has been with Tang Jue these days, and he has already guessed the truth. Tang Jue and Leng Sichen are probably the same person, but Tang Jue has lost his memory and forgotten her.

But if this is the case, then when he accompanied Tang Jue to City A, he could feel that Tang Jue should have recovered his memory, why he remembered it, but still chose to leave, and left so thoroughly...

I am afraid that all this cannot be separated from the Tang family...

Tang Jue only took a few minutes to enter, but the people outside felt that it had been centuries. Just as they were eager to see through, waiting for the heart to be tense and paralyzed, the door of the morgue was finally pushed open.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Saiwen slowly walking out pushing the man in the wheelchair.

"How's it going?" The sculpted Nangong sprinted up silently a second.

"The people inside are...isn't it..." Xiang Yuan stammered and pressed.

Yan Zihua and Qin Mengying also waited anxiously for Tang Jue's reply.

However, Tang Jue, just like losing his hearing, made Saiwen push straight toward the police station gate with a wooden face.

"Hey..." Nangong Mo was almost mad, was about to catch up, was held by Ou Mingxuan and pulled back by the collar.

Ou Mingxuan's solemn expression just now has been swept away, "Don't worry! It's not your sister!"

"How do you know? That guy's face is obviously so scary!" Nangongmo didn't believe it.

At this moment, Qin Meng next to him murmured, "Ou Mingxuan is right, it's not Yu Xun inside!"