Chapter 272 Mia: I can’t breathe!

Underground morgue.

"Hi~"

When the forensic doctor from the police station saw the two beauties Mia and Nicole, his eyes lit up and he stretched out his hand to wave.

Then they found that their eyes were all on the body covered with cloth in front of him, and some said sarcastically: "You may have to be mentally prepared, the body was seriously damaged by the sand."

"Open it."

Randy ordered.

The forensic doctor nodded and slowly opened the cloth.

Mia's eyes widened through the window, and she couldn't help shouting: "Oh, my god!"

"Is this your husband?"

Randy asked.

"no!"

Mia shook her head in horror, turned around, covered her mouth and rushed out.

"I'll go see her."

Nicole nodded to Chuck and the two of them and quickly chased after them.

"Is it my imagination? Since he is not her husband, why does she still look like she has seen a ghost?"

Randy looked at Chuck strangely.

Before Chuck could speak, the forensic doctor directly interjected: "It's the first time for ordinary people to see a corpse. It's like this. There's nothing surprising about it."

"Yeah?"

Randy suddenly showed a reserved but uncontrollable pride: "I think it was different when I first went out to the police and saw the corpse! It's like I was born with it."

"That is!"

The forensic doctor flattered him: "Otherwise, why would you be the chief?"

Randy became even more happy until the forensic doctor took out a lunch box and stood in front of the body to eat. When he saw him looking over, he handed it to him and said politely: "Director, would you like some?"

The food in the lunch box was a mess mixed with ketchup. Randy watched the forensic doctor eating happily, waved his hand directly, and then said to Chuck: "Let's go."

He said something and walked out first.

But before leaving the underground morgue, Randy couldn't hold it any longer and leaned over to vomit.

The forensic doctor was not surprised when he heard the movement outside, and a joking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He most likes to watch those scenes where people pretend to be strong and handsome in front of him for only three seconds.

"Detective Chuck, would you like some?"

The forensic doctor made another pitch to Chuck who hadn't left yet.

It's obvious that his bad taste hasn't dissipated yet.

"No."

Chuck shook his head and refused, glanced at the forensic doctor with a joking face, pointed out his ketchup recipe, and then gave his own improvement plan.

"Does it taste better this way?"

The forensic doctor was very suspicious of this.

"That depends on what you think."

Chuck said calmly: "This is the formula I know that is most suitable for your temperament, imitated with technology and hard work. Not to mention Randy's, even Dr. House will give a thumbs up and say it tastes pure!"

"Does it suit my temperament?"

The forensic doctor looked confused.

Chuck looked at the badly mangled corpse in front of him, and then at the delicious meal he was eating in front of him.

"..."

The forensic doctor froze there: "You really know how to joke!"

"Do I look like a joke?"

Chuck said expressionlessly.

"...You must be scaring me."

The forensic doctor forced a smile and said: "How do you know what it smells like, and even specially prepared a formula with a similar taste through artificial synthesis?"

"Do you know Dr. House?"

Chuck asked.

"Of course I know you!"

The forensic doctor is also a doctor, so he naturally knows the famous Dr. House nearby.

"This is the dictation he provided."

Chuck said seriously, then took a deep look at the corpse with a severely damaged head, and left.

The forensic doctor remembered the legend in the forensic circle that Dr. House was very unhygienic. As long as he felt that there was no problem with the logic, he would often try it directly on his hands and mouth to rule out whether a disease was caused by food as quickly as possible.

When I lowered my head and looked again, my whole body felt bad. The more I thought about it, the more nauseated I became. Finally, I poured the paste in the lunch box into the trash can and started to vomit.

Chuck walked around Randy, who was resting on the wall, and went up.

Mia and Nicole were no longer in the police station, but were talking in the distance outside the police station. Chuck looked at them.

for a long time.

Mia noticed the sight, thought of something, turned pale and quickly turned sideways.

Chuck had already walked over and said to Mia: "Follow me!"

"Where to go? Why?"

Nicole stopped in front of Mia.

"Go to my office."

Chuck ignored her and looked at Mia: "Isn't your husband missing and you need to find him? For Dr. Wilson's sake, I took this case."

"No."

Nicole refused: "We have already reported the crime. If we need help from a detective, we will also find other people. We can't afford Detective Chuck."

"I can afford it."

Chuck said calmly: "Mia is the heir of St. Ansel's Boys' School. Since I have no problem and money is not a problem, what other problems would make a person who urgently needs to find her missing husband refuse such help?"

Mia and Nicole fell silent immediately.

"follow me!"

Chuck said again and flagged down a taxi.

Mia looked at Nicole in horror, waiting for her to make up her mind.

"We have a car, I'll take you there."

Nicole shook Mia's hand and gritted her teeth.

"Need not!"

Chuck looked at her: "I want to talk to the client. Are you the client?"

"Mia has a bad heart and needs someone to accompany her!"

Nicole tried to make eye contact with Chuck.

"Have you brought your medicine?"

Chuck looked at Mia.

"Take it, take it."

Mia stammered.

"She has medicine, I know first aid, and the car is fast. Even if something happens, I can send her to the hospital as soon as possible."

Chuck looked at Nicole expressionlessly: "So is there any other reason why you have to follow?"

"Of course!"

Nicole said with a bad face: "You are a man and Mia is a woman, I am worried! And even if we really hire you to be our private detective, I don't understand why you are not allowed to accompany you?"

"Do you really need me to speak so clearly?"

Chuck asked.

Mia trembled.
To be continued...