Chapter 59: The White Moonlight Goes Berserk!

“Oh, what a lively scene! Everyone who should be here, and even those who shouldn’t, have shown up!”
Lin Bing shoved the cameraman out of the morgue, her smile was all teeth and no warmth.
Chen Yu was taken aback.
Shouldn’t the opening be, ‘Hello, viewers, I’m Lin Bing’?
Yan Zheng heard Lin Bing’s greeting and his brows instantly knotted.
This usually polished, professional host—had she lost her mind today?
Lin Bing ignored everyone’s stares, her heels clicking as she strode straight to Chen Yu.
Raising her voice for all to hear, she said, “Mr. Chen Yu, we haven’t known each other long, but I think I count as your benefactor, don’t I?”
“Without my support, would you be where you are now?”
Chen Yu was utterly confused and stayed silent.
Was this woman here to pick a fight today?
“You got yourself a girlfriend, such a big thing, and you didn’t tell me?”
Lin Bing’s voice grew sharper.
“Hmph!”
At that, the first to react wasn’t Chen Yu, but Su Qingzhu, who had been standing off to the side.
She snorted coldly, her tone dripping with sarcasm: “Girlfriend? Just a treacherous little tramp!”
“Hm?”
Yan Zheng’s frown deepened when he heard the word ‘tramp’ come from the usually reserved Su Qingzhu.
Why was the tension in this morgue so thick?
Chen Yu understood what was happening and suppressed a laugh, standing aside, ready to watch the drama unfold.
What kind of person was Li Qing?
No way she wouldn’t fight back.
She smiled faintly, shot Su Qingzhu a sidelong glance, and said loudly, “That’s rather presumptuous, big host.”
“I’ve been living with my darling for days now!”
Her voice was sweet as honey, yet it stabbed Lin Bing right in the heart.
“You…”
Lin Bing was so choked by that line, her face turned alternately pale and green.
“Tch!”
Su Qingzhu, even more furious, snapped, “Just a prostitute, playing mistress and thinking she’s someone!”
“Oh!~”
Lin Bing seized the moment, smiling and nodding, “Such a young girl, doing this sort of thing?”
“Chen Yu, let me warn you, don’t mix with people of questionable character.”
“Be careful you don’t catch something nasty!”
Chen Yu didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on the numbers above Lin Bing’s head.
Her favorability had plummeted to freezing point.
He didn’t mind—after all, he was the master of this fish pond.
Her pride mattered far more than he did.
Once she won this battle, those numbers would naturally go back up!
Chen Yu knew the game well.
Li Qing, seeing Su Qingzhu and Lin Bing teaming up against her, became indignant.
She glanced at the junior policewoman before her, then at Lin Bing, the grand host.
Suddenly, anger turned to laughter: “You talk as if you’ve tried it yourselves.”
“Ask my darling—do I have any disease?”
“Ask him again—every night, is he comfortable?”
With that, the morgue seemed to grow colder still.
“Shameless!”
“Disgraceful!”
Su Qingzhu and Lin Bing cursed in unison.
“Pfft!”
Chen Yu couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.
Immediately, he was met with three murderous looks from the women.

Chen Yu cleared his throat and quickly stifled his laughter.
“Enough! Let’s stop with the irrelevant chatter!”
Yan Zheng finally intervened, unable to take any more.
He was experienced—how could he not see what was happening?
Normally, he’d let the bloodbath play out, it wasn’t his concern.
But today was different!
They were out of time!
“Chen Yu, get to work!”
Yan Zheng’s voice was stern.
“Understood!”
Chen Yu flashed a roguish grin, then grabbed a pair of gloves and put them on.
Su Qingzhu was the first to regain her composure, also donning gloves.
Her professionalism was impeccable.
Lin Bing shot Li Qing another glare before turning and calling the cameraman back in.
In truth, Chen Yu and the others hadn’t been here long.
They’d brought in an autopsy cart, intending to retrieve Zhang Luoluo’s body from the freezer.
But then the fish pond master barged in—
And chaos ensued, leaving Chen Yu amused.
Because… not only was his ‘white moonlight’ unafraid, she was striking back.
White moonlight—magnificent!
…
Yan Zheng got to work.
He slowly opened the square door of freezer number 32.
A wave of biting cold rushed out.
With Chen Yu’s help, he slowly pulled out a plastic bag containing the body.
The two of them lifted the corpse onto the autopsy cart.
Then Yan Zheng unzipped the bag partway.
A cold, beautiful face appeared before them.
Zhang Luoluo’s once attractive face was now deathly pale.
Her eyes were tightly shut, tiny frost clinging to her lashes.
The sight made Lin Bing’s scalp tingle; she even forgot they were already live.
“Big host, shouldn’t you introduce things to the viewers? Maybe put a censor on?”
Li Qing reminded her, voice gleeful.
Lin Bing snapped out of her daze.
She turned around, forced a smile, and said, “Dear viewers, welcome to the special episode of ‘Revisiting Old Cases.’ I am your host, Lin Bing!”
“We are currently in the morgue of the city investigation team’s forensic department.”
“Our contestant, the Corpse Whisperer, will examine Ms. Zhang Luoluo’s remains!”
The live chat lit up.
“Whoa, it’s barely five in the morning—who’s watching?”
“You up there, aren’t you a person too?”
“I watched horror movies all night, was about to catch up on sleep, but now I’m watching this?”
“Wow, the Corpse Whisperer’s girlfriend is here! She’s gorgeous!”
Lin Bing glanced at her phone.
Even though it was just after five a.m., viewership was high, but…
Suddenly, the chat’s focus shifted to the Corpse Whisperer’s girlfriend.
Lin Bing’s face, which had just recovered, instantly went cold again.
She was fuming.
Yan Zheng saw the broadcast was rolling and didn’t hesitate.
With a rip, he unzipped the bag fully.
Zhang Luoluo was revealed, completely unclothed.

The body was slender, skin pale; even in death, its delicacy was evident.
Around the neck, a ring of bluish-purple bruises looked like marks from strangulation.
Below, a shocking cross-shaped wound nearly ripped open her abdomen.
“Damn, the censor’s thicker than my skin!”
“No kidding, this is so bloody—I don’t want to see this, seriously, I swear!”
“Yeah, me neither~~ manually dog-headed!”
“What’s the Corpse Whisperer up to? Surely not trying to take advantage?”
“You’re overthinking—he’s a professional, okay?”
Chen Yu stared at the graceful, naked figure, yet harbored no impure thoughts.
He hadn’t come to find criminal clues on the corpse—he wasn’t a forensic expert.
He had only one purpose.
To test whether his Rewind skill could be triggered by touching the body.
He studied the near-perfect form, and the ghastly cross-shaped wound on the abdomen.
His expression grew grave.
That wound was horrifying—like two monstrous centipedes crawling across snowy skin.
He slowly reached out to touch the corpse.
“Chen Yu!”
Suddenly, Su Qingzhu’s voice sounded in his ear, tinged with annoyance.
“The forensic report says there’s no evidence on the body.”
“Your hand… where are you trying to touch?”
At her words, Chen Yu’s hand paused.
It hovered two centimeters above Zhang Luoluo’s prominent chest.
The air froze.
The live chat exploded.
“Whoa! What’s the Corpse Whisperer doing?”
“Is he really trying to take advantage?”
“She’s dead, and you’re still—”
“Wait, I don’t think he’s that kind of guy!”
“Upstairs, no man is any good!”
Chen Yu felt the strange looks all around and smiled wryly.
Great, now there was no explaining himself.
But he had to touch the body to activate the Rewind skill.
“I need to examine the wound.”
He tried to explain.
“The wound’s on the abdomen—why are you reaching over there?”
Su Qingzhu’s voice was icy cold.
Her gaze was murderous.
“I…”
“Let him check, time is short,” Yan Zheng cut in.
Su Qingzhu, reluctant, stepped aside.
Lin Bing said nothing more, though her gaze grew frostier.
Li Qing had no reaction; she trusted Chen Yu.
Chen Yu took a deep breath and placed his hand on Zhang Luoluo’s shoulder.
Instantly, a chill rushed through him.
A familiar notification sounded in his mind…