Autopsy room.
Yan Yu sat alone on the floor, a corpse above him, yet he seemed unaware, sitting in silence.
Buzz buzz buzz...
The phone in his pocket kept vibrating.
The sound would rise and then stop.
Pause and start again.
Finally, the man on the ground moved, slowly taking out his phone.
The name on the screen brought some focus to his eyes at last.
"Baby..." Yan Yu called out hoarsely, "Sorry, I'm working."
"I'm outside." the person on the line said.
Yan Yu looked toward the door as if he could see through the closed barrier to the person outside.
Yan Yu's breath grew slightly constricted as he got up and walked towards the door.
The door operated automatically, but he hesitated for a long time before pressing the button to open it.
Yan Yu glanced to the side, moderating the gloomy and slightly frightening expression in the glass, then pressed the door open button.
