***
"It's okay, this is my job."
Mai Xiaomai gave a faint smile.
Tan Xianmei came over, "Sister Mai, didn't you bring your work clothes? I didn't know you were coming, so I only brought my own."
"I've already sent someone to fetch them."
Lin Qing seemed to have expected this and answered.
At this moment, a police officer hurriedly came over with a bag and handed it to Mai Xiaomai, "Forensic doctor Mai, your work clothes."
"Thank you."
Mai Xiaomai took out the work clothes and put them on swiftly, donning a head cover, mask, goggles, and gloves.
She hadn't worn this outfit for more than half a year, and putting it on again brought a long-lost sense of familiarity.
Seeing her put on the work clothes, Tan Xianmei felt a complicated pang again.
No matter how hard she worked, as long as Mai Xiaomai was around, she seemed to be under her shadow.
However, on the surface, she still showed no emotion.
The two entered the murder room.
