The Civil Servant's Job is to Raise The Furries!-Chapter 243 - 242: Three Corpses on the Snow Mountain

Chapter 243: Chapter 242: Three Corpses on the Snow Mountain

[Boss: Elegance Never Goes Out of Style]

[Er Niu truly deserves the title of strength bearer]

[Sansan: This fairy must maintain her image!]

"Now let’s have the little ones demonstrate the make-up removal process for everyone~"

As soon as Xu Ying sat down on the make-up chair, Fox Xiao Wu snuggled up to her shoulder, sweetly raising a cotton pad soaked in cleansing oil.

However, the heartwarming scene didn’t last three seconds:

Fox Si Bao took a lick of the cleansing oil when no one was looking and immediately got so bitter that its fur stood on end, spitting and spluttering frantically.

Xu Ying flicked its forehead: "What are you doing!"

"Fortunately, this cleansing oil has safe ingredients, so if a pet at home accidentally ingests it, it’s not fatal."

Fox Sansan insisted on using the "noblewoman’s technique," ended up sticking the cotton pads on like a facial mask, smearing Xu Ying’s face and wrapping her up like a mummy.

Finally, it was Fox Boss who swept away the unreliable bunch with a flick of his tail and personally used his paw to roll up a cotton pad, precisely wiping off the eye make-up from Xu Ying’s left eye.

The farm-support live stream would continue until the evening, during which Xu Ying wasn’t broadcasting continuously. There were also villager guest talent shows and unique skill displays in between.

Xu Ying only needed to appear during prime audience time and play interactive games with the little animals and assistant broadcasters, and the live stream sales would soar rapidly.

The whole day’s live recording was saved by netizens, made into various clips online, filled with humor, cute animals, and even a few ships to root for.

By nine in the evening, even though the farm-support live broadcast ended, the popularity of the farm products and Xu Ying continued to rise!

After wrapping up, the village secretary of West Village prepared red envelopes for Xu Ying, the three handsome assistant broadcasters, and the little animals.

Everyone’s faces were split with smiles.

Xu Ying arrived by car today, not by motorcycle.

"Shall I drive you back?"

The voices of Chen Su and Qi Xiao inquired simultaneously behind Xu Ying.

Xu Ying turned around, looking surprised at the two with a raised eyebrow.

At this moment, a business car drove into the closing grounds.

The car door opened, and Secretary-General Qin Fuli got out of the car, "Station Chief Xu, let’s go."

As he leaned slightly, his slender golden glasses chain hung down, shimmering subtly with his movements.

Seeing Chen Su and Qi Xiao, Qin Fuli paused with a slight expression: "And you two are...?"

Chen Su and Qi Xiao were equally surprised, looking towards Xu Ying.

Xu Ying felt her scalp tingle under their incredulous gazes and quickly explained: "This is my secretary, helping me transfer job matters."

Xu Ying waved to the two: "I’m leaving now, thanks for your support today!"

She fled in a hurry.

An inexplicable guilt suddenly welled up inside!

*

There were less than two days until filming began for the second episode of "Desert Survival Law."

Xu Ying dragged her suitcase and arrived at West Mountain in advance.

With the Desert Rescue Station having team assistants take care of everything, she was quite at ease leaving to record the show.

The program team had arranged for her to first stay at the Snow View Hotel in the West Mountain Resort.

However, after not even an hour of settling in, Xu Ying received a call from the program’s chief director, Director Shao: "Little Xu Station Chief, you’d better come over quickly."

In the snow garden outside the café, Director Shao was anxiously puffing on a cigarette. Seeing Xu Ying, he stubbed it out.

His expression was grave: "Little Xu Station Chief, something’s happened. The program that’s supposed to be recorded the day after tomorrow might not be possible."

The second episode awaited by thirty million viewers online would incur major losses if it couldn’t run on time.

A chill gripped Xu Ying’s heart: "What happened?"

Director Shao sighed: "There’s been a homicide in the Snow Mountain area."

Just as Xu Ying was about to inquire further, her phone buzzed, displaying the name "Ji Xuehui" on the screen.

She was the policewoman from the West Mountain Police Station with whom Xu Ying had collaborated during the previous tracking of thief stealing the West Mountain Snow Lotus.

"Yingying, you’re at the West Mountain Resort, right?"

Ji Xuehui’s voice, torn by the wind and snow, came through intermittently and distinctly weary, "There’s a tricky case here; we desperately need the assistance of a Beast Language expert like you." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Xu Ying stomped her numbing feet: "I’m at the mountain foot café; the snow is too heavy, and the cable car’s down."

"Hold on, I’ll send a snowmobile to pick you up."

Ji Xuehui paused, then lowered her voice, "Bring your thermal gear. It’s ten degrees colder up on the mountain, with wind speeds exceeding force eight."

Half an hour later, bundled up like a penguin, Xu Ying huddled on the snowmobile’s rear seat.

The crime scene was on a climbing route often taken by mountaineers, a legal and proper trail, with the victims being members of the same mountaineering team.

The police line was set at the 3000-meter elevation viewing platform.

As Xu Ying jumped down from the snowmobile, a gust of wind nearly knocked her over.

Xu Ying shrank her neck and pulled up her furry earmuffs.

The West Mountain had entered its snowy season, and at high altitude, the minus twenty-degree chill could seep into the bones even through thickened down jackets.

The white breath she exhaled formed a thin layer of frost on her eyelashes, and her boots creaked on the snow with muffled crunches.

She squinted to see three corpses covered with white cloth being carried down on stretchers, a fine layer of snow already settled on them.

Ji Xuehui was bundled tightly in her police polar cold-weather gear, ice flowers covering her goggles, with dark circles prominently under her eyes.

"Damn weather..." Ji Xuehui lifted her goggles, and snowflakes immediately frosted her lashes, "When the bodies were discovered by patrolmen this morning, the snow had already buried them to the knees."

She handed Xu Ying a thermal tablet, the edges of the screen glowing blue due to the low temperature.

Xu Ying removed her right glove, and her fingertip reddened instantly from touching the frozen screen.

"On the surface, it looks like all three victims died of hypothermia."

Ji Xuehui exhaled warm breath from her purple lips, "But all three died on their knees. It’s too bizarre."

Xu Ying had to shield the screen from the wind and snow to see it clearly.

The crime scene photos were extremely eerie; the three male corpses were arrayed in a perfect equilateral triangle, their knees buried deeply in the snow, hands clasped together as if in devout prayer.

The most bizarre was the one in the middle—

A man in his forties, ice hanging from his beard, his facial expression surprisingly serene, even somewhat dignified, as if death was merely the final Chapter of an elaborate ceremony.

"Doesn’t it look like... an ice sculpture?"

Ji Xuehui suddenly remarked.

Only then did Xu Ying notice that a transparent layer of ice covered the body’s surface, refracting an eerie halo under the flash photography.

A fierce gust of wind struck, and the tablet dramatically shut off.

Ji Xuehui cursed, stuffing the device back inside her coat to warm it: "The tech department said the ice shell on the bodies indicated extremely high humidity at the time of death, possibly during the worst of the blizzard."

"The weather during the snow season on the mountain is so treacherous, making the case difficult to handle, and evidence is easily obscured. We really need your help."

Just as Xu Ying was about to answer, she suddenly felt something tap against her boot.

Looking down, a Snow Cleaning Weasel was clawing at her waterproof boot shaft, its beady black eyes gleaming in the snow curtain.

[Station Chief Sister~]