The waiter was a long-tongued woman in her mid-thirties, who continued: "But it's strange, evil things often happen in this hotel. You two should be careful when sleeping!"
Huang Lang said carelessly: "It's okay, we are all communists, we don't believe in any monsters and ghosts in the world! All ghosts, ghosts and snakes are just paper tigers!"
Huang Lang slapped his chest loudly, as if he was making a promise in front of Chairman Mao. This made Ding Li chuckle. This leader Huang is really a living treasure.
"Say?" Ding asked Huang Lang after waiting for the waiter to bring hot water.
This is a double room, just big enough for two people.
Huang Lang smiled playfully: "Let's go find a small shop outside and have a few drinks?"
"Don't interrupt, just tell me quickly. I always feel that you came here by chance and have evil intentions!"
Huang Lang cried out a few times, but seeing Ding Li's serious face, he sighed helplessly: "Some time ago, when you were traveling, a man committed suicide by jumping off the pedestrian bridge!"
Ding Li said "Yeah". There are many people committing suicide in the world every day. It is news that no one committed suicide that day.
"After the forensic autopsy of the deceased, it was found that the brain was completely empty! In other words, all the brain tissue was gone!"
Ding Li was surprised: "What does this mean?"
Huang Lang ignored Ding Li and continued: "Before he died, the deceased went crazy on the overpass, bit two passers-by, and finally jumped off the overpass while dancing!"
Ding Li was even more surprised when he heard this. This passage shows that the deceased's brain does not become empty after death, but that the brain has no organization before death. Wait a minute, if there is no organization in the brain, is it still a living person?
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Ding Li suddenly remembered the old case that Zhang Lianjiang told him. The great protector in it was also so empty-headed.
At that time, Ding Li was still thinking about whether he was being controlled by some evil figure using the puppet method. Is there any relationship between the two things? No wonder that guy Zhang Lianjiang came to him to talk about those things about sesame seeds and rotten millet. It turned out that they had already thought of it.
Yes!
Ding Li felt very tired when he thought of this, and he was bypassed by that old guy Zhang Lianjiang again.
Huang Lang's story hasn't been finished yet. Now that he has spoken, Huang Lang has no intention of hiding anything: "Who knew that not long after, all the forensic doctors who dissected the corpses at that time all got strange diseases, and everyone had unbearable headaches, but
No problem can be found!"
Ding Li's expression began to turn solemn. He vaguely thought of something, but listened to Huang Lang continue: "Later, when they did CT scans, they found that they all had tumors in their brains, and later the MRI results were the same.
Everyone looks like they have a brain tumor!”
Ding Li guessed what Huang Langjie would say when he went down. He remembered hearing Lin Shanke say that there were three of their companions, and one of them, your brother, could not bear the pain and had already committed suicide.
"As a result, when one of the forensic doctors performed a craniotomy, he discovered that the patient's brain was not a tumor, but a huge insect egg. During the operation, the egg burst open, and countless insects were born.
In a short period of time, all the patient’s brain plasma and brain tissue will be eaten up!”
Ding Li groaned, and it turned out to be true. He didn't expect that the Three Corpse Worms could actually be infected. It was simply too scary. He didn't know how the Three Corpse Worms were transmitted?
Ding Li suddenly jumped up. Wei Pingsheng and his colleagues had treated Lin Shanke and his companions at the hospital, but they didn't know if they were in danger!
When Ding Li jumped up and said what he was worried about, Huang Lang laughed: "Don't worry, how do you think I knew you were back here?"
Ding Li responded quickly: "You mean Mr. Wei told you?" He almost believed that Huang Lang could figure it out...
"The hospital found two unknown people with no identification and such strange symptoms. Do you think they won't go to the Public Security Bureau to register?"
Ding Li secretly cursed Zhang Lianjiang, because that old guy insisted on saying that Huang Lang could be a psychic and used this ability to solve countless major cases. Ding Li was so embarrassed that Huang Lang said that he had calculated that Ding Li would come here.
At that time, Ding Li actually believed it in his heart. Fortunately, he didn't say it out loud, otherwise he wouldn't have been laughed to death by Huang Lang, a birdie?
"Anyway, don't worry! The hospital is already aware of the situation and has quarantined all the medical nurses who participated in the event in advance. They are also preparing to perform craniotomy on them. I think the three corpse worms have not grown up in such a short period of time.
Chance! Those doctors should be able to save her life."
Ding Li couldn't help but ask: "Do you know how the Three Corpse Worms spread?"
"Air! The three-corpse bugs can only survive for a short time when exposed to the air, but if there are living creatures nearby during this period, they will be easily infected by the three-corpse bugs!"
Ding Li shrugged: "Okay, last question. Is there no one in the Public Security Bureau itself? Why would a guy like you, who has long since quit his job, be sent out? Doesn't the Public Security Bureau itself send out people?"
Huang Lang said with a smile: "Those guys, how capable do you think they are? Can they figure out the whole ins and outs so easily?"
"Why, they haven't figured out the whole situation yet?" Ding Li was very surprised.
"To be precise, of course there are knowledgeable people in the police station who have figured it out, but there is no way this kind of thing can be brought to the table, let alone reported to the superiors as a report!"
Ding Li stopped talking. Although there were still many questions in his stomach, Ding Li's mind was already a mess and he didn't know where to start. He had not yet sorted out his thoughts.
"Want to hear a story?" Huang Lang asked.
What story are you listening to at this time? Ding Li was a little confused, but then he reacted: "You tell me!"
"It was about seven or eight years ago, when I just started working. At that time, I was still a raw melon egg, and Yang Zhengjie. You know? Yang Zhengjie is the captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade, the one who has dealt with you several times?"
Ding Li didn't know it at first, but now he knows it. Isn't it that Section Chief Yang? That old guy Zhang Lianjiang didn't know if he had stayed in Hong Kong for too long, and even called him the wrong name from the mainland. Although
Yang Zhengjie is a section-level cadre, but how can he be justified in calling him that? He is simply playing the piano randomly. To Ding Li's displeasure, he also called him Section Chief Yang for such a long time. Ding Li has dumped all the responsibilities on Zhang Lianjiang.
!
"Yang Zhengjie and I both just started working, but performed well, and were sent to the most prosperous city in China for training. There, we heard a strange story told by an old police officer!