Lao Mo said that he didn't dare to sleep anymore, and finally the two of them stayed up until dawn. After dawn, Lao Mo took advantage of Lao Mo's lack of attention and turned on his mobile phone again. There were nearly a hundred calls that night.
Looking for himself, there were dozens of text messages from his colleagues and director asking about his whereabouts. When he saw the last text message, Lao Mo almost dropped the phone in his hand. The last text message was with him yesterday.
A colleague at the scene sent it, and there were only six words on it - the director is dead, come back soon. Looking at the time when the text message was sent, it was exactly the time period that was haunted early this morning.
Something big happened and Lao Mo couldn't stay at home anymore. Father Mo didn't stop him. Lao Mo hurried back to the police station where he was. At this time, the police station felt like it was facing a formidable enemy.
There were police officers outside the technical room. When Lao Mo arrived, the forensic doctor from the technical room of the Municipal Bureau was taking photos of the director in the technical room.
I saw the director lying naked on the girdle table. His stomach had been cut open, and the messy internal organs had been taken out and placed neatly in a glass container aside. Some important organs had been sampled for further analysis.
Pathological experiment. If this is not weird enough, then after watching the scene next to it, it can be said to be frightening.
Next to the operating table, in front of the desk used to write autopsy reports, sat the third corpse discovered last night. This corpse was holding a pen specially designed for the director in one hand, and there was a blank notebook on the table.
Autopsy report. It looks like this dead body is being prepared to fill out the director's autopsy report.
After seeing Lao Mo appear, the criminal police captain pulled him aside and asked him where he had been last night and why he didn't dissect the body of the deceased immediately. These were all routine matters. The surveillance video of the bureau recorded Lao Mo from last night to the present.
He has never appeared in the bureau. Apart from leaving without saying goodbye last night, there is nothing suspicious about him.
Lao Mo explained that after he experienced the scene of the dead body moving strangely yesterday, he was a little confused, and he didn't understand why the dead body behaved like that. He went home and asked his old father, who was a senior forensic doctor, and it happened unknowingly.
One night. Although this statement is a bit far-fetched, as a criminal police captain who also experienced the scene last night, this statement is reasonable. Lao Mo was afraid and did not dare to dissect a dead person who had just faked his body in the middle of the night.
After the Interpol Captain asked a few more questions, he basically ruled out Lao Mo as a suspect. Finally, Lao Mo asked him, "Who did the autopsy for our director? Is there a cause of death?" After hearing this, the Interpol Captain's expression changed.
It was a little ugly, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched. After taking another look at the dead body sitting on the desk, he said: "Who knows who did it, or it was a ghost. When you found him, your director looked like this
Looks good”
Glancing at Old Mo, whose face turned pale, the criminal police captain added: "Xiao Mo, I heard that you should have done last night's autopsy. You are lucky. Your director will die for you. Otherwise, you should lie down now.
There, it’s you who has your belly opened.”
After hearing these words, Lao Mo shivered. He immediately remembered the nightmare he had last night. Isn't that what the director in the dream who was covered in blood said? Was what he had last night really a dream?
When that vague figure appeared, it was the time when the director's body was discovered. If it was a coincidence, even the director lying on the operating table would not believe it.
Someone from the city bureau called Old Mo away, and after asking the same questions as the criminal police captain just now, they put him back. The technical room was busy until dark, and the bodies of the director and the three deceased were taken away by the city bureau.
An in-depth forensic autopsy found no clues to the cause of death.
Since the freezer in the technical room of the municipal bureau is full, the bodies of the director and the three deceased people are temporarily stored in the freezer here until they are transported to the technical room of the municipal bureau tomorrow. Lao Mo and several colleagues personally put the corpses of the director and the other four bodies in the freezer.
Entering the freezer, Lao Mo happened to be on duty that night, and no one was polite to him, leaving Lao Mo alone in the police station.
Lao Mo didn't dare to go to the operating room at all. He spent the whole night in the duty room of the police station to strengthen his courage. In the second half of the night, he went to the toilet. After he finished solving the problem, he opened the door of the duty room again.
The person was standing at the door shivering as if he had been electrocuted.
He clearly pushed open the door to the duty room, but inside was the surgical anatomy room in their technical room suite...
If it hadn't been for the weird things these past few days, Lao Mo would have had it right now. Just like that, the back of his head was still feeling cold. The operating room was filled with a strong corpse smell, and there was a vague
A blurry figure was sitting at the desk. Since there were no lights in the operating room, it was dark inside and it was impossible to see the figure clearly. After hearing the sound of the door opening, the whole figure turned to look in the direction of Lao Mo.
Old Mo was not unprepared at all. Before going out in the morning, he poured the entire jar of salt from Father Mo's house into his two pockets. Now Old Mo couldn't care less. He put his two hands in his pockets.
He took out two handfuls of salt, raised his hand and walked towards the figure's position.
After that, without waiting for any results, he suddenly turned around and ran behind him. However, he only ran two steps before he suddenly stopped. After turning 180 degrees, he still saw the scene of the operating room in front of him.
.Just because he took these two steps, Lao Mo was now in the operating room.
Before Lao Mo could turn around and run away again, there was a "bang" sound behind him, and the door of the operating room had been closed. Lao Mo stood there blankly, not daring to move rashly. At this time, the figure suddenly moved, and he stretched out his hand on the table
Twist a little bit of salt noodles on the top, lick it with your tongue and spit it out immediately: "Bah, bah, bah, this is salt. I am a living person, not a newly dead ghost, this is of no use to me." The voice sounded old.
, it sounds like this man is a hundred years old, no one questions it.
Hearing this man say that he was not a ghost, Lao Mo's heart finally settled in his stomach. Just when he was about to ask this man what he wanted to do, the man suddenly said something. His words were fast and convoluted. Lao Mo
It was impossible to hear what he said. The moment the last syllable came out of the figure's mouth, Lao Mo's heart suddenly tightened, as if someone had strangled his heart with a thin rope. Then he
The inside of my chest was burning, as if I had just drank a glass of concentrated sulfuric acid and it was now flowing to my chest.
Lao Mo's feet went weak and he knelt directly on the ground. He opened his mouth and wanted to shout for help, but he couldn't shout a word. Lao Mo gasped for air, but not a trace of air could reach his lungs. Slowly
, Lao Mo's brain began to lack oxygen. The scene in front of him began to blur, Lao Mo's body tilted, and he fell to the floor.
While he was fuming on the ground, Lao Mo's eyes suddenly became clear for no reason. Although the room was still dark, he could already clearly see the desk in front of him. Sitting at the desk in front of him was an old man who could no longer stand.
The old man. His snow-white hair and the folds on his face were like dried apples. Although Lao Mo's eyes became clearer, his heart was still burning. There was no improvement. And Lao Mo's
My hands and feet were weak and I couldn't do anything. I could only wait for death.
Just as Lao Mo was about to die, he heard a "bang!" sound. The door to the operating room was kicked open, and a man as thin as a bamboo pole walked in from the outside: "It's not me.
He said, I can smell this smell on your body outside. You are obviously a living person, but you always act like a living ghost."
When the man entered the operating room, the constraint in Lao Mo's heart suddenly disappeared without a trace. The air entered Lao Mo's lungs again, and he was brought back from the brink of death. Lao Mo got up from the ground.
Although I didn't know who the skinny man was, he seemed to pose no threat to me.
When the old man saw the skinny man coming in, he trembled violently. He turned around and ran towards the window quickly, but after running a few steps, the old man stopped. His face was very ugly, just like the old man just now.
Mo's expression when he saw him. He looked back at the thin man and said, "Who is guarding the window this time?"
The skinny man laughed and said, "Whoever caught you last time will be waiting for you outside the window this time." The corners of his skinny eyes trembled a few times, then he stared at the skinny man and said, "One at the door and one outside the window.
Is this a prescribed action by your polling bureau?" The thin man did not answer him directly: "You can ask Po Jun directly later. You ran away from him last time, but he has been thinking about you."
Listening to the thin man talking about Pojun, the old man felt as if he had been punched in the face. Before he could speak, the window was pushed open from the outside, and a man over two meters tall looked out of the window at an incredible angle.
He turned in. After seeing the tall man come in, the old man instinctively took a few steps back and looked at the tall man with a look of horror.
After the tall man came in, he walked directly towards the old man. The old man shivered and backed away, saying as he did so: "I am still alive, you can't do anything to me..." What he said was still
Before he finished speaking, the tall man ignored him, took out a stick from his waist, swung it into the wind, and hit the old man in the face.
The old man instinctively blocked it with his arm, and then heard a "Gaba" sound, and the stick was firmly placed on the old man's arm, and his arm was bent at a weird angle. The old man screamed, covering his arm.
Rolling on the ground. Immediately afterwards, the tall man held a swing stick and struck at the old man's other good arm again. The old man had no ability to dodge, and there was another "Gaba" sound. The old man fainted on the spot and lay upright.
On the ground, motionless.
After the tall man saw that the old man had fainted, his expression did not relax at all. He stared straight at the old man, as if to guard against his sudden escape. After almost twelve or thirteen minutes, the tall man suddenly
He grabbed a handful of white powder from his pocket and sprinkled it on the open space five or six meters away from the old man.
After the white powder fell to the ground, a thick smoke suddenly appeared on the ground where it came into contact with the powder. Then there was another scream, and the old man's body suddenly disappeared out of thin air. At the same time, where the tall man had sprinkled the white powder,
, and suddenly the white-haired old man appeared out of thin air.
At this time, the old man had shrunk into a ball, and both of his arms were disabled, but the tall man had no intention of stopping. He raised the swinging stick in his hand and hit the old man across the face. He received several blows.
Afterwards, the old man begged and said: "I am still alive, you still have questions to ask me..."
"You are not anymore!" the tall man shouted, and then hit the old man on the temple with a stick. The old man fell to the ground without a sound and died...