Not to mention how bloody this scene is, if it were recorded with a mobile phone, it would definitely kill movies like Saw.
After all, we all know that the scenes in the movie are fake, but these scenes are all real.
No wonder they said that doctors are all perverts, but Hong Zhuo's expression didn't change even when he looked at these brains.
"The inspection came out." Hong Zhuo frowned tightly and said to Director Luo: "Investigate Zhao Zhigang closely. He is highly suspicious."
"How did she die? Poisoned or something?" I asked Hong Zhuo doubtfully.
Hong Zhuo shook his head and said, "It's not poisoning. Although I have some answers, I'm still not sure. After all, this method of killing is too weird. It cannot be regarded as irrefutable evidence that Zhao Zhigang committed murder. Zhao Zhigang needs to admit it himself."
"Yeah." Director Luo's face was also very gloomy, he turned around and walked out, probably to order the police to investigate Zhao Zhigang.
"Is there anything to eat? I'm starving." Hong Zhuo looked at it, then took a pack of cakes from the bedside table, sat next to the body and started eating.
I swallowed my saliva and asked, "Old Hong, can you still eat this?"
Hong Zhuo swallowed the cake and said, "What's this? When I first started studying medicine, I always ate next to corpses, even bloodier ones. For example, the teacher was disemboweling the corpse, and we were hungry.
Just hold your rice bowl and watch it while you eat. There are all kinds of gastrointestinal and bowel problems. Aren’t you also studying medicine? Sooner or later, there will be such a thing.”
Let me go, I get goosebumps just listening to it.
Seeing my expression, Hong Zhuo also smiled and said, "How do you guess this deceased person died?"
"Stop being pretentious and just tell me." I asked.
"The deceased died very strangely. The cause of her death was the small mark on her forehead." Hong Zhuo said, "It's very complicated to tell you specifically. Anyway, the deceased died of intracranial hemorrhage. Maybe someone kept knocking her every day.
forehead, and then the blood vessels in the cortex ruptured, and finally he died of intracranial hemorrhage.”
When I heard this, I got goosebumps all over my body, and I asked: "You mean, someone knocked her on the forehead every day and beat her to death like this?"
"Yeah." Hong Zhuo nodded: "This is the weirdest thing. To control such a degree, the murderer must have knocked when the deceased was sleeping, but he could not allow the deceased to wake up, but there must also be a certain degree of control.
With such force, I have only seen this kind of murder case in a post on Tianya before. I never thought that someone could actually kill people in this way. Of course, whether it is what I guessed, we have to wait for the murderer to confess."
"You mean, the criminal is Zhao Zhigang?" I asked.
Hong Zhuo nodded: "Apart from him who can sleep with the deceased every day and knock on the forehead of the deceased every day, who else can do this?"
"Okay, let the police handle the rest of the matter. There's nothing wrong with us." Hong Zhuo stood up, patted his butt, and walked out with a smile.
The two of us walked out, and Zhao Zhigang had disappeared. Director Luo saw us coming out. Hong Zhuo also walked up and told Director Luo his guess about the cause of death. Director Luo nodded after hearing this and said he would treat us to dinner.
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Hong Zhuo declined.
After we walked out of the community, Hong Zhuo didn't look good. He said, "I always feel that this matter is not simple."
"Why is it not simple anymore? Hasn't the truth been revealed? The murderer must be Zhao Zhigang and he has not escaped."
Hong Zhuo thought for a while and said: "Actually, there is another reason why people die like this. I hope it's not the case. Okay, Fengzi, you go back first. Just call me if you need anything."
After that, Hong Zhuo hailed a taxi and left. I looked at the time and it was already half past five in the afternoon.
I didn't expect that this case was actually quite simple and it was solved so easily. I was in a good mood.
I took a taxi and went back to the Medical University and my dormitory.
The dormitory was extremely dirty, with dust everywhere. Brother Yingjun and Brother Tu hadn’t come back yet, and Brother Lu was still in the shop.
I watched Hong Zhuo dissect the corpse, and now I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach. I took out a quilt or something from the cabinet, spread my bed, lay on the bed, and fell asleep.
In fact, I admire my skill very much. As long as I want to sleep, I can fall asleep anytime in bed.
"Save me"
"Save me"
"Who, who is there?" I looked around. It was dark, like a small dark room, and a woman's voice echoed in my ears.
Suddenly a woman walked out in front of me. I took a closer look and realized, holy shit, isn't this the woman who did the autopsy today? She looked exactly like the corpse.
"Save me, save me." The woman's face turned pale. She glanced behind her in horror and said, "That thing is going to take me back. Only you can save me. It's..."
Before she finished speaking, a pale hand suddenly appeared in the darkness, covering her mouth from behind, and then slowly dragged the woman into the darkness. The woman moaned and wanted to speak, but
But he couldn't say it, and his eyes were full of fear.
Slowly, the woman was led into the darkness and lost her voice.
I sat up all of a sudden, breathing heavily, and looked around. I was lying on the bed in the dormitory. What was that just now? A dream?
I closed my eyes and thought about the dream just now. It was too real. What on earth was that pale hand?
It was getting dark outside, so I turned on the lights in the dormitory, lit a cigarette, and took a puff.
"Who is lustful? I am lustful. Who is lustful? I am lustful..."
Suddenly my cell phone rang. I picked up the phone and saw that it was Director Luo calling. I had a vague premonition in my heart.
I picked up the phone and asked: "Hey, Director Luo, what's going on?"
"Xiao Zhang, something happened again." Director Luo said, "Guanyinqiao Hongyuan Hotel."
"I'll be right away." After I said that, I quickly put on a coat, opened the door and ran outside. I looked at the time, and it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.
I took a taxi to the entrance of Hongyuan Hotel on Guanyinqiao Pedestrian Street. I took the elevator to the fourth floor. There were three policemen at the front desk of the hotel who were collecting evidence from a little girl at the front desk.
Those three policemen knew me. They might have seen me at Zhao Zhigang's house this afternoon. One of them, a thirty-year-old policeman, came over, saluted me and said, "Captain Zhang, Director Luo is in room 409 and asked you to come."
I’ll let you go there for a while.”
I nodded, not wanting to talk to them. The dream from before was still in my mind.
I came to room 409. The door was open. I walked in. At this time, more than a dozen police officers were inside taking photos and collecting evidence. Director Luo saw me coming in, pointed to the bed and said: "The cause of death of this deceased is the same as