Seeing Lin Hao's abnormal expression, Leng Yuehan stopped pretending to be cool and quickly stepped forward and asked, "Black-faced God, what's wrong with you?"
Zeng Fan also asked: "Did the injury recur again?"
Lin Hao shook his head, but kept staring at the machine in front of him.
Zeng Fan asked doubtfully: "You seem to be afraid of this thing. What is it?"
After a long while, Lin Hao said with difficulty and powerlessness: "This is... the incinerator!"
"Incinerator?" Zeng Fan asked: "Is it specially used to burn garbage?"
Lin Hao said: "Yes, but you can also burn other things."
Zeng Fan asked: "What about for example?"
It took a lot of effort for Lin Hao to say one word: "...corpse!"
Everyone's expressions changed greatly when they heard this, and they looked at the machine that seemed to eat people without spitting out bones in horror.
Zeng Fan asked anxiously: "You mean, this thing is..."
Lin Hao nodded slowly and said: "Yes, this thing appears here, it is definitely not used to burn garbage, but to burn people!"
Zeng Fan shivered uncontrollably, and said with a trembling voice: "I'm too timid, you, don't scare me!"
"I hope I'm lying to you, but I've seen an incinerator that's almost exactly the same as this one, only bigger!" Lin Hao said expressionlessly: "If I'm not wrong, those who once lived here
People, I’m afraid, were thrown in one by one and turned into ashes!”
Everyone's expressions changed horribly again, and a policeman murmured: "This, isn't this too cruel?"
Lin Hao shook his head and said: "I'm afraid this is not the cruelest thing!"
Zeng Fan hurriedly asked: "Is there anything more cruel than this?"
Lin Hao said: "Before they were thrown in, their hearts, livers and kidneys must have been poached!"
Everyone: "..."
At this moment, Shen Jingbin's voice sounded on the intercom: "Dr. Lin, where are you now?"
Lin Hao picked up the intercom and pressed the intercom button and said: "Director Shen, I am at the place where the accident happened before, on the second underground floor of the inpatient building!"
Shen Jingbin asked again: "Then what did you find?"
Lin Hao said: "There are some. Where are you?"
Shen Jingbin said: "I have made some discoveries here. But I'm not sure yet!"
Lin Hao looked around. This was the last place. There was nothing to check, so he said: "Then I'll go out now. Let's gather in front of the complex!"
Shen Jingbin agreed, "Okay!"
Lin Hao then led his people to evacuate along the original route. When they arrived in front of the complex building outside, they saw Shen Jingbin and others had come down from upstairs, and almost all of his subordinates were holding a stack of documents in their hands.
When Lin Hao saw this, he asked: "Shen Bureau, what is this?"
Shen Jingbin said: "It's the case data. We found it in the archives room on the seventh floor. It was hidden on a wall. There was a hidden compartment in the wall, and there was a visual acuity chart hanging outside."
Lin Hao took the medical record from one of the police officers and asked, "Do you see any problem?" while flipping through it.
Shen Jingbin shook his head and said: "Except for some laboratory test reports, the handwritten words were basically like ghost drawings. I couldn't understand what was written at all. But it was so hidden, I guessed there must be something fishy in it, so I brought it down.
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Lin Hao did not ask any more questions, but looked through them carefully. Seeing this, Zeng Fan also took a stack of cases and began to look at them.
After reading more than half of it, the two professionals found nothing. The records of the cases were very ordinary, detailed, and standardized.
After the patient’s name, gender, age, work unit or address, contact information, drug allergy history and other basic information, outpatient records, admission records, hospitalization records, laboratory test orders, medical imaging examination data, etc.!
After Lin Hao read the last case in his hand, he stopped and asked Zeng Fan: "Did you find anything?"
Zeng Fan shook his head and said: "No, except that the doctor's handwriting is a little sloppy!"
Everyone: "..."
Lin Hao thought for a while and said, "How about we go back to the archives and compare it with other common cases."
Zeng Fan had no objection, and Shen Jingbin would not have any objection either, so everyone returned to the complex.
In the archives room, Lin Hao saw the hidden compartment behind a vision test form. It was so clever and concealed that it would be difficult to discover the mystery behind it without a careful search.
Lin Hao looked and looked in the dark room and found that there was indeed nothing inside, so he picked up other ordinary cases and checked them against each other.
Through this comparison, Lin Hao quickly discovered the problem.
At the same time, Zeng Fan actually stopped. Apparently he also noticed it.
Lin Hao asked: "What did you find?"
Zeng Fan didn't answer and asked: "What about you?"
Lin Hao pointed to the cases found by Shen Jingbin and others and said: "These cases, without exception, have no discharge records."
Zeng Fan nodded and said: "Yes, to file a case, it must be complete. Whether the patient was finally cured and discharged, or died, there should be records. But the strange thing is that none of these cases are included."
Shen Jingbin asked: "Why don't these patients have discharge records?"
Zeng Fan sighed bitterly and replied: "Of course it's because they were not discharged from the hospital!"
Shen Jingbin said in shock: "If you are not discharged from the hospital, where did you go?"
When he asked, Lin Hao and Zeng Fan couldn't help but glance at each other, and their faces turned pale, because they had already guessed the whereabouts of these patients.
Seeing that both of them were silent, Shen Jingbin hurriedly asked, "Say it!"
Leng Yuehan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "I know!"
Shen Jingbin asked hurriedly: "Where is it?"
Leng Yuehan took the bright flashlight from a police officer, walked to the window and shined it below, "There!"
Everyone hurried forward and looked along the flashlight beam, but they felt baffled because the position illuminated by Leng Yuehan was the extremely bright and brilliant flowers in the flower garden in front of the complex building.
Leng Yuehan slowly explained: "If I guessed correctly, they should have all been burned to ashes and then turned into fertilizer for these flowers."
Everyone stood there stunned, unable to recover for a while.
After a while, Shen Jingbin had a quickie, woke up and asked Lin Hao: "Doctor Lin, what did you find over there?"
Lin Hao explained the findings and speculations of himself and others. At the same time, the police officer who had just followed Lin Hao also handed the collected evidence to Shen Jingbin.
After hearing this, Shen Jingbin fell silent in shock.
Lin Hao took out his mobile phone and called the patient's contact number according to the case, obviously hoping to contact the patient or his family. However, without exception, every number either showed that it could not be reached or that it was empty.
Lin Hao refused to give up and said to Shen Jingbin: "Bureau Shen, please ask someone to check according to the addresses on these cases to see if these people exist."
Shen Jingbin quickly ordered to go down, and a police officer took out his laptop and logged into the household registration system. After checking, he found that all the addresses were fake.
Discovering such a situation, Shen Jingbin felt baffled and asked a series of questions: "What on earth is going on? There are a total of 125 cases, that is, 125 people, but they Their names, addresses, and contact numbers were all fake. How did they get there? Judging from the time records from the first case to the last case, the total time span was eight months, but in these eight months , let alone our Mingzhu District, even the entire Yangcheng may not have so many missing persons! To take a step back, even if there are so many missing people, what about their families? Why not report the case? "
Lin Hao sat down on the chair next to him in despair, his mood was extremely bad, because this incident was more cruel and bad than he had imagined before. He didn't want to say anything, he pointed at Zeng Fan and said: "Shen Ju , let him explain it to you!"
Zeng Fan did not refuse and said loudly: "Judging from the symptoms recorded in the cases, these people are almost all in the same condition. They are mentally abnormal and unconscious, which is what ordinary people call neurosis."
Shen Jingbin swallowed and asked again: "What next?"
Leng Yuehan on the side said: "Although there are not many such psychopaths, there are still many. They can be found under overpasses, beside trash cans, in ruins, on the streets... Anyway, as long as you are willing, you can always find them."
Shen Jingbin was surprised, "You mean these people are homeless people on the street?"
Zeng Fan said: "It's probably not all of them. Some of them may have been transferred from other hospitals, and some may have been smuggled in from abroad. Anyway, it could be anything."
Shen Jingbin's face turned livid, and after pondering for a while, he asked: "Since their identity information is false, are these cases also false?"
Zeng Fan shook his head and said: "No, the case should be true, because whether it is symptoms, laboratory tests, or treatment medications, all records are well-founded."
Shen Jingbin said: "Since you think that what they want is just the organs from these people, they can just take them directly into the operating room, so why bother?"
Zeng Fan shook his head again, "Shen Bureau, you don't know something about this. Whether a person's organs can be donated or transplanted must be tested and evaluated on his body. Otherwise, a broken or diseased organ will be transplanted into If it happens to another person, wouldn’t that make it worse?”
Shen Jingbin suddenly understood, but still had doubts: "Psychopaths... no, I mean people with mental problems, are their organs still useful?"
Zeng Fan said: "Of course, people with mental problems basically have brain abnormalities, and most of their organs are healthy."
Shen Jingbin finally had no doubts and murmured absently: "One hundred and twenty-five people, one hundred and twenty-five living lives, were killed by them like this. This is so cold-blooded and terrible. In all my years as a police officer, I have never seen such a big case."
Lin Hao, who had been silent next to him, finally spoke up, "Bureau Shen, please calm down. Now is not the time to be merciful. These are just our speculations. We can't be completely sure yet. The murderer hasn't been caught yet!"
Shen Jingbin regained consciousness and asked hurriedly: "Dr. Lin, do you have any other findings?"
Lin Hao nodded, pointed to the one hundred and twenty-five cases and said, "Have you noticed that these cases were written by the same person?"
Shen Jingbin quickly looked through it and compared it. After a while, he nodded and said: "Yes, it is indeed the handwriting of the same person."
Lin Hao said: "Then do you know who this person is?"
Shen Jingbin checked it carefully again and found that the places where signatures should be placed on every record were all left blank. He couldn't help but asked blankly: "Who?"
Lin Hao stretched out his hand and pointed upward, "Don't you think these handwritings are exactly the same as the handwriting we saw in the dean's office on the ninth floor?"
Shen Jingbin thought about it carefully and finally realized, "These are all written by Wang Zhiwen!?"
Lin Hao nodded, "Yes!"
With one hundred and twenty-five lives involved, the case is undoubtedly serious.
Shen Jingbin did not dare to slack off at all and quickly reported to his superiors. Soon, a team of technical experts sent from the province rushed to Qingshan Hospital.
Now that the experts are here, there is nothing to do with Lin Hao and others, so they say goodbye to Shen Jingbin and leave.