Super thriller live broadcast

No one answered Zhang Heng's question. At this time, Chen Mo and I were attracted to the pool in the house. There was something floating like water plants in the pool covered with white tiles.

Following the light of Chen Mo's flashlight, Zhang Heng saw: "What are you two doing? Is that floating thing so scary?"

"You don't understand." I shook my head, knowing very well what Chen Mo was feeling now, because I had seen a similar scene in the anatomy room of Jiangcheng Medical College. The black things floating in the water were not water plants, but women's hair.

"Let's go in and take a look." I don't know what this special ward is used for. The door is not locked or sealed. After shaking it a few times, it is easily opened.

The air is filled with the smell of putrefaction and medicinal liquid, and if you smell it carefully, you can also smell a faint smell of blood.

"Close the door." This place is very close to the stairs. If the monster chases down from upstairs, it is likely to block us directly in the house.

Chen Mo and I slowly approached the pool. Zhang Heng was guarding the door with a DV: "You two, move quickly. We are going to the morgue, so don't waste time."

"Wait a minute." I was the first to walk to the pool and looked into the pool. The pool was not deep, only one meter at most, but it was filled with sewage that smelled of stench and medicine.

In the sewage, a female body was sunk face down at the bottom of the water.

"I'm going..." Chen Mo's reaction was a little violent when he saw a corpse outside the autopsy room for the first time. He even started to retching and wanted to turn his head away.

"What's wrong? Are the anatomy teachers in the hospital different from the corpses at the murder scene?" I have long been accustomed to the scene in front of me. I have also seen more bloody scenes during the live broadcast in the mental hospital.

Chen Mo waved his hand towards me and was speechless for a moment. I looked at his embarrassed look and shook my head: "If you can't stand it, just stay away."

I don't know what the water in the pool is used for. It is very turbid, and the blood mixed in it is not particularly obvious.

"The back is intact, where is the wound? What is the cause of death?" I found a cleaning mop from the house, squatted on the edge of the pool, and tried to fish the female body out of the pool.

"Are you crazy? Why did you touch her?" Chen Mo's voice was very weak. He grabbed my hand and said, "Treat the corpse with the minimum respect."

"Respect is mutual. I respect her very much in my heart, but I don't know if she respects me or not." I ignored Chen Mo and turned over the female body with a mop. The water in the pool rippled and splashed. Zhang Heng and Chen Mo stayed away. Open, only I continue the action in my hands.

The female body that was originally facing up was quickly turned over by me. When I used my judgment and saw her face, my heart seemed to skip a beat and I almost threw away the mop in my hand.

"How could it be her?" The female corpse sinking under the water was none other than Che Chili, who came in with Gu Bei tonight!

The concave, convex and exquisite body is soaked in sewage, which makes people look at it with no interest at all, leaving only an endless chill.

"The last time we met, she screamed and ran into the woods outside the hospital, but how did she appear here? Could it be that those secret passages lead to the woods outside the hospital? Can she run directly outside the hospital?" The situation is a bit complicated. I dare not jump to conclusions.

Realizing that my expression was wrong, Chen Mo and Zhang Heng came over at this time. They had different reactions when they looked at the female corpse in the water.

Chen Mo has gradually improved after getting through the initial uncomfortable stage, while Zhang Heng's performance was within my expectations. He only had disgust on his face and did not have much psychological fluctuations.

"Zhang Heng, which one is scarier than this female corpse or the one who died in the skinning case in Xinhu?"

"Why are you asking?" Zhang Heng rolled his eyes at me: "If nothing happens, leave quickly. If we don't find the morgue, we will all die!"

"Don't worry, I'm just saying casually." Putting down the mop, I pointed at the female corpse in the pool: "Please pay attention to this corpse. There are wounds on her abdomen, neck, and some places with dense blood vessels. This way of death It’s a little strange.”

"Brother, how long has it been? Do you still have the time to analyze this? I just want to go to the morgue and get out of this damn place!" Zhang Heng looked at the corpse in disgust and scratched his hair: "Even if you can analyze the cause of death of the female corpse It’s useless, we are facing a terrible ghost! It’s a ghost, not a human being, do you understand? If I had already called the police, would I still come to this miserable place?”

He kept urging, and seemed to be very eager to go to the morgue. This caught my attention, but I didn't say it out loud, I just kept it in my mind.

"Listen to me. I saw this woman before entering the hospital. Her death time was no more than two hours." I spoke faster: "The blood in the human body is about eight percent of the body's weight. In other words, this female corpse contains at least 5 kilograms of blood. Her wounds are all concentrated in areas with dense blood vessels. But if you look at the pool, the sewage in the pool maintains its original color and is not dyed red by blood. Blood has It is extremely diffusible. Five pounds of blood did not dye a pool red in two hours. Do you know what this means?"

Both of them looked up at me with confusion in their eyes.

"It means this is not the scene of the first crime. The female body had been bled before being thrown here. She died of excessive blood loss. In addition, please pay attention to the wounds. They are very irregular, and the wounds on her right wrist are very It was deep, and there were many wounds. It seemed that the blood vessels were cut after several cuts. But the wound on the left wrist was neat and there was only one, indicating that the blood vessels were cut in one go." I turned to look at the confused two people: "If it was a homicide, the wounds on both sides of the wrist should not have such obvious deviations, so this woman may have committed suicide. People are generally right-handed, and when she held the knife in her right hand, she easily cut open the wound on her left hand. The wrist, but when I switch to holding the knife with my left hand, my weak hand cannot use the strength at all, so this situation occurs."

"The analysis makes sense, but does homicide or suicide have anything to do with us? Brother, we are not here to solve the case. Let's go." Zhang Heng was still urging, and I gave him a meaningful look.

"Have you ever thought about a question? If she committed suicide 'voluntarily', there would be no need to make so many wounds on her body. Even a masochist would not do this. Moreover, this woman has no reason to commit suicide at all. This kind of Abnormally revealed a piece of information that she was forced to commit suicide! It sounds convoluted, but that may be the truth. I suspect there is a monster in the hospital that can control people's will and make them act against their will! This corpse Appearing underground means that the monster is not far from us underground, do you still think it has nothing to do with us?"

What I said left Zhang Heng speechless. He had a grimace on his face and finally nodded helplessly: "Then what do you think we should do?"

"Don't worry, there are still some questions that need to be clarified. Why did the monster bleed and kill people? Who threw her into this pool?" In fact, I have an answer in my heart. The murderer may be the baby girl.

After searching the house for a while, I found the folded surgical trolley in the metal cabinet against the wall. The bearings were intact and there were blood stains on them.

"The deceased was pushed in by this car, using a folding surgical cart. This behavior does not look like something a ghost could do? Could it be a writer? What is the relationship between him and the baby girl?"

Walking out of the ward, Chen Mo kept his head lowered, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Are you okay? Normally, you medical students should have seen a lot of corpses. Are you so scared?" I held his hand and said casually.

"I'm not afraid, I just feel strange. You may not have noticed that the smell of medicine in the pool is the same as the smell of medicine on the writer's body."

"It smells like medicine?" I thought about it carefully and it seemed like it was true.

"It's not just the smell of medicine. When we walked out of the house just now, the eyelids of the female corpse seemed to move. I thought it was a reaction from the corpse at first, but now that I think about it, it feels weird."

Chen Mo said something surprising, which surprised both Zhang Heng and me.

"What are you talking about? The light is so dark, can you see the corpse's eyelids twitching? Is it a hallucination?" Zhang Heng said this, but he slowed down and squeezed between me and Chen Mo, as if this would make him feel more secure. .

"Did the corpse move? Does the liquid still smell the same?" I didn't think Chen Mo was lying, and something I had done to the writer slowly came to mind.

When I agreed to cooperate with him, I condensed a ray of Yin Qi into a needle and inserted it into his body, but he had no reaction.

Neither did I notice the presence of Yin Qi, nor did I feel any discomfort like ordinary people.

"Is that guy a dead man?" If that's the case, then who is the host of the show?

I am now full of resentment towards the reminder phone call from the underworld show. If there were no previous mission instructions, why would show anchors hunt each other out? I would not have been cautious and constrained in this live broadcast, resulting in nothing being gained yet.

"Forget about other anchors, why didn't Chen Jiuge show up?" I have already had murderous thoughts towards Chen Jiuge. Even if I fail in this live broadcast mission, I will kill him. I know very well in my heart that if I don’t deal with him, I will be the one who dies when he finds out my identity.

Not far away, the terrifying sound of water droplets appeared in my ears again. The monster was very close to us, and it was very likely that we would encounter it when we rounded a corner.

At the same time, Chen Mo's flashlight illuminated a vaguely written house number. After removing the white paint on it, several black words appeared in front of his eyes - Morgue No. 1.

"Finally found it!" Zhang Heng was eager to go in, but I stopped him.

"The door number says No. 1. Does that mean there is No. 2? No. 3?" I touched Gu Tongtong's death certificate in my pocket and stepped forward to open the pale white ward door.