The meal was coming to an end, and the news that Gu Qingcheng wanted had arrived, and as I expected, it was bad news.

Two policemen with serious expressions knocked on the door and came in, but without speaking, they first looked Gu Qingcheng and me up and down several times. The angry and funny look in the eyes of the two made me very uncomfortable.

"Miss Gu, you said that there was a female doctor and two nurses who were with you to help the pregnant woman give birth, and a male doctor was kicked by your friend and escaped. In fact, there are no doctors, no nurses, no pregnant women, and no babies...... Nothing, everything is your illusion. Think about it, the female doctor and the midwife—" The officer opened the notebook and took out three six-inch half-length photographs of women.

In the photo, one woman is wearing a doctor's overalls, and the other two are wearing a nurse's overalls. Judging from the badges, they are all official staff of Dunhuang People's Hospital.

I saw the doctors and nurses in the delivery room last night, and they were completely different from the chubby woman with ordinary features in the photo.

It didn't take too much explanation for Gu Tingcheng and I to understand what was going on.

"In the future, whether you testify or testify yourself, you must tell the truth, and don't make up some strange things to mislead the police. Otherwise, if serious consequences are caused, the police will detain you on the charge of 'spreading rumors and causing trouble and disturbing public order', do you understand? With black faces, the two policemen took out the clay box and instructed Gu Tingcheng to put their fingerprints on the photo.

This is a big conspiracy, I don't know who it's aimed at, but Gu Tingcheng and I are both in this conspiracy, and we have been entangled to death.

The only solution is to quickly jump out of the circle and stay away from this invisible conspiracy.

After the police left, Gu Tingcheng paced quickly in the house, like an ant trapped in a maze.

"I'm going to find the baby, as long as I ......" Gu Tingcheng stopped talking.

Since any hope of speaking out will be in vain, it may be best to say nothing at this time.

I looked at the sleeping Mingshui sleeve and whispered, "I'll go, I'll go find the baby, you're here to sit." No matter what the police say, I only believe you. ”

The police believe the evidence, and if we can't produce any evidence, we can't blame the other party for being cold. If even the baby can't be found this time, the case can be closed once and for all.

"There are 40 nodes up and down the fresh air system, and you only need to go a third of the way to find the baby in the inflatable bag. If you find him, take him out of the hospital through the side door, and we'll meet again. The facts of what happened in this hospital are so weird that they are driving me crazy! Gu Qingcheng didn't argue too much, immediately told me the point of the problem, and handed me the pen-shaped strong flashlight in his hand.

I stacked the chairs on the table, loosened the screws on the grille of the new air outlet with the key, gently removed the fence, and slowly leaned in.

The size of the sub-duct of the fresh air system is 80 centimeters square, which only allows one person to crawl through. After walking three meters, enter the main pipeline, which measures one meter and twenty squares, and in addition to crawling, you can also bow down and move.

"How's the view?" Gu Tingcheng shouted outside.

"Good, no problem." I replied softly.

The pipes lead to all the rooms, and if I speak loudly, the sound will spread infinitely along the pipes, forming a loudspeaker effect, which will cause even more annoyance. Therefore, when I crawl forward, I have to carefully control my body movements and try to make as few noises as possible to avoid attracting attention.

Geographically, I crawled from the southeast corner of the building to the northeast corner, which is equivalent to a reverse cycle, against the wind.

The fresh air system is different from the central air conditioner, the wind is soft, if there is nothing, the air that has been filtered is fresh and clean, so that I feel like I am in a huge oxygen bar, my mind is getting clearer and clearer, and my limbs are becoming more and more flexible.

"Only those who are interested in Ming Shuisleeve will go to great lengths to direct a big drama of fake doctors and real surgeries. Now, I'm 100% sure that the operation is adulterated with other illegal means. The gentleman is not guilty, but he is guilty. We had nothing to do with the forces behind the scenes, but the secret in Mingshui's mind became *, putting us in dire straits...... "I figured out the first point.

All disputes are based on one point, that is, "what Ming Shuisleeve said is the truth", that is, "she really entered the rebound pipa diagram".

"The world in the picture? She goes to the picture, and she comes from the picture? Lei Dongtian fell in love with a person in a painting? "Question marks run through my mind.

"Tom, tom", there was a sudden dull sound in front of the left, and the stainless steel air duct under me also vibrated twice in a row.

I picked up speed to the end of the straight, slowly poked my head out, and peeked to the left.

A figure in white crouched about thirty meters away, his head facing me, motionless.

There was a faint smell of blood wafting in the wind, and I immediately made a judgment that it should already be a dead man. The "tom" sound just now may be the movement caused by the sharp weapon piercing the stainless steel air duct, and the person shrank in the narrow air duct, suddenly attacked, unable to dodge, and could only hit hard.

I watched in silence for a while, and when I made sure the danger was gone, I crawled quickly to the man in white.

The other man was indeed dead, and I nudged him on the shoulder, turned him on his side, and scrutinized his face. He was the male doctor who was kicked over by the Iron Mirror King, and now there was a fist-sized blood hole in his chest and abdomen, and most of the blood gushing out flowed down along the holes in the air duct, and a small part was absorbed by the clothes he was wearing, so there was no blood flowing in the air tunnel.

I moved the corpse and looked down through the air duct hole.

Below is a square warehouse with more than a dozen rows of shelves, on which are placed large and small bottles and cans. It seems that it is a drug warehouse, and the door must be locked and inaccessible.

It is extremely unlikely that someone will be caught red-handed when someone kills someone here.

I also saw the killing tool, which was a thick crowbar, about a meter and a half long, with a bloodstained end and dropped in the corner of the warehouse.

This type of crowbar is usually used to lift heavy objects, and is only used in hospitals to move and install large instruments.

"The fake male doctor is a praying mantis, the crowbar killer is a yellow finch, and I and Gu Qingcheng are two cicadas that everyone stares at, watchs, and laughs at." I leaned against the side wall of the air duct and gasped, laughing bitterly at myself.

The same thing was said to me by Lei Dongtian when he was drunk.

He called all the gangs, mountains, bigwigs, and thugs in the rivers and lakes of Hong Kong Island cicadas, along with all kinds of underground places and practitioners of dark professions, in his eyes, they are all self-proclaimed and self-righteous cicadas.

"No matter how happy the cicadas are, it only takes one summer, born in spring and died in autumn, isn't it ridiculous? Hong Kong Island, the city of three miles of Macau, how many cicadas can it hold? Thousands, tens of thousands. To put it bluntly, it's just for the higher-level bigwigs to play for fun. Who are those big guys? I don't even know the highest-level entertainment and political records, and I don't dare to say or write about what I know. There is no doubt that the bigwigs are praying mantises, and if you see which cicada is not pleasing to the eye, you will be stabbed in the head, killed, eaten, and not taken seriously at all. The real yellow finch is the general trend. In the general trend, the bigwigs can't protect themselves, but no one knows exactly what the general trend is. If you want to see the general trend clearly, you must look to history. Qin Emperor Han Wu, slightly lost literary talent, Tang Dynasty and Song Zu, slightly less coquettish; A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only knows how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle. Since the beginning of Pangu to the present, there is only one person who truly understands history, controls the general trend, and occupies the position of the yellow bird......"

This is a drunken talk, Lei Dongtian only said it once, and never mentioned it after that.

"Since it's a cicada, you have to see where the praying mantis is, and the rest, let's talk about it later." I told myself silently.

When I crawled forward again, I had a very bad feeling.

Fake male doctors die here, and fake female doctors and nurses won't live long.

When a leaf falls and a cicada dies, it is unlikely that its companion will survive.

I continued forward, controlling my palms, knees, and toes, almost silently. The enemy who killed the fake doctor does not know where to hide, and he can kill him as well as me, this narrow wind passage is like a rope, and as long as it is still in it, it will always be at a disadvantage to fight.

Ten minutes later, as I was about to reach another bend, I heard another unusual movement, what seemed to be the sound of an awl piercing into the defeated leather in succession, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof

"Master!" I couldn't help but be terrified.

Killing is a technical job, and the sharp object pierces the flesh and skin parts, and can reach the organs, which is the correct point of the knife. If the knife is stabbed on the subcutaneous bone every time, it will wear out quickly, or worse, it will get stuck in the broken bone and cannot be pulled out and stabbed again. Therefore, the true assassin thoroughly studies the distribution of human bones, making sure that each knife stabs deep enough to tear more organs and inflict deep bloodletting on the enemy.

The killer's action of stabbing, receiving, and stabbing again is seamless, without any delay, skillful and sophisticated, and the general of Ding Ding is not something that ordinary characters can do.

I sped forward, approached the corner, and leaned down, leaning out only half of my face and peering into the air tunnel behind the corner.

This time, I was only a little late, and the assassinated man in white was still rolling and struggling, and the hissing of blood from his wounds was incessant.

The killer had departed, and no one was seen within fifty paces.

I crawled over, and the blood of the man in white meandered into a stream in the wind tunnel, slowly flowing in the direction of the wind.

When the blood was released, her struggle was greatly reduced.

"Who are you? Who killed you? I asked.

She is a fake doctor in the obstetrics, the one who delivered the baby to the demon with Gu Tingcheng. I shuddered at the thought of King Tiejing personally entrusting his woman to a group of fake doctors and nurses, and he himself had no idea about it, standing outside the door to resist the secret guards.

The sinister nature of the rivers and lakes is unfathomable, and all crises are hidden under the appearance of calm, normal, and beauty.

If there was no Gu Qingcheng, probably after the first battle, even the demon would have disappeared, let alone the baby.

The murderer was extremely despicable, and stabbed the female doctor in the throat for the first time, causing her to cry out for help. The wound was round, the diameter of an adult's thumb cover, and it went straight backwards and went through the side of the large vertebral point at the back of the neck of the female doctor.

"Give me that name, write to me, and I'll avenge you." I reacted immediately, grabbed her right hand, grabbed her thumb, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger, leaving only the index finger extended.

"Write, write!" I dipped her index finger in a pool of blood, then moved it horizontally, tapping it on a clean spot that wasn't stained with blood.

The female doctor made two "ho-ho" sounds in her throat and wanted to speak desperately, but as soon as the trachea moved, the wound immediately covered with two translucent large blood blisters, and she couldn't make a sound at all.

"Write, write the name, and I'll avenge you!" I leaned down and whispered in her ear.

At first, her eyes were wide open in horror and anger, and all of a sudden, the sparkle in her eyes diminished sharply, covered in a mournful gray, and her eyelids slowly closed.

I was helpless, my free left hand was gently clenched, and the tips of my thumb were lightly spit out from the gap between my index finger and middle finger, forming a "duckbill style", making a "finger inch strength", and knocking on her left temple with a sound.

That kind of martial arts technique can cause the victim to have a sharp and short headache, and it is the most direct way to wake him up from a shallow coma. Although it is a drink to quench your thirst, it is also the wisest workaround in an emergency.

The female doctor shook and opened her eyes again.

"Write the name, write the killer name!" I cried close to her ear.

Her index finger finally trembled and moved, and she wrote a long horizontal and then two short vertical words, clearly a cursive prefix.

I held my breath and stared at the tip of her index finger.

There are many surnames starting with cursive characters, and when she writes the next stroke, the range can be instantly narrowed down to a few.