Lin Mo left, leaving Zhang Bin with a relieved answer, this case was not completed by this corpse, but a real man-made crime, getting this answer, Zhang Bin was satisfied but also a little disappointed, satisfied that this case can be announced to the public, the police want to find some evidence to prove that the deceased was killed by someone is simple, and now the police officer in charge of external contact has taken out those evidence as an explanation, but the most critical surveillance video has never been able to explain.

However, Lin Mo's arrival actually didn't play a role, the only useful thing was that Lin Mo told Zhang Bin that the body was indeed moved by itself, but it had nothing to do with the doctor's death, Zhang Bin wanted to ask something, but Lin Mo held the thermos cup with a nervous face, and left in a hurry, leaving the next sentence, saying that the fee would not be charged this time, leaving Zhang Bin and the forensic doctor looking at each other, and when Zhang Bin chased him out and was about to send Lin Mo back, Lin Mo had disappeared.

After Lin Mo returned to the teahouse, his face was gloomy and a little scary, the thermos cup was taken to the second floor by him, not opened, but sealed, and he came to the first floor again and lay on the chair but couldn't fall asleep.

After tossing and turning for a long time, Lin Mo finally gave up the plan to sleep, sat up from the chair, and a small mirror was pinched by his fingertips, constantly flipping, and the mirror reflected a small point of light on the wall of the teahouse lobby shuttling back and forth.

"Alas, let's go and have a look, otherwise I won't be able to put my mind at ease."

Lin Mo got up and took out his backpack from behind the counter, stuffed more than a dozen mirrors inside, and after instructing Xiao Hei to look at the store, he closed the door and left the teahouse, the little black cat got up from the counter, and looked solemnly at Lin Mo's back disappearing at the door, things seem to be not simple.

Lin Mo left the teahouse, but he didn't know where to go, just took a bus, sat from the starting station to the terminal, and then changed to a bus to continue to sit at the terminal, he was not a goalless choice of buses, none of the buses Lin Mo took had overlapping routes, so there was such a strange person in the city, after getting on the bus, he didn't say a word, came to the back of the bus, stared at the window with his eyes, didn't play with his mobile phone, and didn't listen to the station broadcast, until everyone got off the bus, He got out of the car and left at the urging of the driver.

This process lasted until more than nine o'clock in the evening, Lin Mo took the last bus that passed through the teahouse, sat on the chair and did not look out, nor did he play with his mobile phone, he kept thinking about what he saw this day, but Lin Mo did not notice that the bus was empty after half the way, and he and the driver were left in the whole carriage, and Lin Mo still sat on the chair and did not move, his action has been maintained all the way, and the driver checked Lin Mo from the rearview mirror several times, It's the same scene.

"Goo-dong"

The driver's throat rolled, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously, and the cold sweat on his forehead gradually flowed down, and he wiped it several times but never wiped it clean, and hesitated to talk to Lin Mo several times, but in the end, he couldn't open his mouth, and the hand holding the steering wheel had begun to tremble.

Lin Mo suddenly raised his head, just now he sorted out in his heart the place where he passed by the bus today, and found that all the places have some green vegetation more or less, although some places may be missed, but it is enough to explore the general situation, and now there is only one last place left, that is, the crematorium, looking at the last bus stop on the platform prompt board that said crematorium, Lin Mo hesitated.

"Well, young man, where are you going?"

Uncle Driver finally couldn't help it, just now Lin Mo suddenly raised his head so frightened that he almost stepped on the brakes and ran away from the door, but Lin Mo always looked in his direction, making him feel a trace of cold air coming from his back, thinking about the last stop of his bus was the crematorium, Uncle Driver felt that his legs were weak and his throat was dry.

In fact, after the question was asked, the driver's uncle regretted it, he was afraid that Lin Mo would say the word crematorium, so he really didn't know if he could insist on driving the car to the bus terminal.

There was silence in the carriage, and the driver's uncle stared closely at Lin Mo who was sitting behind, and Lin Mo was still looking ahead without any focus.

"Little, lad?"

"Ah, are you calling me?"

"Could it be that there are other people in this car?"

The uncle was a little panicked, and his hand subconsciously reached into his pocket, and there was a pack of gold leaves in it, but the hand that touched the cigarette trembled slightly, considering the regulations on the bus, the uncle still gave up this practice.

Originally, he just looked at Lin Mo alone from the rearview mirror, but at this time, he scanned the entire carriage again and again, guessing if there were many things in this car that he couldn't see.

If a reporter interviews him now, he just wants to say one thing: The old man's girlish heart is so panicked...

"Oh no, I just thought something was going wrong, are you okay?"

Lin Mo explained, but his neck was a little stiff after not moving for a long time, Lin Mo subconsciously twisted his neck and turned in a few directions.

"Well, that, I want to ask you where you got off, don't sit over."

Uncle Driver's words were a little stumbling, his heart was beating violently, his eyes were staring at the few seats that Lin Mo had just turned his head to sweep, he thought that Lin Mo was telling him that there were still people there...

Suddenly, a heart deer collided, and the kind with horns on its head...

The driver's mind suddenly appeared in the Jade Emperor, the Queen Mother, and all kinds of immortals seen in Journey to the West, reciting Amitabha Buddha in his heart, saying that he couldn't see me, couldn't see me, but his ears were waiting for Lin Mo's answer.

"Maple Grove Street."

Lin Mo's answer was very simple, but the driver's uncle was panicked, he was not afraid of Lin Mo, and even expected Lin Mo to say that he was going to the crematorium, because Lin Mo could see it, and those who couldn't see it, God knows if their hands were on their necks, not air-conditioned cars, no air conditioning, but the driver's uncle's heart was cold.

The bus stopped at Fenglin Street, Lin Mo got off the bus, and glanced at this strange bus driver before getting off the bus, and there was nothing strange on him.

The driver turned his head appropriately, looked at Lin Mo for a few seconds, and looked at the driver's uncle's reluctant eyes, Lin Mo's body shook, and he quickened his pace, his heart was cold, and malicious speculation filled Lin Mo's mind.

Could it be that this driver's uncle has taken a fancy to himself?

After getting out of the car, Lin Mo hurriedly walked in a hurry, as if he was fleeing from some danger, the driver's uncle's heart was even more panicked, there was never a shortage of horror stories about the last train, the driver's uncle had seen some, but he didn't take it seriously, but today he seemed to have really encountered it.

I want to abandon the car and run away, but considering the double threat of deducting bonuses and fines, think of my son, who has just entered college, light a cigarette, stand behind the seat, and bow to the car.

Uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters, the little one is not conducive to the octogenarian old mother, and the three-year-old son is waiting to be fed.

With trembling hearts, trembling hands, and stiff bodies, the driver uncle and his last train slowly walked in the direction of the crematorium, disappearing into the black night, but I don't know what the next days will be for this driver uncle, can he continue to drive this last train to the crematorium...

Lin Mo, who returned to the teahouse, was really tired, so he threw his backpack behind the counter and walked straight upstairs, the crematorium was a beautiful place for burying people, so Lin Mo didn't plan to go there to take a look, in case he didn't make a move on something, it was not good to do it, it was better to avoid this situation.

Today's Lin Mo is not in the channel, otherwise he may find that his few words without an opinion have caused the driver Uncle to have some illusions, but even if he finds out, there is no good way to solve it, people, it's not that you don't let him think, tell him that it's okay, he will believe it.

Lin Mo, who was lying down and resting, listened to the noise downstairs, and felt that something seemed to be wrong, according to his understanding, the only thing that could make those corpses incomplete and seriously decomposed was something like a drought, and it was not an ordinary drought, and a slight wisp of breath could cause such a situation to happen.

And what happened in the hospital today is the same, a person who has only been dead for less than a week can actually move, according to the time calculation, it should have just invaded the corpse last night, of course, if it weren't for this, Lin Mo couldn't be sure that this matter was not the corpse and not the murderer of this case, if it was a few days later, this corpse might really be able to commit murder.

But the most critical problem is that whether it is the highway where a large number of dead people were found underground, or the Changhai Hospital today, both places have a common feature, that is, there is no lack of green vegetation, and there are no sudden wilting plants, which is very inconsistent with the legendary description of the drought.

"Is it because I made a mistake in judgment, or because I didn't notice something, I always feel that this matter is not simple."

The salted fish lying down is the real salted fish, there is nothing to question at all, just like Lin Mo, even if he knows the seriousness of the matter, but since he has already laid down, he has no intention of getting up again, and directly threw this matter to tomorrow morning, and began to think about Zhang Bin in his mind.

Zhang Bin is a good comrade, a good policeman, there is no doubt about this, since the last time he got the information from here, he was able to take people to take the risk to dismantle a section of the road, and ordinary people may give up this plan, but Zhang Bin did not, but as the captain of the criminal police, he took the responsibility in case there was no body.

However, this guy has a kind of thunder physique, and Zhang Bin found out and notified him of the things related to the drought twice, Lin Mo was thinking about whether to give Zhang Bin a membership card for free, but think about it, for the police and some government officials, the most protective thing for them is not anything else, but their integrity, the support of the people, and the protection of the national fortune are their best talisman.