The rest room of the guard hall is separated by men and women, and this time has passed the point of handover, plus the fact that there are fewer women on duty in the guard hall than men, there is no one else in the women's lounge, and the large space seems a little empty.

Outside, there were neat cabinets against the wall, each with a name tag already affixed to it, and her name was among them.

On the left side of the room is a resting area with sofas and loungers, and on the right side is a restroom.

Song Qingxiao turned into the bathroom, and what caught her eye was a row of washbasins about two meters long, with a burning sandalwood burner above the sink, and a glass to separate the bath from the toilet next to it.

The lit sandalwood had a faint aroma, and after Song Qingxiao came in, it gradually turned into a faint rancid smell.

She had been in 17-4 for a long time today, and the stench seemed to be attached to her, and it didn't dissipate since she left.

Song Qingxiao frowned, she walked to the sink, and a large stream of water gushed out of the automatic faucet.

The mission scene is the same as the real world, and it is also the middle of summer, but the water is cold to the bone, Song Qingxiao squeezed the hand sanitizer and rubbed his hands, and after washing off the foam, he raised his hand to his nose and smelled it.

The scent of hand sanitizer was strong, but she still smelled a faint rancid stench.

She squeezed some hand sanitizer and washed her hands again, but when she smelled it again, it still stinked.

The smell seems to be everywhere and is difficult to get rid of.

And after she washed her hands twice, they fused with hand sanitizer, forming an extremely strange stench, which was unbearable.

Song Qingxiao frowned, she simply didn't wash it after she couldn't wash it, and after releasing the water and storing a small half of the pool of water, she took out the fly that had been frozen by her again from her pocket.

After a while, the ice melted a little, and only about the size of a date remained, and gradually it was about to freeze the hideous-looking black fly, and the fly's legs were stretched out.

She threw the frozen fly into the water, and the ice swirled and melted as it swirled.

At this time, a miraculous scene appeared, the fly, which had been frozen more than twice, began to slowly stretch its wings and feet in the water after the ice melted, and it was not dead yet.

Song Qingxiao felt a little curious at this time.

Although the vitality of the fly is tenacious, it is not so tenacious that it is almost like the creature that has mutated due to genetic infection on Alcatraz Island in the previous trial scene.

The thing was several times larger than an ordinary fly, and she took the sticks of sandalwood burning on the sink and flicked them at the flies in the water.

The fly, which had been struggling slowly before, suddenly struggled more after being attacked by a foreign object.

The water-stained wings fluttered hard, and they turned over in the water, flapping the splash, as if they were about to fly.

Its body was also different from that of ordinary flies, as if it was much harder, and when the sandalwood poked at it, it made a soft 'porphyry' sound, as if it had touched a layer of armor.

She took a tissue, fished it out of the water, pressed sandalwood against its back, held it in place, and looked closer.

The fly also had an obvious putrid smell on its body, and a pair of eyes were gray-green, which reminded her of the corpse spots on Miss Chu's body for no reason, and as she got closer, the fly struggled even harder, its wings kept flapping, and the force was not small, and after a few times, the sandalwood that pressed it broke with a 'click'.

Once it lost its suppression, it was about to fly when it staggered, Song Qing's little eyes were quick, and he picked up the stove with sandalwood on one side and smashed it hard, only to hear a loud 'bang', and the porcelain stove shattered in response.

A few pieces of broken porcelain fell to the ground or rolled into the pool, and the lower half of the fly was smashed, splashing a few drops of dark green liquid, and a few white porcelain shards remained on its back, but the injury did not seem to have any effect on it, it slowly shook its wings, shook off the broken porcelain slag, and was about to fly again.

This is a bit of a surprise. Song Qing used a lot of strength, she knew in her heart.

Although she didn't use her spiritual power to smash it this time, her body was strengthened, even if she left a little strength, it was more than enough to smash a fly to death, but the fly was still alive.

She had already sensed that something was wrong, the fly flew out in 17-4, and she remembered what No. 2 said, in 17-4, Miss Chu's soul disappeared after her death.

The person who died was full of resentment, and her ghost should have found a place to hide.

There is no soul of Miss Chu in 17-4, and the photo frames and other things she liked when she was alive are not her hiding place, this fly is obviously strange and strange, maybe there is some connection between the two.

Thinking of this, she didn't plan to kill the fly, but as soon as her spiritual power turned, her hands were suddenly covered with a layer of frost, she caught the fly, and the cold air wrapped it, and after a while, she froze the fly into a slab, took out the box of toiletries under the sink, poured the thing, and put the frozen fly in.

At the moment when the spiritual power was running, I don't know if it was Song Qingxiao's illusion, she felt that the smell on her hands had subsided a lot, and she took it to the end of her nose and smelled it, and the smell of rotting corpses that was fused with hand sanitizer was only a faint stench.

She took a new uniform from the cabinet with her name tag on it, and went into the bathroom to take a shower, and most of the dust and sweat were washed away, but the rancid smell could not be washed away anyway.

Song Qingxiao remembered the previous scene when he used his spiritual power, his heart moved, he entered the lounge and locked the door, and then used his spiritual power and began to swim around his body.

In fact, she was completely disorganized in her use of this spiritual power, and she only acted on instinct, but as this cold qi moved through the meridians, Song Qingxiao obviously felt that the stench covering the surface of her body was disappearing little by little.

And with the process of spiritual power operation, her original divine consciousness that had consumed a lot began to slowly recover.

She walked her spiritual power three times along the meridians around her body, and the stench on her body had been completely eliminated, and her spirit was much better than sleeping for a while.

In this way, Song Qingxiao dispelled the idea of recovering his spiritual power after sleeping for a while, but tirelessly ran his spiritual power through his body over and over again.

The temperature in the lounge dropped again and again, a thin frost formed on her eyebrows, and most of her originally depleted divine consciousness had recovered, and the spiritual power in her body, which was as thin as a silk thread, slowly increased a little after passing through the eight veins of strange tendons.

I don't know how long it took, when Song Qingxiao was indulging in this feeling of cultivation, a 'buzzing' vibration sound sounded, waking her up from this wonderful state.

She guided these spiritual powers to converge to the dantian, and when she opened her eyes, her spirit was far fuller than when she had just entered the mission.

The time it takes to run her spiritual power is far better than the effect of her sleeping.

The mobile phone on the side made a 'buzzing' vibration, and there was a layer of frost mist on it, she picked up the phone and looked at it, it was already more than two o'clock in the morning, and it was a string of numbers that came to call, she took a look, and recognized that this number belonged to Qin Heng, who she had dialed once!

At about seven or eight o'clock last night, she called Qin Heng once to inform her of the news of the accident with her wife and children, and Qin Heng responded that she would rush home immediately, and it seemed that she should have come back overnight.

But the two are just strangers who have talked on the phone once, he is not in a hurry to take care of his wife and children, what is he calling himself for?

When it came to the task, Song Qingxiao didn't dare to slack off at the moment, and immediately connected the phone.

Before she could speak, Qin Heng on the other end of the phone had already scolded:

"I'm your uncle, the bitch raised by the son of a bitch can't die well!" Song Qingxiao heard him scold, the murderous intent flashed in her eyes, the mobile phone in her hand was pinched by her, and the mobile phone shell made a slight cracking sound of 'click', Qin Heng didn't know that she had already moved the killing intent at this time, and still scolded herself:

"Your dad is dead, your mom is dying early!"

Song Qingxiao talked to him earlier, this person's voice was cold, and he seemed too indifferent to the death of his pregnant wife, but unlike at this time, he was crazy, as if he had encountered something, and he was angry.

"Shut up!" Song Qingxiao snorted, Qin Heng listened to her reply, and became even more angry, and his voice suddenly raised seven or eight degrees:

"You just shut me up! What kind of prank is not good, lie to me Chu Ke is dead! Your whole family is dead! ”

Song Qingxiao was stunned for a moment when he heard him say this, and the murderous intent in his heart stagnated for a moment, turning into disbelief:

"What did you say?"

"Chu Ke is not dead! She called me! Said she just went back to her parents' house! I'm X......" He was still scolding, as if he had nowhere to vent his anger at being teased.

But the moment Song Qingxiao heard him say this, her hairs stood on end, and a large amount of cold sweat was discharged from the dilated pores, which made her shiver and curl up her toes.

She couldn't listen to Qin Heng's angry scolding anymore, her heart jumped to her throat, and then it fell heavily, making a 'bang' sound, and then the cycle continued, the sound was so loud that it seemed to break her chest.

Song Qingxiao's mind only rang back and forth with Qin Heng's angry scolding at this time: "Chu Ke is not dead!" She called me! ……”

"Chu Ke is not dead! She called me......"

"Chu Ke is not dead......

Qin Heng's tone was filled with disappointment, depression, and anger that he had nowhere to vent after being 'teased'.

If Miss Chu really didn't die, and he informed him that Miss Chu's mother and son were dead, he hurried home, only to learn that his wife and children were not dead, all this might be just a stranger's 'prank', and his anger was naturally conceivable.

But how could Miss Chu not die?

The goosebumps on Song Qingxiao's body stood up layer by layer.

She remembered the pervasive stench of 17-4, the staggering fly, the distorted face pressed against the glass in the bathroom, and the eyes she had squeezed out of her sockets.

She saw with her own eyes that Captain Shen and others performed an autopsy, and saw everyone send Miss Chu's body to the autopsy table in the forensic office.

She took the notebook of the young trainee forensic doctor, which clearly stated the cause of Miss Chu's death, and after the forensic doctor dissected her, she accompanied the corpse giver and sent Miss Chu to the morgue.

At this time, Qin Heng actually told himself, Miss Chu is still alive?