Xu Minglang drove into the Normal University and gradually arrived at his destination, when someone stopped on the side of the road and talked in a whisper.

I knew I wouldn't drive this car.

He remembered the previous situation, who knew that the mobile phone taken out of the corpse's mouth could still be opened, and the last contact in the address book was called Mo Bei.

It's Mo Bei again, and it was her last time.

In the afternoon class, the students were not very energetic, staggering, chatting less, and most of them slept on their stomachs.

Xu Minglang couldn't find Mo Bei in the classroom for the first time, he thought she was the kind of weird girl who would sit in the corner of the classroom, but she sat in the second row, lowered her head and worked hard to write, completely hidden in a bunch of students.

The teacher saw him in circles on the podium and came over to ask.

He took out his ID and shook it: "I have something I want to find out about my classmates inside."

The teacher asked for the name and called Mo Bei out.

The student sitting by the door saw his ID and pushed his table in surprise and whispered to him.

The police came to the door, it can't be related to the murder that happened yesterday morning, right?

As a result, the gossip group quickly expanded at both ends of the classroom.

Xu Minglang saw the frequent sights in the classroom, and they were eager and ill-intentioned to speculate and hunt.

Mo Bei packed up her things and walked out, her eyes drifted to herself, and the disgust inside was bright.

He coughed unnaturally, walked out with Mo Bei, and whispered, "You should have heard about the murder that happened yesterday morning, right?" ”

Mo Bei shook his head and got into the back seat of the car.

He started the car: "We found your picture in the deceased's mobile phone, and she called you the night before, around 8:50 p.m. on Thursday night. ”

Mo Bei didn't speak, leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes.

The car started slowly, the smell of gasoline mixed with the leather of the seats made her a little nauseous, and she pressed her forehead against the glass, using the shaking of the body to relieve the nausea in her stomach.

Xu Minglang stopped at the intersection and waited for the red light, and saw through the rearview mirror that she had opened her eyes, and the mirror intercepted the part of her eyebrows and eyes, the eyebrows were black and long, the corners of the eyes were sharp and the tails of the eyes were wide open, and the half-hanging eyes had an upward arc, lazy and contemptuous.

She felt the gaze, lifted her eyelids, and retreated lazily, looking heroic and sharp again.

Xu Minglang remembered her photo.

It should have been secretly photographed during military training, when her hair was still very short, and she looked a little more fierce.

In the first photo, she hooks her hat with her little finger, her head is drinking water, the sun from the canopy is falling, forming bright spots around her, and the dark camouflage uniform makes her neck more white and slender, and the second photo is a masterpiece of the candid photographer being caught.

The first thing that came to him when he saw the picture was, this must be a bad boy.

He looked into those eyes in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but ask, "Were your eyes natural?" ”

Mo Bei blinked indifferently, "No." ”

"Contact lenses?"

She smiled perfunctorily, "I thought that the natural correspond to the day after tomorrow?" ”

Good boys don't talk so aggressively.

Xu Minglang closed his mouth.

Tang Song came out of the toilet and passed by the window and saw a car driving into the gate, he had a vague bad premonition in his heart, and sure enough, he saw Mo Bei get out of the car and follow Xu Minglang into the hall.

"......," he cursed, turning his head downstairs.

Mo Bei walked upstairs behind Xu Minglang, he suddenly stopped and called the captain.

Mo Bei was silent, and Tang Song was silent.

The atmosphere on the stairs gradually became weird, Xu Minglang looked at Tang Song, whose face was not very clear, and said cautiously: "I brought people to the captain." ”

He felt that Tang Song was gritting his teeth when he spoke: "I saw it." ”

Mo Bei changed his attitude of ignoring the car and answering: "Can I tell him?" ”

Xu Minglang glanced at Tang Song and said weakly, "...... Yes. ”

"Come on, go to my office." Tang Song said.

"Okay."

Mo Bei stepped forward in two steps, as positive as a fart.

"You sit down first, I'll pour you a glass of water......"

"She called me......"

The two spoke at the same time, Tang Song's hand holding the teacup paused, nodded, still poured water for her, and took out a pack of green plums from the drawer: "You have a very bad face, do you want to vomit?" ”

“…… Not bad. ”

She sat down, took a sip of water, and then stuffed the green plum into her mouth, and the feeling of churning in her stomach disappeared a little.

She saw that Tang Song's face was also ugly, his chin was stubble, and there was a smell of tobacco mixed with coffee and strong tea on his body, looking decadent.

She brushed her mind and asked, "How many calls did she call me?" ”

"Two."

Mo Bei was silent for a while: "I thought they were the same person. ”

Xu Minglang said a little bit about the corners of the case in the car, the deceased was from their school, not the female student of the attached middle school she thought.

Tang Song guessed some of her thoughts and comforted: "It's okay, it's not your fault, I just want to ask if you know her." ”

"I don't know." Mo Bei shook his head.

She doesn't have a big social circle, and everyone in her class can't recognize it, let alone go further.

He changed direction and asked, "What did she tell you on the phone?" ”

Mo Bei didn't answer immediately, she turned on her mobile phone and released a recording of the call, except for Mo Bei's initial questioning, there was only a woman's angry cry for help.

“…… Help me, save ...... Help me......"

The recording time was less than ten seconds, and the woman's voice was full of despair and fear, but the person she asked for help was silent.

Tang Song took a long breath and spoke for a long time: "Both calls are the same?" ”

She nodded and explained why she didn't call the police: "She was dead when she first called me. ”

"That's right."

The medical examiner's estimate of death was between 6 and 8 p.m. on Thursday.

"Where did you find the phone, and why did you only see the address book today?" Mo Bei asked.

"In her mouth."

"Where?"

"She's mouth," he repeated, his finger tapping her phone, "such a big one, with a dislocated jaw." ”

Mo Bei looked at the phone and compared it to the size of his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and showed a sore expression.

She flipped through the photo album, and there was a photo in it, which was a notebook that had been scribbled indiscriminately, and Tang Song turned his head to identify the words on it.

"This is the message left by Wang Yue." She explained.

"The deceased's name is Zeng Shihan, a junior student in your school, at four o'clock in the afternoon on Thursday, she opened a room in the Xinxing Hotel alone, alone, no one in the surveillance has ever haunted her room," he explained the basic information of the deceased, and guessed down her words: "Zeng Shihan called you for help, and the one who possessed Wang Yue also asked you for help......"

Is it the undead asking for help?

What about the female students in the attached high school? Why didn't anyone report the crime?

"There's still class tomorrow, right? I'll send you back first. ”

Tang Song took the car keys and took Mo Bei downstairs.

"Have you found a house?" He waited for Mo Bei to fasten his seatbelt, and casually asked, "How do you solve the matter with your roommate?" ”

"I've found it but I can't move it for the time being, I haven't written the application yet, so I'll hand it in for approval after the National Day," she replied in the same way, "There was a ghost in the dormitory building who ate a few meals of mine and helped change that memory." ”

A whole roast goose was used.

Ghosts are good at creating confusion and hallucinations, and at that time, the three of them were emotionally impetuous and had a weak defense, so it was the right time to take advantage of the weakness.

But it can't be changed too much, just as amnesia does not make people become a new intellectual disability, physical and psychological perception cannot be changed, but it is just a convincing lie on the original basis, and it is easier to be beaten than to make them accept that there are ghosts in the world.

He could understand Mo Bei's decision, but he explained: "Girls should pay attention to safety when they are alone outside." ”

He dropped people off at the hotel and got back to work.

At nine o'clock in the night, he received a call from Mo Bei.

Mo Bei got out of the taxi and the first thing he said was: "This time it's a man." ”

In the current situation that most services require identity authentication, it is not difficult to find the owner through the mobile phone number, and Shun Teng quickly found the identity information of the second deceased.

Zhou Yuze went to the police station for the first time, and he panicked, squeezing toothpaste and piecing together what he knew: "Li Qing has lived outside since his sophomore year, his family conditions are average, and he has to work several jobs, but he has a better face, and this matter is only known to a few of our better buddies." ”

Xu Minglang wrote down one by one in his notebook: "Why does he still live outside if his family conditions are not good?" ”

"I'm talking to someone!" Speaking of this, Zhou Zeyu smiled half enviously, and felt out of place after laughing, a little embarrassed, "It's easy to get off a single like them, he's quite serious, I heard that I met in the second semester of my freshman year, and then I came out to live, but he didn't bring it out to play, and we don't know each other." ”

"Then is his usual interpersonal relationship okay?"

"Okay...... He is very nice, and everyone likes him. ”

Xu Minglang asked where Li Qing lived, Zhou Zeyu said the name of the community, and Mo Bei, who was sitting next to him picking pine nuts, suddenly paused, and his expression was a little dull for a while.

Tang Song came out of the office, Xu Minglang greeted him, and repeated the news he just got: "Li Qing is a junior at the Academy of Fine Arts of Normal University, he had a girlfriend last year, and he rented a house in Xinhui Community, captain, should we go now?" ”

Tang Song looked at the following table: "Go, call the Venerable Master to go with you." ”

He walked up to Mo Bei, she peeled a bunch of pine nuts, the shell is the shell, the meat is the meat, and the meat is open.

"Let's go, let's have breakfast."

"Do you still have time for breakfast?" Mo Bei didn't raise her head, she casually put the shell into the trash can, and carefully picked up the pine nuts, she peeled them too much, and they were full in both palms, which was not easy to deal with for a while.

Tang Song stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful, looking at the pain on her face with surprise, and her mood was better, so she couldn't help but tease her, put it in her mouth, and commented: "The milk is not as delicious as pepper and salt." ”

"Blunt tongue, huh? Original, made by my mother. ”

"Auntie's craftsmanship is really good......"

Mo Bei was depressed: "It's the last bag." ”

Tang Song felt a little guilty.

"You grab some more, your hands are going to sweat after holding it for a long time."

“……”

Row horn.

Xu Minglang didn't quite adapt to the atmosphere between the two, so he hid far away, and asked people to send Zhou Zeyu back.

The group came to Li Qing's community.

Mo Bei got out of the car and saw the landlord waiting downstairs in the house, and the expressions of the two were a little subtle for a while.

Tang Song looked back and forth twice and smiled: "Such a coincidence? ”

Mo Bei sighed noncommittally: "It's so clever that people can't be happy at all!" ”

Tang Song echoed in his heart, he really couldn't be happy.

"Hello, are you Li Qing's landlord?"

"Ah...... Yes," the landlord was a little nervous and led them upstairs, "Li Qing, what did he do?" ”

Tang Song didn't tell her directly, only said: "You just take us to his room, does he live alone?" ”

"The house was rented by him, and I heard that there was another boy living with him, but that boy didn't seem to have been here for a long time."

Tang Song turned his head and glanced at Xu Minglang, the landlord walked in front, Zhou Zeyu's work was not done by him, and the asymmetry in information made him a little confused, so he approached Mo Bei and asked softly: "Didn't you say girlfriend?" ”

She turned her head to him and said, "He's talking about the subject." ”

The scope of the target is not so simple.

Xu Minglang was also a little stunned, but the words were relayed by him himself, and at this time, Zhou Zeyu was gone, so he could only take the blame silently.

The landlord led people to the door of Li Qing's house, it was nearly seven o'clock, and the neighbors were all cooking breakfast or preparing to go to work at home, and the people next door opened the door and saw the landlord in the corridor with a group of uniformed people, and he was so frightened that he shrank back into the room.

Probably the identity of a public servant of the people is always admired and avoided.

The landlord knocked on the door and called twice, but no one answered, and she shook out the key: "Comrade, open the door?" ”

"Give it to me." Tang Song gave the interns behind him a look, and let people take people away from here.

He looked at Mo Bei: "You go and wait for me in the car, and I'll take you to dinner later." ”

"Long-winded." Mo Bei said in his mouth, but still took two steps to the side.

Tang Song inserted the key into the keyhole.

The moment the door opened, an indescribable stench rushed out of the room, like the damp stench of rotting rats and dead fish and clothes in the sewers.

Tang Song had a calm face: "Hurry up and collect evidence, it will be very troublesome if there are more people in a while." ”

The policemen poured into the room, and Mo Bei also wanted to follow up, but the intern stopped her, her face was ugly, her fingers trembled and she put on a mask on her face, and she barely held her composure: "You can't go in, it will ruin the scene." ”

A policeman passing by laughed loudly.

The intern's ears turned red: "You...... It's none of your business now, so why don't you go back. ”

Mo Bei sighed and stretched out his hand to her, "Gloves, shoe covers." ”

"Say no......"

"Tang Song." Mo Bei shouted.

After a while, Tang Song's voice came from inside: "Come in." ”

"......" the intern threw a small bag indignantly, thought about it and asked, "Do you want a mask?" ”

"Don't."

Mo Bei and Tang Song came together, and the busy policemen saw that she was wearing her equipment and didn't stop her, but just looked at her curiously from time to time, while busy with their own affairs.

The room was in a better condition than expected, and it was filled with an eerie atmosphere, even if it was unusually hot, there was always a cold attached to the back.

The room Li Qing rented was smaller than the one Mo Bei had seen, with a bed, a cabinet, and a single sofa that was incompatible with the room environment.

He was lying on the back of the couch, one leg straight and the other bent on the armrest, uncovered by clothing, and completely exposed to the air behind him.

How to describe him?

Mo Bei thought of a popular science column he saw when he was a child, if he was with the ethnic group when poultry had diarrhea, he would be at risk of being nailed. The anus was pecked and cut by a sharp beak, and it got bigger and bigger, and the helpless and weak bird could not fly, and its whole body was full of wings, just a bloody wound, until the intestines leaked.

Li Qing's body was painted very white, all the congenital and acquired imprint defects were covered up one by one, except for the hair, the hair all over the body was shaved clean, and under the thick white, the red circle of the torn anal opening was particularly dazzling to the eyes.

The forensic doctor was examining the wound on his neck, Mo Bei stood on the side, only to see a crack in the corner of half of his neck, and the blood was dull and disgusting after the beige sofa dried up.

There was a constant click of the camera around him, and the forensic doctor turned Li Qing's face in one direction and touched his eyes with his hand, and suddenly he covered his left hand and screamed, and took two steps back.

Everyone looked over, and Lu Hang pointed at Li Qing's face turned blue: "His eyes moved!" ”

Li Qing's face was pressed sideways against the back of the sofa, his eyes were facing the direction of Mo Bei, and slowly, his closed mouth opened into a weird grin.

Everyone stopped their movements in unison, the forensic doctor's words were like a seed taking root, and the treacherous atmosphere quickly took root and sprouted, and they stared at Li Qing tightly, lest he would move in the next second.

Tang Song approached Mo Bei and asked meaningfully, "Did you see that?" ”

"There's nothing here." Mo Bei said.

She bent down slightly, approached Li Qing's mouth, and suddenly put her fingers in.

The intern happened to be standing behind her, and when she saw this scene, her heart was about to pop out, and she was busy covering her eyes and trying to go out, but she had to endure it, so she stomped her feet.

Mo Bei groped in his mouth, and suddenly pulled something out, but the mucus in his mouth was slippery and he couldn't catch it, she stuffed a thumb into it, Li Qing's mouth was stretched open, and the weird smile turned into a godless sluggishness at the mercy of others, and a black arc-shaped hard object against the corner of his inner mouth.

Tang Song immediately reacted: "Mobile phone? ”

Mo Bei snorted, his mouth was full of slippery liquid, and the right angle on the edge of the phone stuck on both sides of his lips, and he couldn't pinch it, let alone take it out.

"I can't take it out." She looked at Tang Song.

He pinched Li Qing's jaw with his left hand and twisted it hard, and he heard a tooth-aching bone crack, and his jaw was broken and dislocated.

After a lot of effort, the mobile phone was taken out, dripping with yellowish liquid, Mo Bei looked very disgusted at this time, frowned and took off his gloves, and quickly took a forensic bag and put away the mobile phone on the side.

The phone was taken out, and Li Qing finally looked like he was dead, looking terrible, but it was no longer so eerie and uncomfortable.

The forensic doctor called someone to carry Li Qing to the stretcher together, and the angle changed, Mo Bei only glanced at it, and a hand came out in front of him: "Don't look at it." ”

“…… Oh. ”