It is estimated that the corpse is troublesome, and Mo Bei waited outside for more than an hour and did not see Lu Hang come out. Lu Hang finally sent an assistant out and asked her to take her to the morgue.

The morgue was cooler, damp and cold, but not unbearable. A row of freezers on the west wall, with a humming sound from the motors.

There was a whiteboard hanging next to the door, on which the information about the corpses in the freezer was written down one by one, and the font was a little blurry because of the humid environment.

The assistant wrote down a few numbers on the whiteboard in his notebook and pulled out the ice points.

"These are unclaimed, you can take a look, push it back after reading it, remember to lock it up, if you can't, call someone, after reading it, or wait for our section chief to take you back after he is busy, and you can't wait to go back yourself." The assistant hurriedly explained a few words and left.

Perhaps Tang Song had explained in advance, neither Lu Hang nor his assistant expressed doubts or displeasure about Mo Bei's behavior of wanting to see the corpse.

The assistant closed the door when he left, and there was no movement from the living around, but there were many ghosts, and the morgue was not very quiet.

Mo Bei looked around, these ghosts were either humming and crying, or they were in a trance, and some were chatting, their voices were small and small, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

Mo Bei lifted the white cloth in the rightmost corner, he was a middle-aged man, his hair was thin, his face was purple, and there were no obvious scars on his face.

She lifted his chin slightly, ran her fingers around his neck, and then covered him with a white cloth and pushed him back and locked the ice grid.

The second was an old lady with gray hair, the third was a skeletal woman, and the fourth was an old man who looked very old at first glance.

There was no thread around the old man's neck.

Mo Bei frowned and straightened up, a little puzzled. Suddenly, his eyes swept to the old man standing behind the door, his expression was in a trance, and his mouth was babbling.

She carefully compared the two, and it was indeed the same.

Mo Bei picked up the information card (1) outside the drawer.

Name: He Tian

Age: 96

Date of death: June 14, 2018

Additional Information: Unknown

Family Information: Unknown

She pushed He Tian back and locked the drawer, and then looked at the next one.

More than a dozen corpses looked down, some had silk threads on their necks, some did not, and those who did not were often older, and the corresponding ghosts could be found in the morgue.

She returned to note the age of the corpse she had just seen and left the funeral home.

There was no car on the mountain, and she walked all the way down the mountain, and the various pastes in her mind showed some clues, but more evidence was needed.

She got a taxi at the bottom of the mountain, and the driver asked her where she was going, and she wanted to go to Tang Song, but when the words came to her lips, she went home.

Tang Song doesn't have time to play detective games with her now, so he can't make trouble at this time.

She took a notebook and wrote down all kinds of information written down in the funeral home, classifying people with silk threads and those without threads, and marking all the details.

Including Zhao Yuanyuan, Liu Jiaying, Zhu Xi......

When Tang Song came back, it was already midnight, he opened the door and found that the living room light was still on, and sure enough, he saw Mo Bei sitting cross-legged on the ground at the coffee table.

She was still holding a pen in her hand, her notebook was pressed under her hand, her face was crooked and her brows were frowned, and she didn't sleep very soundly.

He tried to be as soft as she could, but the sound of the door closing woke her up, and she yawned with her hands over her eyes, looking at him sleepily.

He frowned: "Don't sit on the ground all the time, isn't it cold?" ”

"It's okay," she snapped her neck and snapped, "Pull me, my leg is numb." ”

Tang Song sighed, grabbed her two arms, pulled her up and put her on the sofa.

Mo Bei was mentioned twice by him today, and he just created the illusion that she was as light as a swallow, she knew that her catties and taels were as light as if they were in his hands.

She looked at the toes pinned together, felt uncomfortable, and wanted to separate them, but she couldn't feel the parts below the thighs, like an amputated limb, and couldn't move at all.

Tang Song thought that her leg was bleeding and hurting, so he reached out and pinched it: "It's uncomfortable?" ”

She smiled, "I don't feel it anymore." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the stinging sensation brought by the blood flow regression quickly filled her legs, like a needle prick, she took a breath of cold air, her waist had no strength, she felt that her body was constantly sliding, she inhaled the cool air: "Fall, fall, fall!" ”

Tang Songle was happy, held her under the ribs, put the person back a little, and knocked her head helplessly: "I can't fall down, will I still coil it in the future?" ”

Mo Bei didn't dare to guarantee it.

He looked at the notebook, and saw that there was a lot of black press, and she wrote it wherever she wanted, and the information she knew was recorded in bits and pieces.

Mo Bei knew that his words were really ashamed to see people, and when he saw him staring at the strange one, he wanted to reach out and take it, but his legs were even more numb, so he could only persuade him: "You go to sleep, I'll sit for a while, and I can walk back." ”

Tang Song saw her cover up, raised his eyebrows, smiled even more on his face, turned around and sat down on the armrest of the sofa, took the book and looked at it carefully.

"You don't understand," she turned her face away and pinched her fingers, "and it's not written on it that is related to this case, I'll explain it to you next time." ”

"Well," Tang Song answered lazily, but instead of putting the notebook up and down, he turned a few pages forward, looked at it from the beginning, and asked casually, "What do you think of this case?" ”

"You put the notebook down!" She straightened her face, and then collapsed because of the numbness in her legs, and sighed, "Don't look at it." ”

The tone dragged a little, and compared to the usual tone, it seemed like a coquette.

Tang Song laughed and returned the notebook to her.

Mo Bei put the notebook on the other side and pressed it with his hand: "There are only a few clues in this case, and it is of little use." ”

Tang Song nodded and motioned for her to continue.

"First of all, the circus sheep shouldn't have been all accidental," she said, "remember influencing Hu Linwei's paintings?" ”

Tang Song nodded again.

"There is a spirit in the painting, and the spirit starts from the human being, and its purpose is to find a perfect and strong skin. In the same way, this case was started by a human, but it was not a human crime, but ......," she thought of the words she could describe, "it was an evil thought, and it was aimed at people who abused animals." ”

"Evil thoughts?"

"Yes," she took out her mobile phone and opened a software, on which the scolding was more serious than before because of the cat abuse behavior of the man next door, she let him take a brief look, and took out a few screenshots from the album, most of the content of the pictures is bottomless abuse, "I took a look, animal protection, this matter, has always been more sensitive, the attitude of participation is black and white, hatred to death, whether it is abusing cats and dogs, eating dog meat, animal performances, breeding genetically defective pets, hybrids, are the targets of their attacks, I checked it." When the circus finishes performing in one place and goes to its next destination, it informs itself of the location it is going to. ”

She flipped out a screenshot again, and the time in the comment area was a day or two before the circus came: "These people don't welcome circus performances, and even hate animal performances, this is not the first time, but such circuses are everywhere, the water used to be relatively shallow, and there were not too many waves, but the person next door to us posted a long post before the circus started, expressing his deep hatred for animal performances, he is an anchor, has a lot of fans, and has a lot of appeal, so the circus performance this time, Online is garnering more attention and rejection than ever before. ”

Tang Song reacted immediately: "So do you think the reason why the sheep went crazy in the end was not because of the drug because of the malice of netizens?" ”

Mo Bei made an analogy: "If I were that sheep, I would hate my trainer even more, because he might not give me food because I couldn't do a good job, and he would smoke me, but who did the goat bite to death?" ”

"Biting the passer-by who lit the fire ring," Tang Song knew more about the assignment of duties in the circus than Mo Bei, it was just an apprentice, and he usually only had the share of chores, "because the fire ring burned Teddy's hair." ”

Mo Bei had already complained about the bloody connection between the three, if that person really died because of this, it would be a prophecy.

He asks the question: "But is there enough evidence to support this view?" ”

Mo Bei thought for a while and said, "It shouldn't be my turn to tell you the details of your investigation, the circus skipped by, can the one who died next door be judged as an unnatural event on our side?" ”

"Yes."

"He posted a Weibo at about seven o'clock this morning, it was the process of his abuse of cats, don't say that he is an anchor, he will not do this kind of self-destructive future, seven o'clock, you are already cleaning up the mess, indicating that Weibo was sent after death, the mobile phone should have been taken away by your people at that time, as for the details of the on-site investigation, you know more than me, I don't express my opinion, he really tortured and killed animals, and then died tragically, killing his things, there are obvious animal characteristics, but these are not important," she said with a calm face, Speaking of his own conclusions, "The important thing is that we simply cannot predict who its next target is, where, and when it will appear, and it has become stronger, and there is a big difference between the events of the circus and this one." ”

Tang Song continued: "The point in time." ”

Mo Bei nodded: "Yes, the time of its action has changed, the circus time is after Teddy was burned, and then evil thoughts are formed, evil thoughts kill, this is a very typical causal time, but this time, his bad deeds were only spread out in front of everyone after his death, what does this mean?" ”

"It shows that it has become stronger, it is out of the control of netizens, and it no longer looks at it with his eyes, but distinguishes by itself, looks for it by itself, and kills people by itself." Tang Song felt a huge shadow hanging in the sky, it would drop a sharp knife at any time, but he didn't know who the tip of the knife was facing, and it might change randomly.

Its targets of revenge are too wide, and no one on the street will blow up such a disgusting fetish.

This situation makes their detection direction like fishing on a cliff, casting a net into the vast sea of clouds, catching the mountain wind, catching the flowing clouds, but not catching the real thing, which makes people feel frustrated.

Tang Song lowered his head and pondered, Mo Bei stopped talking, sat quietly, and suddenly saw him smile, raised his eyes, and the clouds dispersed.

"Is there a way?"

Tang Song turned around and looked at her seriously and asked: "You said that it is an evil thought, based on human evil, whether it has broken free from the control of netizens or not, but the ultimate root source is still their evil, this is an inevitable connection, and it is also the source of its power, no matter how it acts, this line of transporting energy still has a beginning and an end of malice, and it is generally difficult to cut off, is this right?" ”

Mo Bei hesitated: "Logically, it seems to be round." ”

"We put ourselves in the discussion before, but in fact we can't compare ourselves with ordinary people at all, because we never lose our minds," he laughed, "Our emotional problems are fundamentally different from others, there are some things that we can't understand, so when we think about this case, we will be very confused, we will feel a headache when we think about it, but it is an evil thought, an evil thought of pure hatred and death......"

"Focus."

"The point is, when an emotion reaches a certain peak, they are unable to think normally, it was created because someone abused animals, no matter how big or small the matter, if the abuse is deserved, it can now spontaneously look for those hidden abusers, for the time being called bad eggs without cracks, if evil thoughts are like flies, eggs that have cracked open and stink, will it be more attractive? It is a kind of evil thought that arises from people, and when this connection is not severed, when everyone's evil thoughts are directed to the most concentrated place, it may also turn the spearhead. ”

Note (1): The death card is purely made up, don't take it too seriously, I'm just illiterate after all.