Mu Zifeng slowly opened the door of the cabinet, and after seeing the corpse, he called the murderer extremely miserable.

The corpse can no longer be seen, it can be said that it is miserable, and it is unbearable to look at directly.

The situation of the corpse is exactly the same as that of the college students who heard the discussion at Chang'an University, the left hand was cut off alive, and the head was missing, but judging from the figure and clothes, the owner of this corpse is obviously Professor Wu.

Who was it that did such a bad thing to Professor Wu? Mu Zifeng knew that Professor Wu had always been amiable, had no bad habits, and was even more innocent in society, often without quarrel with the world, why did a tragedy happen to a person like him.

No wonder my wife fainted on the ground as soon as she saw the corpse, this tragic scene was indeed unacceptable. Mu Zifeng felt a trace of sadness in his heart, and he seemed to be able to see the scene of his wife crying and fainting in front of the corpse.

Enduring great pain and high admiration, Mu Zifeng once again looked at Professor Wu's corpse. The corpse's right hand was pressed against the waist, probably when the cabinet was loaded, and it was not properly placed.

Although the teacher is gone, he must also let him walk comfortably, and it will definitely not be smooth to press his right hand like this. Professor Wu has always taken great care of him, and even made a lot of efforts to enter the archaeological institute. Mu Zifeng shook his head and blamed himself guiltily: if he had visited his teacher more, maybe he would not have suffered this hardship.

Thinking of this, Mu Zifeng stretched out his hands and gently put the teacher's right hand aside. He stared at Professor Wu's right hand for a long time, and then suddenly looked at the wound on the teacher's left arm, which showed an irregular incision, as if it had been bitten by some sharp-toothed monster.

"This is not ......" Mu Zifeng tightened his eyebrows, he remembered that the appearance of this corpse was quite similar to the "three crooked sons" found in the "strange garden", and the death was quite similar, except that the "three crooked sons" were missing their right arm.

Left arm? Why just cut off your left arm? Seeing the disappeared left arm, a picture appeared in Mu Zifeng's mind.

It was after a dinner, Mu Zifeng accompanied Professor Wu to the bathhouse to take a bath, and when he rubbed the professor, he found a black birthmark on his left arm.

What must have been done by cutting off the left arm and head to cover up? Could it be that the murderer was afraid that others would see Professor Wu's left arm and head?

The skull represents the face and has a birthmark on the left arm. Why take these two things alone, and what is the intrinsic connection between them?

Mu Zifeng carefully flipped through Professor Wu's body again, and he found that there was something wrong with Professor Wu's feet.

I remember that on Professor Wu's birthday last year, he gave him a pair of French leather shoes, so he knew the size of his feet. Professor Wu is of medium height, but the size of his feet is very small, and he was surprised that a man still has such small feet.

But the corpse lying in the cupboard, though unshoeed, was about the size of his own feet. Mu Zifeng is tall and has big feet among his peers, and the corpse's feet are almost the same as his own.

Don't? This is not Professor Wu's corpse!

Mu Zifeng's heartbeat accelerated violently, lingering in his throat. If Professor Wu is not dead, then there is something debatable here, what are they trying to create the illusion of Professor Wu's death?

At least one inference may be true, if Professor Wu is not dead, then the corpse is a stand-in for the top tank.

Mu Zifeng took a long breath, silently thinking in his heart that someone had kidnapped Professor Wu but not killed him. There is only one possibility, Professor Wu has the secret they need.

It can also be inferred that before they revealed the secret, they still wanted Professor Wu to live, and they were afraid that others would look for them, so they replaced it with a fake corpse, creating the illusion of Professor Wu's death.

Chopping off hands and beheadings, these cruel methods, are actually to cover up the illusion of the professor's death with terror. But this kind of "no silver three hundred taels here" is really not clever, so Mu Zifeng found a flaw in existence.

Mu Zifeng just wanted to take a closer look at this so-called "Professor Wu", when there was a "creak" and the door of the room opened. Mu Zifeng squatted down and hid behind the cabinet.

Bang bang, the sound of crisp leather shoes stepping on the ground, it must be the man who carried the corpse. Mu Zifeng's heartbeat and his hands actually trembled, but he still involuntarily peeked out on the edge of the cabinet.

Sure enough, it was the corpse bearer, he was walking towards him, this time Mu Zifeng was directly carrying the corpse, only to find that a large piece of the skin on his face had rotted, Bai Sensen's bones were exposed, and what was even more strange was that there were a lot of nose rings and face rings on his face, so when I looked at it before, I thought it was an insect.

He must have turned on the light himself, attracting the attention of the corpse bearers passing by. Although the corpse-carrying man's face was so festering that he could barely see his eyes, Mu Zifeng could feel that he was staring at the place where he was hiding.

The strange thing is that Mu Zifeng was not so scared when he encountered the mechanism and the inexplicable strange scene in the hall, why did a corpse bearer make him so afraid.

Maybe it's because the corpse-bearer looks more real, and it's even more terrifying than a ghost. Mu Zifeng saw that the corpse man was walking towards his hiding place step by step, and there were drops of sweat in his palm, and he didn't know where he should go for a while.

Just when he hesitated, a "cough" sounded in the morgue, the corpse bearer turned around, Mu Zifeng looked over, and saw a tall man wearing a mask standing at the door of the morgue, his eyes were full of disdain, staring at the corpse bearer.

Isn't this the man who blocked the man in black just now? Mu Zifeng almost screamed. He's really a lucky star for himself. When you encounter difficulties in the hospital, you will suddenly appear.

The man defiantly threw something at the corpse bearer, the corpse bearer dodged slightly, and the shoe smashed into the cabinet next to Mu Zifeng's hide. Mu Zifeng took a closer look at it, it was actually a rotten shoe, and it seemed that he didn't know which corpse's foot it was picked from.

Seeing that the man was so arrogant, the man on the back of the corpse was furious, and rushed directly towards him, the man turned lightly to the leopard's waist, pulled his legs and left, and disappeared into the darkness in a blink of an eye.

And the corpse bearer is crazy to chase after it.

Taking advantage of the departure of the corpse man, Mu Zifeng didn't dare to stay for a long time, three steps and two steps, and hurriedly ran out of the room.

He came to the elevator shaft, tried to pull down the elevator gate, and found that the elevator door could be closed, so he jumped on the elevator and pulled the valve to the first floor, and the elevator quickly rose to the first floor.

Back in the hall on the first floor, it was already 7 or 8 o'clock in the morning, there were many nurses and doctors walking back and forth in the hall, and occasionally patients came to see a doctor, Mu Zifeng did not stay any longer, and quickly rushed out of the hospital.

Coming out of Santa Maria's Hospital, the sky was completely bright. At this time, Mu Zifeng's stomach growled, and indeed he hadn't eaten much since last night.

So the most important thing now is to find a place to fill up the belly, otherwise I will definitely not have the strength to rush back to the city, and at noon I also asked Jia Fatzi to go to Sifang Street to replace Yugui with Dayang.

Although Yugui was taken out of Mu Zifeng's house, he has always been a man of his word, and since he promised Zhao Zichuan to give him the treasure, he can't help but be creditworthy.

Santa Maria Hospital is more than ten miles away from Chang'an, the surroundings are quite remote, along the road to Chang'an walked two or three miles, and finally saw a place that looks like a restaurant, Mu Zifeng walked over without hesitation, and saw a wooden plaque hanging on the door frame, which actually said "noodle restaurant", noodle restaurant...... The name of the store is a bit skinny, but the growling belly can't wait for him to pick and choose the fat.

It can be seen that the noodle restaurant is renovated from a private house, and it is very simple. Mu Zifeng walked to a seat by the window, and a tall and strong middle-aged man followed.

"Big brother, what do you want to eat?"

"A bowl of oily noodles?"

"Hey, even if you have a vision, it's not me bragging, there are more than a dozen of them making oily noodles in these ten miles and eight townships, but compared to the authentic old Shaanxi taste, we also count our old Liu family."

Only then did Mu Zifeng notice that there was a banner hanging diagonally in the noodle shop, with the words "Lao Liu" written on it.

"Shopkeeper, hurry up, my stomach is waiting to be filled." Mu Zifeng urged.

"Okay, a bowl of oily noodles." The middle-aged man shouted at the stove.

On the stove stood a young man in a horse coat, as if he had received an order, he put the dough in his hand in his arm, and then hung it in the air, like a painting, sprinkled and flowed, and in a short time the noodles were finger-wide and fell into the pot.

When a bowl of fragrant oily noodles appeared in front of Mu Zifeng's eyes, Mu Zifeng was almost speechless, because the gluttonous insects had crawled to his throat.

He munched on the noodles in a big gulp, and called "enjoyable" in his heart, the middle-aged strong man was right, the noodles were indeed authentic and delicious, but the business in the store was still a little cold, maybe there were fewer outsiders.

was eating into the alley, but heard the shopkeeper complaining.

"I said, master, can you settle the accounts first. You've been eating your old bowl of noodles for an hour. ”

Mu Zifeng looked up and saw that an elderly man in Taoist clothes was sitting at the table in the center of the store, holding a banner in his hand, on which was written one yuan and one calculation, but the bowl on the table was even drunk of noodle soup.

"Settle the score?" The priest stood up and touched his chin and beard.

"Forget it!" The shopkeeper hurriedly squeezed out a smile and shook the abacus: "Not much, not much, three eldest sons." ”

But the Taoist priest acted as if he hadn't heard it, and he carried the banner and walked away.

"Hey, master, what's the matter, do you want to eat white food?" The middle-aged strong man blocked the way of the Taoist priest. The fellow also walked out with a long rolling pin.

The Taoist priest waved his hand and argued: "You are so unreasonable, you have settled the account yourself, of course I can leave." ”

"Damn, dare to drill words and eat white food, I really ate the heart of a bear and a leopard gall." The middle-aged strong man shouted, and he was about to step forward and beat the Taoist priest.