Chapter 9: The Truth of the Rag Fragment Forensic Psychic Record

"Where am I?!"

Ling Fan thumped his head, which was still a little dizzy, but even that was useless, he found that he was still in a white space, and the whole space couldn't tell the direction at all, and there was only endless white, the kind of white that seemed to be white paper.

A long passage appeared in front of him, and the passage was also white all over, constantly extending forward, but the passage seemed to be very long, Ling Fan's eyes had to see through it, but he still couldn't see the end of the passage.

"Go ahead! Go ahead and you'll see everything you need! ”

Suddenly, a mysterious voice sounded in the white space, this voice seemed to have an indescribable magical power, and Ling Fan only felt that his body seemed to move forward as if it were uncontrollable.

Every time he took a step forward, Ling Fan's head would become more intense, the kind of pain like a thousand needles pricked, but even so, he still didn't mean to stop, and his steps still moved forward.

Even he didn't know how much time he had spent, but when he woke up again, he found that he had come to the end of the white passage, and at the end there was a white door tightly closed, perhaps by instinct, Ling Fan gently pushed down the white door, squeaked, the white door made a soft sound, and then moved a gap.

What would be behind the door, heaven or hell, or a different dimension that even he didn't know.

The sound of the door shaft twisting sounded, the door was slowly pushed open, as the door unfolded, Ling Fan's figure gradually appeared, only to see him stretching out his right hand to push, while his eyes were tightly closed, as if he was making the last psychological preparations for the upcoming Dongben behind the door.

Ling Fan slowly opened his eyes, what appeared in front of him was not heaven or hell, but another white space, but it was a different space, only to see a black thing placed in the center of the entire space, which was covered by a wide black canvas.

When Ling Fan saw what appeared in front of him, his heart couldn't help but palpitate, and his steps once again stepped forward disobediently and stopped in front of the black canvas.

He carefully pinched the corner of the black canvas, and then violently lifted the entire canvas, the sound of whirring hollowing sounded, and then a huge glass bottle appeared in front of Ling Fan, a human-shaped glass bottle, and then there was a strong smell of medicine.

Inside the glass bottle was a man, a strange man, who had buried his head in his arms, his entire body floating in the potion.

I don't know if it was an illusion or what, Ling Fan felt the strange man in the bottle slowly raise his head, little by little.

However, every time the person in the glass bottle lifted up a little, Ling Fan's heart would throb, and finally when the whole face of the person in the bottle appeared in front of his eyes, Ling Fan couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing, because he saw himself in the glass bottle, and the person in the bottle turned out to be himself.

"Why, why is this happening, why am I being put in a glass bottle?!" Ling Fan threw himself on top of the glass bottle and tried to rescue himself inside, but found that the glass bottle was extremely strong.

"Run! Come on! Ling Fan in the bottle suddenly opened his eyes and shouted at Ling Fan in horror.

But Ling Fan couldn't hear it, because he only saw himself in the bottle shouting anxiously, but he couldn't hear any sound, at this time, Ling Fan suddenly felt something strange, only to see water suddenly oozing from his feet, no, it was not water, it was formalin liquid that exuded a pungent medicinal smell.

Ling Fan exclaimed, he wanted to run, but he found that his body had been covered with transparent but incomparably strong glass at some point, and he was actually packed into a glass bottle.

The potion on the soles of his feet had risen to Ling Fan's waist, but no matter how he frantically slapped and kicked the wall of the glass bottle, the solid glass wall was still motionless, and at this time, the potion had spread to his neck, and the smell of irritation had stirred his nose to rot, and then there was a grunt, and the potion spread Ling Fan's entire head, and then there was the heart-rending suffocation and discomfort, which was a feeling that was more uncomfortable than death, and then his consciousness gradually lost, and then his head sank into his arms, But at this moment, he saw a figure push open the door of the white space without completely closing his eyes, and that person was none other than himself!

"Don't! Don't ————————! Ling Fan screamed in horror at what was happening in front of him, and he found himself caught in an action that would always be repeated, and the name of this white space was Never Transcendent.

Suddenly, Ling Fan opened his eyes, but the first one in front of his eyes was still a terrible white, after a burst of palpitations, Tianyu's beautiful and concerned face appeared in front of him, at this time Tianyu no longer had the usual indifference and indifference, but only worried: "Don't move, you've fainted for a long time, do you feel better now?" ”

When Ling Fan found out that he was lying in the snow-white ward, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and his raised upper body fell on the soft bed again, it turned out that everything was just a dream, but it was such a terrifying dream, everything in the dream was still making him feel palpitations until now.

"What are you thinking?" Tianyu saw that Ling Fan's face was a little abnormal, and asked.

Ling Fan woke up from his memories and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's just that I had a terrible dream just now, by the way, what about Xiao Yu and Senior Brother Hong?" With that, Ling Fan looked around.

For some reason, as soon as she heard Ling Fan mention Xiao Yu's name, Tianyu felt a strange feeling in her heart, a strange feeling that even she couldn't explain.

"Senior Brother Hong has returned to the police department, Xiao Yu has gone to get medicine for you, he should be back soon." Tianyu said.

While she was talking, she heard a rush of footsteps outside the door of the ward, and then she saw Xiao Yu pushing the door and running in, and she was also very surprised when she saw Ling Fan wake up.

"You finally woke up, don't you know, Tianyu didn't close his eyes all night because of your worries!" Xiao Yu counted Ling Fan seriously.

"Oh, I've been in a coma for so long?!" Ling Fan exclaimed.

"Isn't it, a day has passed since you fainted yesterday, and Tianyu hasn't slept with you all night." Xiao Yu said.

"Sister Xiao Yu, you really have a long tongue, what about medicine?" Tianyu's face turned red instantly, and he immediately changed the topic.

Xiao Yu stuck out his tongue at Tianyu and said with a smile: "If I don't say it, how can I let this fool know that Tianyu is good, hehe, the medicine is here." As he spoke, Xiao Yu took out a few boxes of medicine from behind him.

Tianyu took the medicine handed by Xiao Yu, took out a few pills according to the instructions, and then handed them to Ling Fan, saying, "Na, take the medicine!" ”

Ling Fan looked at the two black eye circles on Tianyu's beautiful face, and couldn't help but feel a heat in his heart, he quickly took the medicine handed by Tianyu and said, "Okay, I'll eat!" In fact, for Ling Fan, what he is most afraid of doing is to take bitter medicine, since he was a child, whenever he was sick, his brother would mash the medicine for him, and then add some sugar before he was willing to eat it, thinking of his brother, and then he thought of Tianyu, and immediately felt an abnormal feeling, a feeling that he didn't even know, he didn't know whether he loved Tianyu or something else.

Sometimes, some things can't be explained, maybe it's not that they can't be said clearly, but the time to say it has not yet come, Ling Fan thought so.

At this time, Xiao Yu's mobile phone rang, and it was Hong Feng calling.

'Xiaoyu, how is Ling Fan? Hong Feng asked.

Xiao Yu said with a smile: "He woke up, just took medicine, and although his spirit is a little sluggish, it shouldn't be a big deal." ”

'Really, that's great, you give him the phone, I have something to tell him. Hong Feng was very excited when he heard that Ling Fan had woken up.

Ling Fan took the mobile phone from Xiao Yu's hand, turned on the earpiece so that everyone in the room could hear it, he put the mobile phone on the table next to him, and said with a smile: "Hey, Senior Brother Hong, what's the matter so urgent, I'm seriously ill, I have to work just after waking up, and I can't let people live?" ”

"It's not that I'm in a hurry, it's that I'm in a hurry, don't talk about it, the guy from the laboratory department handed over the test results to me just now, I want to hear your opinion." Hong Feng's voice was a little strange, he usually looked stern and confident, but this time he seemed a little flustered.

Ling Fan also sensed Hong Feng's strangeness from his mobile phone, and said, "What is the result, is there anything special about the oil in the oil pot?" And that brown rag piece? ”

Hong Feng paused, as if thinking about how to answer Ling Fan's question, and said for a long time: "The oil in the oil pot is not abnormal, there are no chemicals, it is just composed of gasoline and ordinary oil, as for the brown rags, the colleagues in the laboratory department said that they are made of coarse hemp fibers, with some aloe vera powder on them, and that kind of coarse fiber is still the kind that is quite old, and they also found some blood stains on it, which have been analyzed by scientific instruments, These blood stains were also left on the cloth a long time ago, and there were faint images of some obvious parts of the human body on them, and according to the experience of an old inspector, he deduced that this piece of rag was ......'When he said this, Hong Feng suddenly stopped, as if there was something unspeakable.

Ling Fan was so angry with Hong Feng that he said, "Senior Brother Hong, don't sell Guanzi, what the hell is it, say it quickly!" ”

It was a long time before Hong Feng's heavy voice came out of his phone: "He deduced that this worn-out piece of rag was part of a rather old shroud!" ’

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