I found a gap and went down to the riverbank, and followed the bank until I walked directly under the south bridge. There are two large piers in front of it. Bu Operator said that Li Ming did live here, and set up a large tent in the most hidden place on the bridge pier.

It was already dark, I took out my phone and looked at it, a quarter past eleven o'clock in the evening. Turn the flashlight function out, and a fairly bright light will clearly see the small area ahead. Suddenly I felt a sense of peeping, and I jerked my head to look behind me, but behind me, there was nothing.

The neon lights of the city flicker on the shore, and the people chasing the lights start to go out for the nightlife. No one knew that in the laid-back city of Spring City, just a few hours ago, a clue provider who was important to me had died mysteriously in the bridge pier.

Shaking my head slightly, I tried to shake the discomfort out of my mind. The gaze of the prying eyes only stayed on me for half a second, and I even wondered if it was because of the darkness around me.

Walking briskly into the pier, I suddenly opened up and had no space, and in an unexpected corner, a Decathlon four-person tent appeared in front of me. It was evident that the tent seemed to have endured a fierce struggle, and the polyester fiber outside tent had been lifted off, and the top was full of holes of varying thickness, and I don't know what was used to cut it.

And the tent's elastic metal bracket was also twisted and crooked. Bu Operator's subordinates obviously called the police, and the police who arrived first not only took Li Ming's body, but also took everything in the tent, even if I had the heart to investigate, I couldn't find any clue.

The surrounding footprints were messy, and the police did not deliberately protect the scene. I made it closer, and suddenly frowned. The piers were covered in dirt, and the policemen's shoes were not uniform but recognizable. According to the knowledge of footprints that he knows, Li Ming's footprints are not difficult to judge. But in this way, the situation is strange, from beginning to end, I only saw Li Ming's footprints hiding in a panic, and there was no trace of anyone else at the scene.

But who is Li Ming fighting against? Who are you afraid of, or even dodge in a panic? Who is the person who is invisible, who has left no trace of existence? Or is it that the one who killed Li Ming was not a person at all?

I shuddered, and I felt a chill creep crawling up my spine from the soles of my feet. The sultry breeze of the night blew on your face and did not bring any warmth to yourself. Li Ming's sudden death is indeed strange!

But if there really is something invisible, why is the tough guy sent by Bu Operator to monitor and protect Li Ming so frightened that he goes insane? The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't figure it out. There was no way to find more clues at the scene of the person's death, so I could only sigh and call an acquaintance at the police station. It was with great difficulty that he was able to get permission to enter the morgue. He cares very much about Li Ming's corpse, maybe he can find more clues on his dead body.

But it's just a possibility. His killer did not leave any signs of searching the scene, not even caring that his body was taken away by the police. Does this mean that there is an unknown force that is only interested in his life?

It's been a tiring day today. Whether it was Li Ming's sudden email or the conversation with him, it had a great impact on me. I always felt that this matter was not simple from beginning to end, and it seemed that there was an invisible hand behind it. At that time, I didn't realize what kind of horrific experience the morgue of the police station would bring me.

Yes, the morgue always feels cold, damp, and scary. Seven hours after Li Ming's death, I stepped through the thick gate under the leadership of a veteran policeman. As soon as I entered the door, a cold wind blew on my face. The police station's morgue smelled terrible, and an old electronic clock hung in front of the door showing 4:44 a.m. What an ominous number!

"Go in by yourself." The old policeman stopped at the door, his eyes flashing as he spoke.

I laughed dryly: "Lao Li, you have been doing this for more than 30 years, and you are still afraid of ghosts and gods?" ”

This policeman surnamed Li is an old colleague of my cousin Ye Feng, and he is half an acquaintance, although Ye Feng has long since left, but the realm of Spring City still remembers him. After all, there is no ordinary person in the night family. Lao Li is usually not afraid of heaven and earth, and it is said that he also ate corpse soil to judge the time of death of the deceased, and the disgusting trainee police officers vomited for a few days. Such a person is actually afraid to enter the morgue?

"There are no ghosts in the world, only people who are more terrible than ghosts." The old policeman pointed vaguely inside, and then slipped away as if he were running away.

I pushed open the door of the inner room in confusion, and I heard a cold and arrogant young woman's voice coming: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, hurry up." ”

The layout of the police station has always been the same, but this one is different, and in order to save space, the morgue is closely connected to the autopsy room. There was a tall girl wearing a mask who only showed a pair of big eyes, and she looked at me arrogantly: "You just don't say anything at night? ”

"It's me." I touched the back of my head, although this little girl couldn't see clearly, she was definitely no more than twenty-three years old. The eyes are very beautiful, but the character is not flattering.

"The bastard Nightblade's cousin? Some people in the bureau have mentioned you, and it is said that you are famous. There are a few cases where you have been helped! Cut, I don't know why you, an outsider, get so much praise, but looking at real people, that's just it. The girl spewed contemptuous gas through her nostrils and looked at me without blinking: "Why do you care so much about this homeless man and insist on personally participating in his autopsy?" Is he your relative? ”

"It's not." I shook my head: "Poor others, only one acquaintance is left." I want to find out the cause of his death. ”

"I heard that at the scene of the crime, the criminal police team did not find any clues about the murderer. This case is estimated to be pending. The girl flicked her tongue: "Go to the side and wear a white coat and gloves, don't spit it out later." ”

The combination of this guy's words and tone is very kind of super poisonous tongue. I suddenly understood that the old policeman would avoid it as soon as he arrived at the door, and staying with the girl in front of him for a few minutes would reduce his life by ten years.

I put on my lab coat and gloves and followed her to the freezer where the body was stored. Every morgue in the world is about the same, a square room, except for the entrance, and the walls are densely packed with metal cabinets the size of coffins. The cabinet is the refrigerator, and the temperature is adjusted to the most suitable degree for storing the corpse.

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