Date: June 3 at 5:11 p.m

It has been said that death is pure eternity, and that the person we love dies and lives forever at that moment. E-book. More. 。 It's like a movie. The Man Who Died is a movie, and there is no more cinematic movie than this. We don't know if it's life or blood that's being lost. Or, or something. While we are tired and painful for ourselves, the deceased also leaves traces of his life and the state of his moment at the moment of death.

Qian Yong's state when he died was not good-looking, and even, a little scary. When Yuying and I came downstairs to his house, the police had already set up a cordon and politely invited his parents out. These two poor middle-aged men and women were crying and slumped on the ground, and a beautiful 'woman' beside them was struggling to comfort them.

"Sister-in-law!" I walked up and shouted sweetly.

"Xiaoye, why are you here?" She was slightly surprised, quickly glanced at Yuying beside her, and said with a smile: "Dead boy, have you changed your 'girlfriend' again?" It's good enough, it's much better than your stupid cousin! ”

I sneered: "Does my sister-in-law really want my cousin's peach 'flowers' to fly all over the sky?" ”

"He dares!" Beautiful big eyes glared at me: "By the way, what are you doing here?" ”

"Come and see a friend." My face was a little gloomy.

"Friends? He lives here? ”

There are really 'female' people who are dull enough, and I can be considered convinced. Sighing, he didn't pay any more attention to this future stupid relative, and walked up to Qian Yong's family in a few steps: "Uncle and aunt, I am a good friend of Xiao Yong." My name is Night Silence. ”

"Hello." My uncle hugged my aunt tightly, and didn't look up at me, just said hello in a dull way. Seeing that I couldn't communicate normally, I pulled up the cordon and walked in.

"Xiaoye, what are you doing!" My sister-in-law stopped me: "Although you are an acquaintance, this place has been cordoned off by the police." You can't go and meet your friends until you're done investigating. Besides, your friend's corpse is a bit ......."

Needless to say, I also knew that his corpse would not be pretty, otherwise my cousin would not have mentioned the word 'weird' on the phone. patted her sister-in-law on the shoulder hard, telling her not to worry, and then persuaded Yuying to stay. I walked upstairs despite any obstacles.

My sister-in-law obviously didn't understand the situation, so I had to dial my cousin's phone, and under the guy's kind words, I finally looked at me suspiciously and stopped insisting on stopping me.

Qian Yong lives on the second floor of this apartment, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw that several old acquaintances of the criminal team had ugly faces, as if they had vomited several times.

Is it really that ugly?

I walked into the bedroom suspiciously, my cousin was busy collecting evidence, and when he saw me coming, he waved his hand casually and pointed in the direction of the corpse. At this time, the forensic doctor had just finished the autopsy and was whispering to the deputy captain.

Taking a deep breath, I squatted down, pulled up the white sheet, and immediately gasped. Although I was mentally prepared for the worst, I was still taken aback.

Qian Yong dragged a utility knife in his left hand, his entire stomach had been completely dissected, his internal organs showed traces of being stirred, and blood, body fluids and intestines flowed all over the ground. But his expression was very peaceful, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth. His eyes opened, and he looked quietly straight ahead, as if he were looking at me, as if he had just woken up and was about to get up and eat. I'm afraid that the death has not been long, and there are no obvious corpse spots on the corpse.

I stared at his corpse for a full minute, then felt a tumbling in my stomach and almost threw up.

"How's that, it's visually striking, isn't it?" The cousin 'revealed' his face on the side and sneered: "It's the first time I've seen our family's little night show a disgusting physiological phenomenon, it's interesting!" ”

"I don't think it's funny." I asked coldly, "Forensic identification?" ”

"Your friend died completely five hours ago, bleeding and the size of the damage caused by cardiac arrest and finally brain death. According to the preliminary determination, the deceased committed suicide. He used a utility knife to cut an 8.66-inch wound on his stomach from top to bottom, and because of the more force, he not only cut open the fat layer, but also damaged part of the intestines. Then he stirred it in the entrails with his right hand, as if looking for something. The cousin's facial muscles and flesh couldn't help but 'twitch': "The deceased has never had a record of 'spirit' abnormality, and his family has no history of 'spirit' abnormality. ”

My look darkened: "How long did he go from injury to death?" ”

"I judge, at least more than half an hour."

"Half an hour? Is it! He sighed and looked at the corpse's face again, the more he looked at the serene expression, the more dazzling he felt: "Cousin, you said that if you cut open your stomach and then stir it inside, what will happen to that kind of pain?" ”

"In the absence of anesthetics and tranquilizers, the pain is enough to kill a hundred times."

But the man had been in this pain for at least half an hour, and there was no sign of pain on his face. Is this possible, you say? ”

The cousin shook his head: "No way, unless he is taking drugs." ”

"So he took drugs before he died?" I frowned.

"Nope. We couldn't find any drug residue in his body. ”

"So, what the hell is going on?" I yelled in exasperation.

"I don't know." The cousin was a little frustrated: "By the way, I always think that he cut his stomach open in search of something." When he was dying, he was still holding a strange figure on his right hand. ”

He handed me a bag of evidence. I was familiar with the contents of the tape, the exaggerated but closed cold eyes, the nasty face, the bronze face we found from the Aoyama Sanatorium when we were at the sorority.

I looked at this thing for a long time before I turned my head stiffly and looked at my cousin: "When he died, was he really holding a knife in his left hand and a figure in his right hand?" ”

My cousin didn't know what I was trying to say, so he was slightly stunned and nodded.

"Then he must not have committed suicide. At least, he didn't commit suicide of his own volition! I looked at Qian Yong's already cold corpse: "There must be some unexplained reason for him to do that." "Why?" My cousin had long been accustomed to my often unexpected judgments, and only faintly spat out two words. "Quite simply, he's not a left-handed person at all. Can you use the unfamiliar hand to cut your stomach open? Moreover, the edge of the utility knife is still held outwards rather than in the opposite direction. Japanese samurai disemboweling all know that the knife edge must be inward to be convenient. ”