Tick, tick, tick......

She woke up from the darkness with the sound of water droplets.

Although she has woken up.

But she was blindfolded, but she could only see darkness.

Endless darkness.

And at this time, she also felt the weight of her body and the pain in her wrists.

Her blinded eyes and hands tied behind her back were like a mischievous god deliberately reminding her of her situation

She began to panic unconsciously, accompanied by the sound of dripping water, and her heart began to beat violently as if she was choked in a trance.

At this time, a drop of water fell on her side, and the water splashed on her face, and the water droplet splashed on her face, giving her a sticky feeling like saliva.

And this "saliva" made her smell the pungent smell of blood.

This drop of saliva also made her sense of smell begin to recover when she woke up, which she had ignored because of restraint and panic, and became more and more sensitive.

And because after she was unconsciously deprived of vision, her tactile senses and olfactory senses were naturally amplified by her body in this extreme environment.

So at this moment, she could clearly feel that the smell of blood was getting stronger and thicker from her side, including her face, and began to irritate her nasal cavity.

The nausea caused by the smell of blood and the instinctive rejection of her body accompanied her fear of not knowing the environment she was in, and the panic after being restrained made her begin to subconsciously struggle violently.

At this moment, she felt a pair of hands approaching her, accompanied by heavy breathing sounds.

And this heavy wheezing sound is like the sound of a wild wolf that has been hungry for a long time when it sees food.

Greedy and intoxicated.

At this time, like a frightened rabbit, she began to struggle frantically, but the hemp rope that bound her made her writhe like an ugly python.

The hands grabbed her legs, like a pair of pliers, and clamped them tightly.

And there was a viscous liquid on those hands, like blood about to freeze.

She was terrified and wanted to get up and run away, but she couldn't do the usual simple action.

Her trembling gums let out a cry: "Please, let me go." Please, please, I'll give you whatever you want. ”

But no matter how much she cried and begged for mercy, the owner of the hands remained unmoved.

Cries echoed through the small space.

She finally ran out of energy.

It's like a mouse that is exhausted after being constantly played by a cat, and no longer has the strength to resist and escape.

She's got it.

The owner of those hands, with just one pair of hands, made her completely lose all her strength, and it did not cause him the slightest harm.

She understood, however, it was too late.

At this time, the strip of cloth that bound her eyes was removed, and she was greeted by neatly hung thighs.

The "water droplets" dripping from her thighs splashed on her face again.

……

"Tired, aren't you?" Fang Yuan rubbed his shoulders and looked at Wen Xuan, who was still packing up the materials.

Wen Xuan replied while sorting out the information, "It's okay. If you're tired, go back first. I haven't finished the autopsy report yet. ”

Fang Yuan pushed his glasses, put on his coat, and muttered in a low voice, "As for fighting so hard?" ”

But having said that, after all, only a few of them were busy in the entire department, and Wen Xuan was used to doing so many things alone.

Downstairs, a figure suddenly collided with him. He rubbed his forehead and looked up to see that it was actually a courier boy.

"I'm sorry." The courier brother hurriedly said to Fang Yuan, and then said embarrassedly: "Big brother, I'm in a hurry to send this order urgently, I'm really embarrassed, are you okay?" ”

Fang Yuan looked at the courier brother, waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, but you have to pay attention." I'm in a hurry to watch the road, and it's not good if I accidentally bump into myself. ”

The little brother nodded shyly.

"Alright, you can go quickly."

……

The next day, Fang Yuan got up early in the morning, and his long-term work made his cervical spine a little sore, so he was going to take a leave of absence today to relax, after all, he always had to pay attention to relaxation.

When he arrived at the bureau and had just changed his clothes, he saw Wen Xuan walking to the door of the autopsy office with a large cardboard shell.

Fang Yuan looked at Wen Xuan, who was a little inexplicable and mysterious at the moment, and followed curiously.

At this moment, the box was accidentally tripped by Wen Xuan when he pushed the door, and a strand of hair came out of the box.

～～～～～～～～～～～～

The crowd sat around the corroded skull, which had not even the slightest muscle fiber.

Wen Xuan looked at the skull in front of him, slowly raised his hand to a position at shoulder level, tilted his head slightly to look at Tang Tang next to him and said, "Tang Tang, get me a pair of gloves." ”

And what is strange is that Tang Tang's face is already pale and terrible at the moment, her expression is slightly distorted, as if she is enduring the violent tumbling in her heart, as if it is the first time she has seen such a terrible thing.

"Tang Sugar! Get me a pair of gloves! Wen Xuan emphasized loudly again.

At this time, Fang Yuan also reacted, and hurriedly helped Wen Xuan bring disinfectant gloves.

Wen Xuan carefully took the skull out of the cardboard box, the hair wrapped around the skull was like a mess of aquatic plants, and the moment the skull was taken out of the cardboard box, the hair slipped into the cardboard box.

Wen Xuan, who raised his skull to observe carefully, seemed to have forgotten the existence of everyone around him.

The skull was cleanly processed, like a skeletal specimen in a school building, white and intoxicating.

The only thing that is unsatisfying is that because the killer has to deal with the muscle groups that are tightly adhered to the bones, he has used a strong acidic solution to corrode many times, resulting in obvious corrosion marks on the skull.

And the marks left on the skull because of the need to process the evidence prove how seriously the murderer once handled it.

Traces, Wen Xuan muttered softly in his heart.

From the depth of the marks and the wounds, the killer used tweezers, an awl, and even a saw to deal with all possible evidence that could be left behind.

His eyes slowly converged with the deep, pitch-black sockets of his skull.

At this moment, he is like kissing with the skull.

Wen Xuan's pupils slowly dilated, like an ignorant person who was attracted to the abyss by the strange luster of the deep pitch-black eye sockets.

And he, who often talks to the undead after devoting himself to it, has long been accustomed to this kind of weightlessness similar to the detachment of the soul.

After he had observed all the marks on his skull, Wen Xuan began to tell what he had observed.

"The weight of the skull is five hundred grams, the weight of an adult skull.

The muscle fibers contained in the skull were completely corroded and stripped by artificiality, and there were obvious traces of strong acid corrosion on the inner and outer sides of the upper jaw and tooth bones, and it cannot be ruled out that the deceased was poured a large amount of strong acidic solution into his mouth before his death.

Tang Tang, now go and grab the hair in the cardboard box and do a test to compare it with DNA. Remember to wear gloves and don't contaminate the evidence! Fang Yuan went to get a tool to remove his teeth, and asked if there was any matching information in the database of the police investigation. ”

Wen Xuan, who had said this in one breath, seemed to have been drained of his soul, and the whole person stood there a little vainly, he wanted to rub his eyebrows tiredly.

And at this moment, the skull that he held in his hand seemed to be tightly attached to his hands, and at the same time, Wen Xuan found that his eyes were on his soul immersed in the skull and was once again uncontrollably pulled by those huge eye sockets, like an innocent person dragged into hell by the undead.

Her anomaly was evident to the people around her, and they shouted loudly, only to find it useless.

Wen Xuan's eyes were already tightly pressed against his eye sockets, and he suddenly laughed, he had seen too many skulls, shattered by sharp objects, gnawed by wild dogs, and even rotten by nature, but none of them had a grudge as powerful as this "clean" skull, a grudge that was so strong that they wanted to take themselves into hell! And at this moment, Wen Xuan roared in his heart: "What's the use of you pestering me, only I can help you avenge!" You evil spirit! ”

He placed his skull on the table, sweat running down his cheeks.

Finally free, damn evil spirit!