Anyone who has studied biology in high school knows that formalin specializes in soaking animal and plant specimens, and it is said that medical universities and hospitals also use this liquid to preserve corpses and organ specimens......

Supposedly, there shouldn't be a smell of formalin in the morgue!

Director Zheng and the others also smelled something wrong, and hurriedly looked at Director Feng.

Probably this is also the first time that Director Feng has stepped into the morgue of the museum, and he feels very embarrassed when he sees the messy scene and smells a bad smell.

"Old ...... Old Zhou! Why does it smell like this in the house! He came and shifted his attention to Cripple Zhou.

Cripple Zhou was not afraid, and smiled coldly: "Director Feng, police officers, this is the smell here all year round, a place to store corpses!" Everything smells stronger than the smell of corpses. ”

Director Feng was speechless, so he had to smile bitterly at us.

When everyone entered the morgue, they covered their mouths and had horrified expressions on their faces.

Sometimes it's strange to think that most people are more afraid of the dead than the living, and probably the fear of corpses, like the love of money, has been written into the genes of human evolution over thousands of years.

When I entered the door, I noticed that the glutinous rice on the ground and the chili pepper on the door frame were gone, and it should have been after we left, and Zhou Cripple cleaned up the scene.

"Just look at it! There is nothing here but corpses......"

Zhou Cripple's voice was low and hoarse, which made people feel very uncomfortable listening to it.

"Can Curator Feng turn on the light! It's so dark, how do you look ......"

Director Zheng spoke.

As soon as I entered the door, I noticed that the entire morgue was pitch black, and the only light was a dim kerosene lamp held in Zhou's hand.

Before Curator Feng could reply, Zhou Cripple screamed: "No! Besides, there are no lights here, and don't turn on your flashlights - guests are most afraid of light! ”

As soon as they heard this, Director Zheng and the others were all dumbfounded, in the black rumbling morgue, if there was no light, everyone seemed to be blind, and they couldn't check anything at all.

At this time, Captain Han, who had been silent, finally couldn't help it, and yelled: "Don't take an inch, you old man!" We are here to handle the case, and we have the right to take compulsory detention measures against those who obstruct our handling of the case, so turn on the lights as soon as possible! ”

Zhou Cripple didn't eat his set, and sneered a few times: "You ask our curator, is there electricity in the morgue?" Even if I want to turn on the lights, where can I find them for you? ”

Captain Han looked like a fiery temper, and he no longer bothered with the cripple Zhou, but shouted to the policemen behind him: "Turn on the flashlights, what bulls, ghosts, snakes, gods, don't be afraid!" ”

I guess this must be Director Zheng and Captain Han tacitly performed a double reed, and Director Zheng, who is the number one, is not very convenient to say a lot of words.

The twenty or so policemen who came also seemed to listen to Captain Han's words and shouted "yes".

I've seen a police flashlight that can be used as a weapon to shine into a gangster's eyes and blind him for a short time. I thought that the entire morgue would be lit up soon, but after waiting for a few seconds, not only was it not bright, but several people's exclamations were heard.

"What's wrong with my flashlight?"

"Mine is ...... too"

"Remember it's fully charged!"

……

After I understood what was going on, my scalp was numb, how could this be! Everyone's flashlights are broken at the same time? I felt a chill in my back.

"Don't be surprised, it's the guests who won't allow you to turn on the lights, so be it! If it's too dark, I still have a few kerosene lamps here. ”

Captain Han was suddenly like a deflated ball, and shouted tremblingly for two policemen to follow Zhou Lame to get a kerosene lamp.

Lao Huang knew that I was a night vision, so he asked me quietly: "Xiao Xie, you can observe, is there anything wrong here?" ”

In fact, as soon as I entered, I took a closer look around, which was a hall of 200 meters, supported by four pillars in the middle, and there were two small doors on the southeast side of the hall.

There are many small beds in the hall, some of which are covered with white cloths, so you don't have to ask to know what's under them.

There are no anomalies in the entire hall.

I looked at it carefully again, and although I didn't see anything abnormal, I smelled a special smell.

Compared to the stronger smell of formalin, this smell is quite good. What does it smell like? I sniffed it a few times before I suddenly realized, and hurriedly whispered to Uncle Huang, "Why does it smell like boiled meat?" ”

"The smell of boiled meat? You...... You didn't smell wrong? Obviously, Lao Huang was also surprised to hear me say this.

"Probably not!" I sniffed it again.

"Can you smell where this smell is coming from?" Uncle Shi asked me.

I closed my eyes, sniffed again, and pointed to one of the small doors: "It's coming from behind that door!"

As we whispered, there were a few more kerosene lamps in the morgue, but the dim light of these kerosene lamps was too insignificant compared to the large space, and most of the area was still dark.

Captain Han led people to conduct a carpet search, but found nothing.

"How? I don't have anything here, so you'd better leave as soon as possible! ”

Curator Feng didn't seem to want to stay here longer, and said, "Yes! Oh, yes! Let's look elsewhere! ”

Before Director Zheng could speak, Lao Huang first laughed a few times and blamed himself: "I'm sorry, Brother Zhou, it seems that I haven't learned Taoism, this time it's a mistake......

Zhou lame sneered: "People have misses, horses have stumbled, it's nothing, you ......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Lao Huang pointing to the door where the smell of meat came out, and asked pretending to be puzzled: "Brother Zhou, this morgue is still divided into inner and outer rooms?" I seem to smell the smell of stewed chicken, it's hard to ......"

In an instant, Zhou Cripple's face changed, and he became extremely hideous.

He replied in a deep voice, "That's where I live, and when you came just now, I was cooking—have you eaten?" If you don't have it, you can stop by and eat it. ”

I was about to wave my hand to refuse, but Uncle Shi laughed a few times again: "Okay! I don't know if others are hungry or not, but I'm really hungry. ”

As he spoke, he walked towards the door by himself.

The policemen, including Director Zheng, didn't understand what was going on, and when they saw Lao Huang walking towards the side of the hall, they all followed.

I followed closely behind Lao Huang, my heart was pounding, and as the smell of meat became stronger and stronger, a very terrible thought came to my mind: Zhou Cripple is so weird, and he rarely goes out, where did this meat come from? Never ...... I subconsciously looked at the corpse covered in white cloth in the hall, and I shuddered.