"Didn't you say that there was something strange in the head, I'll go and see it too." Zhang Jiusheng didn't say much, just walked away.

The two of them walked quickly, and in a blink of an eye, they arrived at the autopsy room, knowing that Zhang Jiusheng was coming, Zhang Tong had already taken the first step to clean up the blood stains on his skull.

"How's that going wrong?" Zhang Jiusheng was thinking about the case and the woman in the red bean platform, so he stepped in without thinking about it, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Zhang Tong's gloves that he hadn't taken off yet, well, there were still some blood stains.

"Hiss......" gasped, Zhang Jiusheng only felt dizzy, the sky and the earth in front of him were overturned, and the five internal organs temple suddenly set off a huge wind and waves, and he was still rushing up to his throat and eyes, thanks to Yunsheng following behind, seeing that he was wrong, he reached out to support him, and even her small body also took several steps back.

"Zhang Tong!" Yun Sheng hurriedly shouted, a pair of eyes staring directly at the gloves that Zhang Tong was pinching in his hands.

Zhang Tong was taken aback, and quickly turned his hand over and buckled the plate on the side upside down on the glove: "Blame me, blame me!" ”

Zhang Jiusheng held his forehead, shook his head, and it took a long time before he felt that his eyes were clear, and he waved his hand: "It's okay." ”

Zhang Tong handed over a glass of water, Zhang Jiusheng pushed it, walked straight to the morgue with the head, carefully lifted the white cloth, but what he saw was not the face he imagined, and he couldn't help frowning.

"What's going on?" Zhang Jiusheng blurted out.

"My lord, take a closer look." Zhang Tong stood on the side and reminded in a low voice.

Yun Sheng approached, as the little catcher said, this face was indeed not quite right, and if you looked closely, there was still a thin layer of things on the skin.

Reaching out and touching it, pressing it gently, the place on his forehead near the hairline actually slightly cocked up, Yun Sheng was stunned, and only four words came to mind: human skin mask.

Tilting her head to look at the neck of the skull, Yun Sheng's fingertips carefully touched the slender and whitish neck, until behind her ears, she looked up at Zhang Jiusheng, Zhang Jiusheng did not speak, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, he knew, so he didn't even dare to reach out to confirm.

Yun Sheng didn't speak, lowered his head and carefully peeled off the human skin mask, revealing the original face of the human head.

Yun Sheng had never seen this person's face, but for Zhang Jiusheng, it couldn't be more familiar.

"What is this?"

"Snow Lake." Zhang Jiusheng said softly, this face was the face he imagined.

"That'...... That is the red bean platform? Zhang Tong exhaled softly.

Yun Sheng still held the human skin mask in his hand, padded it, stroked it carefully, and muttered: "The workmanship is really exquisite, it must be from the hands of a famous artist." ”

Zhang Jiusheng looked at her and swallowed his saliva wordlessly.

"I heard that there was a person in the capital who specialized in making human skin masks, but he suddenly disappeared ten years ago, and his life and death are still unknown, I don't know if this mask was made by him." Zhang Tong touched his chin and raised his head: "If you can see this person in your lifetime, you will have no regrets in this life." ”

Zhang Jiusheng sneered: "What kind of good person can be a person who can make a human skin mask for a murderer?" Don't see it hard, but in the end, you were skinned by others. ”

"Eh, what my lord said, the soldier dies for his confidant, if this person understands me, even if I give away my face, why not?"

"What if he doesn't understand you?" Zhang Jiusheng walked to the door and asked with the corners of his mouth slanted.

Zhang Tong smacked his lips: "Then I'll kill him." ”

"Hey, who have you beaten?" Yun Sheng took a sip and followed Zhang Jiusheng away.

"Huh? Huh? What do you mean? I can't beat adults, can't I beat you? Zhang Tong gritted his teeth, waved his fist at Yun Sheng, who was walking away, and whispered: "Am I still about Chu?" ”