Time back to early morning.

Minghui didn't let Qin Shouru send her to school. First, her work this day was relatively simple, as long as she found out whether Zihan had audited the ophthalmology course of the medical school, and secondly, Qin Shou was not doing it without a proper matter.

Although he is a prince, he is not completely waiting for death, and the hotel still has some business cooperation projects that he needs to talk to people about.

"I'll send you to school first."

"Don't, Qin Dashao's business is millions per minute, I don't dare to delay you."

"Thank you, I'll just treat you as a compliment to me, then I'll go to you when I'm done? Eating together at noon? ”

"It depends."

……

For some reason, after Minghui left, Qin Shouru felt a little apprehensive in his heart.

I care too much. He comforted himself and lit a cigarette so that he could concentrate his mind on the things in the hotel.

Minghui's investigation went well, and when she showed a photo of Chu Zihan, two ophthalmology students and a professional teacher were able to confirm that Chu Zihan had indeed come to audit the course.

"I remember him, when we were in the hospital for practical classes, the students had to wear white coats, but he didn't wear them. I don't think he makes trouble, so I don't care about him...... This student has been here several times and asked me questions after class...... Uh, it seems to be about cataracts...... None of the students in this major work so hard...... One session is not as good as the ......"

It seems that as Yan Ruyu deduced, the murderer may only be Chu Zihan alone.

Minghui walked towards the school gate while calculating, and she took out her mobile phone, intending to explain the results of the investigation to the group.

It coincided with one or two classes in the morning, the time was neither early nor late, classes were in class, and there were almost no people on the college campus.

Just then, a hand tapped her on the shoulder from behind.

"Classmate, may I ask ......?"

The other party spoke, which made Minghui's vigilance drop a lot.

But just as she let her guard down, a hand holding a towel covered her mouth and nose.

Minghui held his breath meaningfully, and his eyes swept around, finding that not only was there no one around, but there was not even a camera.

I can only rely on myself.

Elbow strike!

This blow was very strong, it should have been just elbowed on the opponent's ribs, and the opponent snorted, but he desperately refused to let go.

Minghui hit again, and this time the other party dodged.

Although she has received professional combat practice, she has no choice but to see her every move behind her, but she can't see the other party's movements.

Prediction is only applicable to great gods, and there is no prediction at all for those who lack actual combat experience like Minghui.

This is the first time Minghui has been in distress alone, and he panicked, forgetting most of what he had learned before.

She subconsciously took a breath, trying to calm herself.

Not good!

When she realized she had done something stupid, her vision began to blur.

In the last moments before she passed out, she saw a face.

She has a picture of this face on her phone.

Chu Zihan finally appeared.

Minghui's mind quickly flashed the appearance of Yan Ruyu and Wu Cuo, they would come to save her, right?

For some reason, Qin Shouru's appearance also flashed......

Finally, Minghui lost consciousness.

It seems that after a long sleep, the recent case really worries her, and she often suffers from insomnia, but this time she woke up, and her whole brain was much more relaxed.

Cold.

If it weren't for the cold, she would have even wanted to lie on the hard concrete floor for a while.

Minghui struggled to her feet—her hands were tied behind her back, and one of her arms was so numb that she couldn't feel it.

As soon as she stood up, she kicked her legs first, twisted her shoulders to try to circulate her blood, and if she could, she wanted to pat the dirt on her body.

It was a very empty house - judging by its size, it should be a tin factory.

The only light is the sporadic sunlight that shines through the cracks in the tin sheet. Granular dust in the air dances in the sun.

A large tin barrel stands in the depths of the factory, ten meters high, with a metal staircase around the perimeter, which looks like a giant dye vat, or a furnace in a steel factory.

The light was a little dim, and Minghui couldn't see it clearly.

Someone applauded twice, "It's worthy of being a policeman, much better than those men." ”

Minghui turned around and saw Chu Zihan.

"I'm worried that I can't find you, heh, you sent it to the door by yourself, now, you can't run."

"I didn't plan to run," Chu Zihan said with a smile: "From the time I killed Guan Zhen, I knew that sooner or later I would be caught by you."

You put on your badge on the school basketball court, I saw it. I knew that day was coming. ”

"So you're grabbing me on the back? Don't lose one by dying, and earn one by dying two? ”

"You underestimate me too much," Chu Zihan sighed, "You policemen are really lacking in imagination. ”

Minghui shrugged, "Then can you give me a hint of what you plan to do next beyond my imagination?" ”

"Of course, I can let you see it with your own eyes."

Chu Zihan climbed the stairs outside the big barrel and motioned for Minghui to follow.

The cold creak of the metal staircase gives a sense of foreboding.

When Chu Zihan took the lead in ascending to the highest place, he stood on the edge of the big round barrel. His footsteps paused, turned around, and stretched out his hand to Minghui gentlemanly, as if inviting her to dance, but unfortunately Minghui's hands were tied and he couldn't respond to him.

"The show begins."

Minghui finally made it to the edge of the barrel, and only glanced inward, and she almost fainted.

There were three people in captivity.

She knew it was people, but she felt that they couldn't be called people anymore.

One lost an arm, a leg or two, and the only remaining arm was attached to the torso. He lay on the ground, lifeless.

The other was missing two legs, and he was also lying on the ground, and the wound at the base of his thigh was too painful, and his torso spasmed from time to time, like an octopus foot that had been cut off but was still writhing on its own.

The last limb was sound, and he even glanced up at Minghui.

Through his gaze, Minghui knew that this man was already on the verge of madness, and his eyes were no longer more like human beings than like uncivilized animals.

"I have to sigh, people's vitality is really strong," Chu Zihan pointed to the most seriously injured humane: "It's like this, I don't want to die yet." ”

Minghui had put away his surprise and horror.

"To that extent?" "You forget," she said, "the three bodies we found were much more miserable. ”

"No, no, no, those people...... The time to endure the pain was too short, Guan Zhen died in just one day, and he failed! But they are different......" Chu Zihan pointed to the person with only one limb left, "Do you know how long he lived?" Nineteen days!

Do you know what he ate during these nineteen days? ”

Minghui's eyes widened.

"Eat your own flesh, or where do you think those arms and legs have gone......"