Ji Zimo received a call from Zhang Yang in the hospital, and their serious crime team found clues based on the appearance of the charred corpse restored by Kang Zhentian and Ji Zimo. The charred corpse turned out to be a pimp, and a prostitution den was found in the home of the owner of the charred corpse.

Not only that, but another clue was found. The owner of the charred corpse is a pimp and also sells drugs.

This is undoubtedly encouraging news. Ji Zimo had a sense of accomplishment and immediately wanted to tell Master Kang Zhentian the good news.

But no matter how he called, the other party's phone always said that he was not in the service area.

Yin Miao Village is located in the middle of nowhere, and there must be no signal to do so. Ji Zimo thought to himself, and after making a few calls, he didn't continue to insist on contacting the master, and waited for Su Qingmei's condition to improve and returned to City A the next day.

With Master's ability, the affairs of the Shi Lin family should be completed in one night. So he lay down on the empty bed in the ward for a while.

Su Qingmei actually hasn't slept steadily, she can feel the sound of Ji Zimo walking around in the ward, and she can also hear the movement of him lying down, but she can't open her eyes.

She felt an itch in her wrist, and she wanted to scratch it but couldn't reach it.

After a while, Su Qingmei finally opened his eyes, and what came into his eyes was black. Adjusting to the darkness later, she looked to her wrist with the help of the light in the hallway outside the hospital room, wondering what was causing the tingling sensation.

Seeing this, Su Qingmei couldn't help but gasp. I saw that there were wriggling things crawling on her wrists, one, two, three crawling out of the wound, white maggots.

"Ah~ah!" Su Qingmei shouted. Ji Zimo, who was so shocked that he was lying down on the empty bed next door and had just fallen asleep, jumped nervously, and asked her what was wrong.

Su Qingmei gasped for breath, out of fear, fear, nervousness, and disgusted when he saw the maggots crawling alive, retching so vigorously that he couldn't say anything.

Turn the lights on.

Ji Zimo looked at Su Qingmei, her wrist was fine, and there was nothing in the white gauze that had just been replaced. But she was so nervous, her face, and even her whole body, were red, like drunk.

Then, Su Qingmei felt that it was not only the numbness and itching of the wrist, but also the whole body as if something was crawling, which was very itchy. She frowned in pain, and grabbed the thing that was attached to the medical device.

Ji Zimo saw that something was wrong, Su Qingmei grabbed blood marks by herself, she was like a demon and didn't know the pain, and blood stains oozed from the scratches. But she kept scratching, and he grabbed her hand, and she said that she wanted to scratch itchy.

Ji Zimo hugged her arm, tied her with a sheet, leaned her against the bed, and hurriedly went to the doctor on duty.

If it weren't for Su Qingmei's incident, Ji Zimo wouldn't have noticed who the doctors and nurses on duty tonight were. When he came to the doctor's duty room and saw no one at the nurse's station, he shouted in the corridor in anger: "Who is the doctor on duty?" ”

The empty corridor echoed with Ji Zimo's roar, but still no one answered.

Ji Zimo walked to the backyard of the hospital, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see his five fingers, only the shadows of the trees were shaking and screaming like live ghosts, waiting for an opportunity to pounce, which made people feel a sense of fear.

It is this kind of place that is good for doing that kind of thing, Ji Zimo saw a man and a woman wearing white coats in the shadows of the trees. may not have thought that he would boldly come to the backyard, and he was bumped into a good thing, and the two of them were panicked and busy wearing clothes and pants.

Ji Zimo wanted to scold.

The doctor fastened his belt and walked through the shadows with a smiling face.

"Something?"

"It's okay, I'm looking for you to dry your hair?" Ji Zimo rushed out of the foul words, forced to suppress them, and looked behind the male doctor angrily, the petite nurse figure was gone, and it seemed to turn into the bathroom not far away.

The male doctor continued to laugh and said, "What's the matter?" ”

Ji Zimo turned around suddenly, grabbed the girl's collar and said, "Medical accident, her skin is red, is it a problem with the previous infusion?" ”

The male doctor's face was the color of pig liver, and he was so angry that he couldn't do it, but because he had a handle and was caught by Ji Zimo, he didn't dare to get angry, and said dryly: "Then I'll take a look, you...... This one? He pointed to Ji Zimo's collar, signaling him to let go.

Ji Zimo Tieqing made a face, threw away the male doctor, and his teeth and bones creaked.

The reason why Ji Zimo believed that Su Qingmei was because of the chemical reaction caused by the drug relationship, which caused her to be extremely itchy and lacked redness, was because he had just tested her with a tortoiseshell bracelet and had no abnormal problems.

Sure enough, Su Qingmei really had a problem with the infusion.

She was allergic to this drug, which was not prescribed by the doctor, and the nurse must have mistakenly diluted it to give her an infusion.

This male doctor is trying to please Ji Zimo! He was afraid that he would be angry, that he would expose the ugly thing. actively investigated the reason, and finally found out that the nurse who was on duty in the afternoon was called Zhang Hong, who was responsible for giving Su Qingmei an infusion.

The male doctor hurriedly prescribed the same dose of allergy relief drugs to treat the adverse factors caused by allergy drugs by infusion, and Su Qingmei felt more comfortable later, and then fell asleep.

Ji Zimo used iodine to help Su Qingmei clean up the finger marks left by scratching one by one, she frowned sometimes and pursed her lips in pain. It's just too lazy to open her eyes, she's too tired, too tired.

Ji Zimo leaned over and touched her forehead lovingly. followed the male doctor to identify Zhang Hong's photo, but when he looked at it like this, he knew that Zhang Hong was the nurse who went in and out of Su Qingmei's ward.

That is, the nurse who looked strange and was a little nervous.

Zhang Hong must be punished, she is too selfish, and recklessly uses Ji Zimo's indifference to her as a bargaining chip for revenge to calculate Su Qingmei.

However, Ji Zimo called Master Kang Zhentian and still reminded him that he was not in the service area.

Ji Zimo felt that there was a problem. But if you don't worry about Su Qingmei, what should I do? At a loss, he thought of the nurse who was stealing with the male doctor.

The two of them have a handle in his hands, and now as long as he Ji Zimo speaks, except for the stars, moon, and sun in the sky, everything else he can can do is a trivial matter.

Ji Zimo entrusted Su Qingmei to the nurse, and when he left, he dropped a sentence: "If she is missing a hair, both of them will have to walk around without eating." In this way, how dare the male doctors and nurses take it lightly, and they must not wait by Su Qingmei's side like the old ancestor until Ji Zimo appears after finishing his errands.

After settling Su Qingmei, Ji Zimo left the hospital with peace of mind and went straight to Yin Village.

Ji Zimo rode a male doctor's motorcycle to Yinqiao Village, walked for half an hour, and arrived soon by motorcycle.

It's too quiet in the village.

There were no dogs barking and roosters crowing, eyes were full of darkness, and everything was still except the road that stretched far under their feet.

Ji Zimo is afraid of the dark, afraid of quiet spaces, and afraid of walking alone. From time to time, he stroked the tortoiseshell bracelet on his left hand hidden under the sleeve with his right hand, as if with this thing, he was invincible and had nothing to fear.

Ji Zimo didn't go to Shilin's home, the lights of the motorcycle shone on the house, the still life, the pond, and the toad jumping on the road. Motorcycle, the sudden noise echoed in the space, the penetration was very strong, it spread far, far away, he didn't see a person, yes, there is a strange legend in the village, but anyone who sees a human skin lantern in the middle of the night will die.

Shi Shun was born and died, didn't he just see the human skin lantern and have an accident?

There are two bright lanterns in front of Shi Shunsheng's house, this one is not made of human skin, it is a papier-mâché lantern. Ji Zimo thought about leaning on the car, staring at the lantern uncontrollably.

The papier-mâché lantern had no lines, and Ji Zimo saw that there were thin twists and turns on the lantern. He froze for a moment, but in fact, when he entered the Yin Village, he sensed that something was wrong.

The noise of the motorcycles was so loud that the dogs in the village did not bark loudly.

And when the motorcycle lights shone straight into the door of Shi Shunsheng's house, no one came out to ask.

Something happened! Something must have happened. Ji Zimo passed under the lantern nervously, and a drop of something slid down from the lantern vividly, just dripping on the end of his hair impartially.

Ji Zimo was stunned, instinctively reached out and wiped it, feeling sticky, and subconsciously stretched out in front of him to take a look. One glance, his head buzzed, and there was blood on his fingertips!

"Master......" Ji Zimo couldn't be calm, and rushed into Shi Feng's house.

The lantern was a fresh human skin, and there were faint drops of dried blood on the ground.

Who is it for? Ji Zimo saw that the whole room was pitch black. In front of his eyes, it is like a still ink horror painting, and everything in the painting has an indescribable eerie and eerie sense everywhere.

In the devastation, Ji Zimo saw that Shi Shunsheng's mourning hall was still there, his portrait fell to the ground, and the soul-attracting lamp was extinguished for a long time, and it was also covered with a thin layer of white net.

There was no one who was guarding the spirit in his imagination, Shi Feng and his mother, as well as his grandmother and master Kang Zhentian were all gone.

Ji Zimo glanced into the room, and his eyes shifted to the coffin containing Shi Shunsheng's body. A line of blood stunned him, and the stream of blood formed at the bottom of the coffin was flowing out in a steady stream.

Ji Zimo walked over in three steps and two steps, lifted the lid of the coffin, and the scene in front of him shocked his heart and didn't come down for a long time, and then he retched unexpectedly.

Inside the coffin was a shrunken skeleton, also covered with cobwebs. It's just that the bones of this corpse have been skinned. Moreover, under the skin that had been peeled off, there was a rotten cavity that was black as an insect moth, and a foul smell came to the nose.

Ji Zimo retched for a while, his body shook, and he stood still. After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't come up with a reason, and finally took out my mobile phone to check the time I contacted Master.

The first time I didn't get in touch, it already means that something happened here.

Ji Zimo walked into the house, looked at several rooms, and finally settled in Shi Feng's grandmother's bedroom. He saw Master's peachwood sword broken in two and fell to the ground, and he also saw Grandma Shi Feng's body collapse, leaving only a skin as old as dead tree bark and slumped on the bed.

The skin was covered with a layer of pale white spider web-like objects, and Ji Zimo stretched out his finger to dip it, feeling sticky.

Ji Zimo had never seen Shi Feng's grandmother seriously since he came to Yin Village, his brain was blank, and he couldn't rationally speculate that the problem was at that point.

This is not a movie, nor is it a hallucination, but a bizarre event that takes place in reality. To say that there were no people living here, but the scenes that had happened were so real, and the blood on the ground was still fresh.

It doesn't make sense!

Ji Zimo's gaze shifted, and finally looked at the old-fashioned wardrobe standing against the wall. The closet door was ajar, and the inside was black and hollow, and the cold wind in the room was blowing from all directions. He felt the coldness from his bone marrow, and his feet and neck were trembling.

This book was first published in Reading Books