At noon, the morgue warden's autopsy report finally came out. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The cause of death was death from the poison of the corpse.

There are no obvious wounds on the surface of the body, and it is unknown what caused the corpse poison.

The time of death was four or five o'clock in the morning, and according to the video, at four or five o'clock, no one had been to the ward at all. No one even went in for the previous five or six hours.

There are a total of six doctors and nurses who have been to the ward before, and there are seven people in total.

They are one attending doctor, one doctor on duty, one physician assistant, two head nurses, two nurses and the wife of the deceased.

However, after the inquiry, in addition to changing the dressing, it is a normal on-duty inspection. Even the contact with the deceased is pitiful.

The wife of the deceased went back at about nine o'clock in the evening, and there were children at home, so she had to go back to take care of them.

There is no trace of everything.

I returned the autopsy report in my hand to Zhang Fatzi and shook my head: "I can't see anything for the time being!" ”

Zhang Fatzi was a little disappointed, but didn't say anything.

According to the results of the investigation, although the morgue manager is not a good person, he generally does not have a grudge against people, and he usually works honestly.

He questioned his colleagues, but there were no useful clues.

"It's getting more and more complicated!"

Zhang Fatzi lay on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling weakly.

I lay on a hospital bed next to him and sighed weakly.

"Do you eat apples?"

Peng Jiahe handed me a peeled apple.

Peng Jiahe woke up in the morning after not sleeping for a few hours.

As soon as I woke up, I began to stick to me, as if I felt safe by staying by my side.

For this reason, Zhang Fatzi couldn't help but whisper to me: "You say, isn't this little girl a little strange, she always likes to stay by your side, and I haven't seen how attractive you are?" ”

I smiled bitterly, but I guessed a little about some reasons, and couldn't help but explain: "Her family died tragically, and she was seriously frightened by herself, and all kinds of reasons have caused her to be seriously traumatized psychologically, and the formation of mental illness, in other words, she now lacks a sense of security and has serious psychological dependence." ”

"As for why it's me, I guess it's because I showed up in time for her both times!"

To be honest, Peng Jiahe's situation is a bit complicated, and it is not just a mental illness.

Zhang Fatzi nodded, didn't ask again, and I didn't say anything more.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Lai finally woke up, ate some porridge, and was in a good mental state.

Jiang Lai's wake-up relieved the pent-up emotions between me and Zhang Fatzi, but this euphoria only lasted for a while.

Immediately afterward, all three of us fell into deep confusion.

All of them are mysteries that leave us puzzled.

Who raises corpses? Was it deliberate or coincidental?

Why the hell do you kill?

What exactly does that missing person's blood-colored cross mean?

Why use such an unbelievable method as corpse transformation?

Everything was like a thick cloud of doubt hanging over my heart.

Just when we were puzzled by all this.

A middle-aged woman came to our ward.

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, a middle-aged woman dressed plainly walked into the ward, her face worried, a little uneasy, a little resentful, and a little scared, but it was difficult to hide the sadness on her face.

"Who are you looking for?"

I looked at this woman, a little familiar, but obviously unrecognizable, and couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Fatzi sat up straight all of a sudden, and his eyes shifted from the case materials in his hand. Seeing the middle-aged woman, she was a little puzzled: "Are you?" You're the morgue caretaker's wife! ”

The middle-aged woman knew that Zhang Fatzi was a policeman, so she nervously rubbed the corners of her clothes and nodded.

"Something?" Zhang Fatzi wondered.

The middle-aged woman nodded, turned around and closed the door: "Officer, I have something to report." ”

Zhang Fatzi and I glanced at each other, and instantly became interested: "What's the matter, you say?" ”

The middle-aged woman took out a small, worn-out notebook from her clothes pocket.

"It's my husband's, I don't know if it works, but when my husband woke up, he greeted me and told me to keep this note. Said to have a big effect. As soon as I thought about it, my husband died, this thing must have a role, and I came to hand it over to the police. After stumbling for a long time, the middle-aged woman finally finished speaking.

Zhang Fatzi took it and looked at it.

His face grew darker and more severe.

The middle-aged woman who was watching Zhang Fatzi's expression saw Zhang Fatzi's appearance, and she was instantly uneasy, sitting on the chair next to her and constantly rubbing the corners of her clothes.

Half a day later, Zhang Fatzi took the notebook and gave it to me and sighed.

"That's probably why he died."

I opened my notebook and looked through it.

It's not so much a diary as it is an account book.

There are not many things recorded in it, and there are also bits and pieces. There are even some tons of typos.

For example, there is a page that says, June 5, X, pay 1000, receive 1.

On July 12, X paid 3,000 and received 2.

On August 7, X paid 1000 and received 1.

……

If that's all there is to it, you can't see anything, but

, in addition to these, the main thing is his note below.

"I didn't expect that someone would ask for a corpse, and he is still such a respected person, and the price given is not low, what are you going to do."

"Today he came to me again, saying that he wanted 2 bodies, there was an emergency, I asked him, and he didn't say, fortunately, there are still 2 bodies in the morgue."

"What a sin, I died at such a young age......

"I really don't want to do it, but it's a pity that I can't stop, I'm scared, and I can't stop."

……

I slowly put down my notebook, my face ugly.

Although the information is scattered, it is not difficult to see that the morgue caretaker and a person have been doing some kind of transaction.

Thinking about his identity and profession, it is not difficult to guess what kind of transaction this is.

The morgue caretaker was actually selling corpses.

And through this kind of transaction, in just one year, the total number of corpses has reached dozens.

The only pity is that in the notebook, it is not pointed out who this X is.

"Do you know what your husband is doing?" Zhang Fatzi was a little angry, trading corpses, he was simply a beast, and he was not afraid of being punished by God.

The middle-aged woman cried instantly: "I don't know, my husband didn't say it." ”

The middle-aged woman was obviously uninformed, and when she was yelled at by Zhang Fatzi, she cried in fear and couldn't stop crying.

"Do you know who your husband is dealing with?" Zhang Fatzi then asked.

"I don't know!" The middle-aged woman sobbed.

The final interrogation did not turn out to be satisfactory, and although the middle-aged woman knew something, it was irrelevant.

In the end, she is an uninformed woman.

After the police took away the notebook and the middle-aged woman, Zhang Fatzi leaned weakly on the hospital bed.

"How can there be everyone in this world?" Suddenly, he suddenly looked at me with wide eyes: "Lin Zi, where did the corpse in your house come from?" ”