Something like this is rare, Zhou Meng almost never brought a friend of the opposite sex to his parents' banquet, of course, it was also his birthday party, the key was what kind of identity the other party was. When the two appeared in the lobby, they attracted everyone's attention. arrived at the time in time, and it happened that at 7:56, the crowd gathered in the lobby vestibule also made way for these two beautiful women. Zhou Meng could be said to have tried her best at this time, although her expression was indifferent and her appearance was calm, Mu Tianyu next to her could clearly feel her trembling. Under the soft light of the light, Meiyan had already concealed her injuries, and others had more or less only seen this.

"Hey, who's that guy?"

"I don't know, I don't think I've seen it, do you know each other?"

"No, it's the first time I've seen it."

"It's the first time I've seen it, too." In the crowd, there were not a few voices of whispering, and one of them was from Zhou Meng's colleagues, who were also members of the serious crime team.

"I guess it can't be her boyfriend."

"No way, where did she come from! Every time I go home after work, I don't even go to the movies on weekends, and I see her shopping less often than she has a few menstrual periods a month. The person who spoke was the well-known poisonous snake woman of the serious crime team, in front of Zhou Meng, the only thing she was proud of was that she had a happy family, if the extremely attractive man in front of her really had something to do with her, wouldn't it completely ruin her desire to compare.

At this time, the first person to come up was Zhou Meng's father, he was more familiar with this mature, stable and charming man, this was indeed the plainclothes police officer who had a conversation at the scene of the crime that day, no, not a police officer, later, Zhou Zhiming looked for this person in the police station, but he never found it, so he thought that the other party might be a private detective or something related.

"Hi, hello." Zhou Zhiming greeted him with a smile.

It was not the first time Mu Tianyu had seen him, and he stretched out his hands in advance to signal friendship. Chen Hong in the corner watched all this, she secretly said in her heart, who is this person, she has never seen it, it is not like Xiaomeng's colleague, and she has never heard her mention it, and she knows a man with such a temperament and charm, is it Xiaomeng's boyfriend? This, this can't be, she can't hide it from us. Chen Hong was unmoved, his eyes paid attention to Han Feng beside him, and saw him staring at the man beside Zhou Meng with an expressionless face. No, Han Feng is the best candidate for a son-in-law, whether it is family background, social status and economic situation, I am very satisfied.

As time went on, everything was dimmed, and the opening of the party was nothing more than a high-profile monologue, but the gradual completion of the table and the tempting delicacies also made the high-sounding group of people absent-minded. Fortunately, the opening monologue is simple and clear, the arrival of the dining time, and the combination of buffet-style Western food, make everyone informal, and drink with pride.

Having said that, Mu Tianyu hadn't enjoyed such food for a long time, in the corner, he picked up a glass of Wolfkaki, stood on the windowsill of the top floor, staring at the distant Tiandu Peak, the depths of the dense forest were dark, but he could still sense an evil force from inside.

"Aren't you used to it?" A word came from behind him, Mu Tianyu turned around, it was Zhou Meng's father, and he also took a glass of wine, and it was the same wine, Wolfkachi. "Actually, I'm not used to it." He smiled and sighed, clinking glasses with Mu Tianyu.

"It's just been a long time since I've been in the scene of so many people." Mu Tianyu shook his head and took a sip of the wine in his glass.

"You're special."

Mu Tianyu's eyes twitched, and he smiled helplessly: "How can you say this." ”

Zhou Zhiming raised the glass of wine in his hand, stared, and said indifferently: "Few people will choose such a wine, the Dongba people are strong and strong, and they have brute strength by nature, only such a strong wine can meet their masculinity, but ordinary people can hardly bear it. Therefore, generally only people with serious hearts will choose such wine. ”

Mu Tianyu nodded, looking at each other with a smile. "So, what's on your mind right now?"

"No, no, no." Zhou Zhiming said with a smile: "I saw that you took such a wine, so I will have a drink with you." ”

"Thank you." The two met again and looked at the quiet but prosperous picture outside the window. However, in the distance, Zhou Meng, who was sitting at the back of the lobby resting, witnessed this scene, and she felt an indescribable joy and peace of mind in her heart.

"Do you remember, the female deceased that day?" After a moment of silence, Zhou Zhiming asked.

"Yu Yan?"

"Yes, it's her, the lab report is out, but there's one thing that's weird." Zhou Zhiming recalled the scene he saw in the morgue on the night of the crime. "Both of her hands were covered in blood, and it was her own DNA after the examination, so I believe that it was caused by the pain of her eyes being gouged out, and she was soaked with blood spilling over her face with her hands. However, as I was about to leave the morgue, I suddenly noticed something unusual. To be honest, I've been a forensic doctor for decades, and I've seen all the horrors and horrors, but it's the first time I've encountered something like this. ”

[Although I am retired, I occasionally go to the forensic department to help, after all, these young people are now full of blood and strength, and many things are not fully considered. Of course, my daughter didn't want me to go back to that place, because after so many years of work, my health had also gone wrong, and I was able to maintain my health according to her instructions now. That night, I wanted to sort out the detailed report of the laboratory tests, so that she would not need to solve the case, and those young doctors might not have the mental capacity to bear such a deceased, even if I were willing to change it, I would have lingering palpitations.

When I had finished putting together all the reports, it was just after midnight and the building bell rang and startled me. All the people in the forensic department have long since left work, except for the personnel on duty. In the corridor outside the morgue, the lights are dim, in fact, in the early years, many colleagues have put forward opinions and implemented plans to completely replace the lights in the corridor and install high-energy incandescent lamps. However, even so, this corridor still seems dark, so it is inevitable that some people will think that it is a place of gloomy energy. Of course, I also think so, whether it is the morgue of the hospital, or the morgue of the forensic department, or the cemetery in the deep valley, there will be more or less inexplicable phenomena. I have checked the relevant reports, and many professionals in this field believe that the corpse gas emitted by the corpse will block the operation of the current or disturb the frequency of the voltage, so it is normal to have insufficient light.

When I walked down the corridor, even though the environment was oppressive by the gloom, I didn't feel anything wrong, I just wanted to get out of here, but the strange thing was that the more I accelerated my pace, the more heavy the depression became. I seem to have experienced this before, and I felt like someone was following me, and that feeling was obvious, as if my pace was in sync with the follower, and as soon as you stopped, he would stop. The walls around me are all solid concrete, and the wallpaper is slightly darker, without any mirrors or reflective materials, in short, I can't see what is behind me through the mirror reflection.

I gasped for breath because my body was not as good as before, and it was the first time in recent times that I had stayed up so late. There was a dead silence around him, and he couldn't hear anything except his own heartbeat and breathing. Call...... Suck...... Call...... Suck...... A drop of sweat slipped from my forehead and dripped onto my shoes, and I turned my head sharply, and said to my heart, I was very scared, I was not afraid that someone had infiltrated the morgue, that it was not some murderer who wanted to destroy the body! Rather, it's something much weirder. I know it must sound ridiculous, and I've never seen it, but I've seen something weird and bizarre.

In countless murder scenes, sometimes, I will find a sudden shadow floating through the corner, and even see a fleeting shadow on the material of the reflective mirror, the faucet in the bathroom will be opened inexplicably, the cup resting on the coffee table will suddenly fall to the floor, and there will be a faint noise in the closet, but when a colleague opens it, there is nothing. At first, I thought it was an illusion, after all, after being in contact with this job for a long time, the depression in my heart will gradually become heavy, and many people in this line of work suffer from certain psychological shadow diseases, and I thought it was my turn. But strange things followed, and I couldn't tell for sure, because I had never seen anything with my own eyes.

I let out a long breath, sweating like rain, and the tension gradually subsided as I breathed frantically, leaving nothing behind me except the flickering lights. Then, without looking back, I pushed open the door, and then closed it heavily, and leaned in with trembling hands in chains. But just as I was about to fasten the locks, I suddenly heard a strange sound, similar to the sound of some kind of heavy object falling on the floor, and it came from inside the door, on the other side of the corridor, the morgue! I swear, my mind was clear, and the second time the voice came, I was sure there was no one in there, except a pile of corpses.

I was in doubt, more of an inexplicable fear, but I didn't know why, I actually pulled the chain, pushed open the door, and walked into the corridor. Maybe it was my curiosity, or maybe I was unwilling to find something, so I walked to the morgue. Along the way, I trembled, without a sound under my feet, like a thief, and I cautiously squeezed past several corpse trucks, not touching anything. It wasn't until I was outside the door of the morgue that I stopped. I didn't know how much psychological struggle I had gone through in this short distance of tens of meters, but I didn't hear any other sounds, I was in a stalemate outside the door of the morgue for a few minutes, maybe nearly five or six minutes, and there was a deathly silence around me, and gradually, I began to wonder if I was hallucinating, and wiped the cold sweat that soaked out of my face, and my whole back was soaked.

But then, I pushed open the door of the morgue, and a cold frost instantly overflowed through the crack in the door, hitting my whole body, and I was so surprised that I suddenly thought of something, pushed open the door directly, and rushed in. I thought it was a problem with the refrigeration unit, which had occurred once a few years ago, and when I came the next day, there was a disgusting smell of corpses in the entire forensic department. The morgue was like an ice cellar, but the frost was as chilling as a ghostly fog, so I ran to the generator in the corner and looked carefully at the display on the refrigeration meter, which was normal. It's really strange, so where does this cold come from? I wondered, but as I turned around, I found the body bag on the morgue. At that moment, I held my breath, moved my steps, and moved towards the body bag little by little, and sure enough, I noticed something unusual, the zipper of the sealed body bag was opened! Oh my God, I distinctly remember that I had closed the zipper and that it was still fastening.

But the next scene, which I will never forget for the rest of my life, saw the body in the body bag, right where the zipper was unzipped, and it was the hand of the deceased! But the blood stains on her hands, the blood foam deep in her nails, were gone, and what I saw was a white and old hand, with dark nails, and the shell was full of muddy and filthy dead flesh! I exclaimed, hurriedly retreated, and almost fell, but I didn't care so much, I rushed out of the door of the morgue, and ran to the end of the corridor without looking back. 】