Chapter 10 Jiang Rice Strips

Yinhe County is a small county town, but the central hospital receives many patients every day.

I blended in with the crowd and picked up a secluded path to the back of the hospital, thankfully not running into any acquaintances.

The morgue sits in the northwest corner of the hospital, and a row of bungalows has been whitewashed. White means purity and tranquility. And this place is really quiet, with a large courtyard, and there is no figure in sight.

I stood in the bright sun, and I felt unusually cold in a place where I had no heart. It's not that there is a problem with my blood circulation, although I don't have a heart, but the blood vessels of the old corpse will sense the pulsation of the earth's magnetic field and contract, automatically generating circulation. Old high-tech! Normally, old corpses live longer than normal people, and the unique blood circulation system is also one of the important factors.

The reason why I feel cold is because I am scared of what I am going to do in a moment.

The morgue is usually locked, but it is common for the door to be opened only when a body is brought from the front of the hospital.

I walked along the corridor in the center of the courtyard to the door of the morgue, and as I was pondering how to get in, I suddenly noticed that the lock on the gate was actually the most old-fashioned spherical lock.

Ha ha! I secretly rejoiced in my heart that dealing with this kind of lock was no secret back in college.

I took out a bank card from my wallet, looked around vigilantly, and then carefully inserted it into the crack of the door, click, the door opened, I looked back again, to make sure that there was no one, before I dodged in and locked the door.

This kind of lock is only external, and it can't lock the people in the door.

The temperature in the morgue was very low, after all, it was the place where the corpses were stored. Because there were no windows, the room was so dark that I could barely see my fingers.

I found the switch by the door, and the bright light tube lit up one after the other when I pressed the switch.

Leaning against the north and south walls of the room, two rows of huge freezers are placed. I walked on the cold tiles, feeling like a cold killer approaching the target of my hunt.

In fact, there are very few bodies in the morgue, not like some film and television dramas, where every large drawer is full of corpses. In most cases, the body will be disposed of quickly by the family, after all, the price of mortuary is still very expensive for the average person.

Of course, it was impossible for the morgue to be free of remains, so I soon found one in a drawer in the middle of the north wall. The label shows a young woman.

I opened the body bag with a strange feeling, and she lay peacefully inside, lifeless. is indeed very young, only in his early twenties, and he was definitely a great beauty when he was alive, but unfortunately he was thin and lay here early.

I've seen a lot of corpses of all kinds, but today my hands are shaking in the face of this beautiful female corpse. I barely dared to look at her face, and I couldn't help but look at it.

The body is very well preserved, and it is certain that she was a beauty during her lifetime, but no matter how much the beauty of life is preserved, it will make people feel pale, and I, I want to do the final destruction of her beauty! For a moment, I felt like I was really nothing, and I even wanted to give up!

But the scorching flame of vengeance in my chest and abdomen made my heart harden instantly.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I kept repenting in my heart, reaching out and taking her cold arm out of the drawer, and that's when I suddenly remembered, fuck! I forgot to pick up the tool.

I was so annoyed that I wanted to chop my hand off! I stood up at a loss, and suddenly I had an idea, and when I went out, I turned around the door and found the old shovel that the cleaner had hidden in the holly to clean up.

Sure enough, all lazy people in the world are the same, whether in middle school or college, I have found the tools hidden by the cleaner in the holly countless times.

Carrying the half-broken shovel, I returned to the morgue.

I put my hand on the edge of the freezer, raised the shovel, and could not cut it down for several minutes, as if I were slaughtering a fresh, young life.

But for revenge, I gave up the last shred of pity and guilt, and the shovel fell fiercely.

There was only a sharp impact, no blood.

I felt my head ringing, as if a shovel had struck my non-existent heart.

Throwing down the shovel, I picked up my severed hand and threw it into the plastic bag I had just picked up outside, and then slipped it into my trouser pocket. I straightened the corpse's arm again, closed the zipper of the body bag, gently pushed the drawer back, picked up the shovel of the crime, and quietly left the scene.

Walking on the bustling street, the unusually cold piece of the thigh, made me feel a strange nausea, and I couldn't help it anymore when I saw a child gnawing on chicken paws.

Rushing to the gutter on the side of the road, I threw up in the dark.

When I vomited all the bitter bile water, I felt a little more comfortable. Straightening up, I ignored the surprised gazes of passers-by, bought a bottle of water from a roadside stall, and walked away on my own while rinsing my mouth.

When I got home, I wrapped my severed hand in several layers of plastic wrap and hid it on the bottom floor of the refrigerator.

After I was done, I took a shower and took a long bath, but no matter how much I washed, I still felt that I was still filthy.

I hid in the corner of the bathroom, holding my head, and cried silently like a stray dog.

The rain from the shower head poured down on my body, and I didn't even notice it.

However, when I came out of the bathroom, my gaze was resolute, and I never seemed to regret it.

Back in my room, I lay on my bed and thought about what to do next. The bait is there, so how do you lure the snake out of the hole? I thought of several plans, but none of them were ideal. The vulnerability is all too obvious.

The Devourer is a monster, but he is not a beast and has the mind and intelligence of a normal person. Just imagine, a severed hand of unknown origin suddenly appeared in the house, and he just had to figure out what was going on!

I couldn't lie down, I got up and wandered around the room like a trapped beast, and the bait I had worked so hard to get was just given up, I was not reconciled, but what could I do to let "Dad" show his feet and not make him suspicious?

Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I had a brilliant idea. If he makes the severed hand into the shape of a river rice strip, then if he eats it, he must be a corpse eater, if he doesn't eat it, hum......

I excitedly left the room and went straight to the kitchen to open the refrigerator, but I was surprised not to find my father's favorite Jiangmi noodles.

Then I remembered that my father had only fallen in love with Jiangmitiao in the last few years, and in recent years, although every time I saw him, he must have been eating, but I had never seen Jiangmitiao at home, and I never knew where he put Jiangmitiao.

Looks like I'm going to have to search their bedroom.

When I opened the door, I was greeted by a neat large bed with no wrinkles in the sheets. There was a faint warm scent in the air, and I stepped in. Strange to say, I have a kind of nervousness about being a thief in my own home, but I don't have the eyes of a thief.

I looked at the dressing table and the large wardrobe at a loss, not knowing where to start. Where will they hide such food as Jiang rice noodles?

The dressing table is closest to me, so let's start with it.

To my surprise, all the drawers were unlocked, and I turned them over, leaving only a few headgear except for some simple and common makeup utensils and skincare products. Other than that, there was nothing.

Disappointment, I turned to the closet next to me, and the first thing I saw was a string of brightly colored underwear.

A variety of styles of cups are a big slip. Xiao Nene is also hung up with clips, and there are a lot of them, and they are all designed to take the sexy route, what lace is transparent, there is everything, and in the innermost, there are actually several thongs!

I'll go! Unexpectedly, Chen Meng was coquettish on the outside, but even more ** on the inside.

Underneath the sexy lingerie, it was the formal wear that hung up, and I leaned in and started rummaging through the cabinets, and to be honest, I wouldn't be surprised to find the vibrator in the cabinet now.

But after half a day's work, I found nothing but half-drawers of stockings in the drawer under the closet, and nothing else.

I couldn't help but be a little disappointed, the furniture in the room was actually very simple, except for the dressing table and wardrobe, only the bed and bedside table remained.

On the bed, it must be impossible, at a glance, and who will hide Jiang Mitiao in the quilt. All that's left is the bedside table.

I walked over, crouched down, flipped through it, and miscalculated again. There was nothing strange in it except for a few rolls of toilet paper and two packs of sanitary napkins.

I sat on the ground, panting slightly, very disappointed, I wiped the fine sweat on my forehead, twisted my brows and thought, where will the two dogs hide the Jiangmi noodles?!

I was in the middle of my frustration when suddenly a thin fishy stench wafted into my nose, huh? Why does it stink so much!

I followed the smell, and the smell came from under the bed, what was it? It can't be smelly socks that haven't been washed.

Lifting the draped sheets, there were two pairs of slippers under the bed. A pair of cotton, a pair of plastic. They are all worn by Chen Meng. Further inside are a few shoe boxes, which are dim and a little difficult to see. The smell is a little bit bigger, though.

I got down and simply climbed in, I felt like I was about to find what I was looking for. Just imagine, who would hide stinky tofu in a shoebox under the bed.

Following the stench, in the innermost part under the bed, the source was found - a shoe box of women's leather shoes.

My veins were pounding, I pulled out my phone, turned on the flash, and couldn't wait to open the lid.

Ha! I screamed happily, the familiar cow paper bag. I reached out and touched it, and it was full of hard strips. Finally found it!

I picked up my phone, crawled out from under the bed with a shoebox, sat on the floor, and opened the paper bag, which was full of burnt yellow rice noodles, but why did it emit a heavy fishy smell?

I didn't smell any smell when my "father" used to eat it, so what's going on? Could it be that I have become possessed by an old corpse, so that my sense of smell has become more sensitive?

I reached out and pulled one out to break it open to see what was going on, but I was shocked to find that these finger-thick Jiangmi sticks were unusually hard.

It took a lot of effort for me to break it with a "click", and when I looked at the section, I suddenly felt cold all over my body, this is fucking fingers!