While Rosetta was still taking notes in the interrogation room.

At the same time, on the other side of the police station, Akira Fukuyama, who was in charge of investigating the prison escape and had only slept for three hours, was also woken up by a phone call from his subordinates.

He yawned tiredly, ignored the greetings of his colleagues, and walked briskly through the corridor of the police station, going deeper until he got on the elevator, and finally the car stopped at the "minus two floor" position.

Morgue doorway.

In the sudden decrease in the temperature of his surroundings, Akira Fukuyama wrapped his clothes tightly before pushing open the door and saw the forensic doctor in a white coat who was in a pile of corpses with a terrible death, setting up a small pot on the alcohol lamp and rubbing his hands to cook instant noodles.

Smelling the smell of disinfectant on the other party's body, the smell of blood from the corpse and the aroma of instant noodles, when he entered the door, Akira Fukuyama couldn't help but frown instinctively, and couldn't help but say unhappily: "You said that you found key information from these mutilated corpses and wanted to report it to the top, now that I'm here, where is what you said?" ”

"Listen to me, don't worry, the clues will not disappear there, it just so happens that this noodle is almost cooked, won't you come to Fushan to inspect it?"

The forensic doctor in a white coat pointed to the pot of things boiling on the alcohol lamp, then took a deep breath of the aroma and exclaimed: "It's a human enjoyment to come to such a bowl of noodles after work." ”

"No need, I'm not hungry, you better eat by yourself." Akira Fukuyama held back his nausea and said.

"Okay, I knew it was going to be like this." The forensic doctor sighed in disappointment, and when he was about to eat, he didn't forget to raise his head and ask: "Since I received the body yesterday night, I have been working until now, I will have a meal first, you shouldn't mind the Fushan inspection, right?" ”

Seeing that Akira Fukuyama didn't answer, the forensic doctor took it as his acquiescence, and after putting his hands together piously and saying, "I'm moving," he began to quickly eliminate the food in the small pot.

Maybe it's because there are people waiting nearby.

In just a few minutes, the forensic doctor had already solved all the food, and even drank the noodle soup, very indecently burped loudly, and wiped his mouth directly with the sleeve of his white coat.

"Okay, I've solved the basic physiological problems, and then I can talk to Fukuyama Inspector about the things you care about the most."

The forensic doctor smiled, didn't know which pile of garbage around him took out rubber gloves and put them on, beckoned to Fukuyama Akira, and said, "Let's go, follow, didn't you want to know if the great writer was not on the list of the dead before Fukuyama inspected?" ”

Hearing this, Akira Fukuyama asked, "Now you have the answer?" ”

"Yes, there's an answer." The forensic doctor replied in the affirmative, walked over to a body bag, scratched his head, and raised his chin: "Oh, open it, this is the great writer you have in mind." ”

"Huh?!"

Obviously, Akira Fukuyama was also taken aback when he heard this.

But then, after he opened the body bag according to the forensic doctor's words, the surprise that was only hidden in his heart turned into an ugly look on his face that would make him vomit.

"You tell me...... This pile of stuff is Masao Tsukiyama? ”

He clutched his stomach and pointed his finger at the barely human-looking remains in the body bag.

"That's right, it's Masao Tsukiyama, Fukuyama inspected what you said, it seems that I can still lie to you?" The forensic doctor glanced at Akira Fukuyama, who seemed to be about to vomit at any moment, and his rubber-gloved hand quietly reached in and groped for a while, and a scalpel came out of the other party's stomach, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Well, I'll just say that I'm not mistaken, I really forgot something inside,"

Staring at the corpse in the body bag, Akira Fukuyama didn't have time to pay attention to the forensic doctor's movements, but asked in a tone of disbelief: "What about the evidence, how do you prove that this corpse is Masao Tsukiyama?" ”

"You say the evidence, that's too much."

The forensic doctor wiped the blood-stained scalpel and casually put it into the pocket of his white coat, took out a few plastic bags containing evidence from the shelf next to him, put them on the table, and said one by one: "Fingerprints, iris, and belongings, I have already confirmed these things, and the identity of the corpse is undoubtedly Masao Tsubakiyama, if you are interested, you can also take a look here." ”

Looking at the evidence in front of him, Akira Fukuyama fell silent, even though he had logically inferred that only Masao Tsubakiyama was the most likely real culprit or accomplice in this prison escape, but now that everyone is dead and the body is in front of his eyes, the fact is undoubtedly to overturn all his previous speculations.

It took him a long time to come to terms with this fact.

But then, the forensic doctor who was following him patted him on the shoulder and said, "In addition, in Fushan to inspect the corpse you sent yesterday, I actually made another amazing discovery. ”

"What discovery?" Akira Fukuyama asked.

"That's it...... The escape from the Third Prison is probably not the work of 'humans'! ”

The forensic doctor said in an excited tone, dragging Akira Fukuyama to look at the rather special 'evidence' that had been specially sorted out: "You see, this is the minced meat that I found from the stomachs of some of the deceased, the missing pieces of meat from the bodies of other deceased, and the cracked bones that seem to have been gnawed by some large canine......"

Looking at the things that the forensic doctor took out to show him as if showing off, Akira Fukuyama once again held back his feeling of nausea and asked, "What exactly do you want to say?" ”

"Inspector Fukuyama, don't you really think there's anything wrong with these things appearing in prison?"

The forensic doctor's blood-stained rubber gloved hand pushed his glasses and said in an extremely professional tone: "Although some of these corpses you have sent during the Fukuyama inspection have died from explosions, most of them have died from similar injuries such as being 'bitten' by large carnivores. ”

"Even in the zoo in Antgawa City, I have never seen a dangerous creature that can cause such an injury, Fukuyama Patrol, you can tell me. Why did this unidentified ghost creature appear in the prison in droves, and in the corpses you brought back to me, why didn't there be such a ghost corpse? ”

"Also, if I'm not mistaken, there should be more people when you went out than when you came back......"

"Almost." Without waiting for the forensic doctor to speak, Akira Fukuyama, who obviously knew something, interrupted him coldly: "There are some things that you don't know as much as possible. ”

"I can shut up, but at least you should let me know what is doing all this."

The forensic doctor frowned, put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, and said, "If you don't say it, then I'll start guessing, I know that Inspector Fukuyama is a good policeman who is upright and good, and he has always been meticulous in obeying orders, and there are not many people who can make you so silent." ”

"If I had to guess, that person should be the ...... in our police station"

As he spoke, he looked up at the ceiling, and immediately, Akira Fukuyama understood what he meant, and his expression changed uncertainly, and after a few thoughts, his tone finally showed signs of loosening.

"You don't have to guess who told me to shut up, I can only tell you a little basic information about this that you can know."

"I'm sure you've guessed that there are indeed some hidden existences in the dark side of this world."

Fukuyama Akira paused, took a deep breath and said, "It's just that what caused this series of tragic things in the prison is not the unknown creature you imagined, but just a person, a 'reincarnation'. ”

It's like before they suffered this sudden death, the faces that complained to themselves about the recent economic downturn, the increasing number of unemployed criminals, and the increasingly busy work remained in front of them.

Speaking of this, recalling yesterday's events, Akira Fukuyama became a little distracted and a little silent, and his voice became much lower.

"The word resurrection is actually something you should have used once before."

"In the tragic incident that happened just a few years ago, those victims with severe burns, I think you should have dissected them, right?"

Before the forensic doctor could answer, Akira Fukuyama said, "In fact, it was a crime caused by the 'resurrected person', and it was when I was investigating that case that I came into contact with the relevant information. ”

"What exactly is a 'resurrected one'?"

Forensic doctors seem to have a soft spot for this kind of taboo-related topic.

"The person who told me these things told me that all the resurrected people are dead people who have returned from the Yellow Spring."

Akira Fukuyama was silent for a while, and said: "The 'reborn' I came into contact with back then was originally a resident of the old city, and was hostile to real estate developers because he refused to accept the demolition. ”

"When we received the report, the family had already been burned alive in the room by arson."

"Due to pressure from some of the people above who have ties to the real estate company, we had to temporarily suspend the investigation."

"And just a week after this incident, the police received a fire alarm, and the real estate developer family suddenly encountered the same thing."

"Some people said that before the incident, I saw the figure of the resurrected person at the scene of the fire, and I rushed to the police immediately, but at that time, I saw that the person who should have been dead, but returned from Huangquan to complete his revenge, manipulated the fire that burned out of his body, and burned himself into ashes in front of me."

"He died because of the negligence of our police and the delay of justice, and I was rewarded and noticed by my superiors just for reporting this unusual incident...... Oh, how ironic. ”

The medical examiner knew his guilt and comforted, "Maybe it's not your fault. ”

Akira Fukuyama just shook his head silently, there was no confusion in his eyes, only a dull anger.

"I couldn't give him a fair treatment at the beginning, so I could only let their family be burned to death in vain."

"But now......" Akira Fukuyama wrapped his clothes tightly, gritted his teeth and whispered, "I can't let the brother who died in this matter, at the hands of that dog, die without any value!" ”