The medical record file is a handwritten record, and the cover has the basic information of the patient and the signature of the department and the attending doctor.

There was also a handwriting under the handwriting where the name of the disease and the content of the signature could not be seen clearly. The handwriting was black, as if someone had accidentally touched the medical records, leaving a permanent stain.

The smudge could not be wiped off and penetrated into the paper.

Officer Qian opened the case and subconsciously looked at the back of the cover.

The smudge didn't really penetrate the paper.

The back of the cover is clean, and the next step is a detailed medical record.

The handwriting is still like the handwriting of most doctors, and ordinary people can't read what is written on it.

Flipping back a few pages, on the last page, Officer Qian found the same smudge again.

This time, the area of the stain was very large, and it was neatly displayed in the lattice, as if it had been written and painted like this when someone had wiped it by hand.

The indistinguishable vague traces gave Officer Qian an indescribable sense of weirdness. He remembered how many times in the past when he had investigated a case, and he would suddenly find clues to the crime, or simply rely on intuition to confirm the identity of the criminal.

Of course, in the investigation of cases, we still have to talk about evidence.

Even if he can identify the murderer with the experience of an old policeman, he still needs to rely on sufficient evidence to bring the murderer to justice. Experience can only be a support.

Officer Qian tightened his grip on the file in his hand and looked up at the entire archive room.

The glass windows of the archives are small and obscured by filing cabinets. The light comes in from the outside, and the beams are like spotlights, with sharp outlines that are clearly visible in the interior lighting. In the not-so-uncommon Tyndall phenomenon, Officer Qian seems to have seen a few other "lights". The strange "beam" penetrated the filing cabinet, like a deliberately cleared passage, and like an unintentional trajectory of activity.

"I'd like to look at the other archives again. If you have something to do, you can go and get busy, you don't have to accompany me. "Officer Qian wants to take away the hospital staff.

The little employee also felt cramped and uneasy, as if something in the archives was driving him. He saw it as the effect of a bad environment full of dust. As soon as Officer Qian spoke, he was as good as a stream, and immediately walked out.

Walking to the door, the little employee remembered the appearance of Officer Qian just now when he looked at the file.

Officer Qian hurriedly flipped through the part with words, but there was a blank page at the back, and he stared at it for a long time.

This cop is really weird.

Can't read the doctor's handwritten medical records? In that case, what's the use of checking paper files?

Such doubts are fleeting.

The little employee ran out of the door and thought of the task assigned by the director.

He didn't just come to serve Officer Qian. He has to cooperate with what should be cooperated, and he has to block what should be blocked. Although he is not a temporary worker, what he is doing now is the work of a temporary worker.

It doesn't seem right for the police officer to look casually in the archives alone.

The young employee wanted to go back, but as soon as he took his steps, he remembered the musty smell and choking dust in the room, and his steps stopped.

Just came out, and ran back again, isn't it obvious that he was stalking the police? Isn't that asking for trouble for yourself?

Officer Qian can't read the doctor's handwriting at all, he doesn't stare at it, it's okay, right? No, it is also possible to take photos and videos to bring the contents of the medical records back to someone to "translate".

The young staff did not think that there were any medical records in the central hospital that could not be shown to others. If there really is such a serious medical malpractice or man-made case, it is impossible to leave a record in the medical record.

He thought for a moment and ran down another hallway.

Go to the vending machine over there and buy something to drink, and give Officer Qian to bring it, so it's natural. Anyway, he can't run back to the office now and tell the director that he's done something stupid.

Officer Qian remained alone in the archives.

As expected by the young staff, he took pictures and videos of the files in his hands in case the hospital refused to allow him to take the files out of the hospital.

After doing this, he looked at the strange "beams of light".

The "beams" and the real sunlight intersect each other and are not parallel to the ground. If this is a deliberately carved passage, or an unintentional trace, then the person who did it must have the ability to fly.

Officer Qian could imagine such a thing flying from one end of the wall to the other, circling the filing cabinet, not knowing what it was doing.

The heaviest traces are those filing cabinets of the last two decades.

Officer Qian opened the filing cabinet, stood in front of the "beam", hesitated for a second, and stepped into it.

Nothing has changed.

His gaze fell on the filing cabinet.

Deep and shallow traces, like someone often touches them.

Unlike the principle of leaving traces in reality. In reality, it is a place that is often touched by people, and does not leave dust. But in these "beams", it is the places that are often touched that leave black marks.

Officer Qian followed those traces and pulled out a file.

The three-finger-wide cover of the file is printed with the words "General Medical Case", the year is 1999, and the back is marked with a "(1)". Next to it are the sequential "(2)", "(3)", "(4)...... However, there are no black traces on those files.

Officer Qian opened the file and turned several pages before he saw the black traces again.

The patient's name is familiar, and it is the patient he had previously screened out in the electronic medical record.

Really.

Officer Qian secretly screamed in his heart.

He pulled out his notebook, found the name, marked it, and used his phone to take pictures and videos of the medical records.

In this way, he found several medical records, and he marked the names in the notebook one by one.

From surprise to shock to numbness, Officer Qian's mood became solemn again.

If this is a real-life case, this murderer will definitely become a world-famous serial killer.

A dozen victims, almost two or three months to a homicide, the time span may be nearly 20 years......

Officer Qian's gaze swept over the filing cabinets that had not yet been inspected.

Judging from the traces on the filing cabinets and archives alone, ten years ago it was a two-to-three-month crime frequency, but in the last ten years, this frequency has been extended to six months or even once a year.

Officer Qian imagined what the criminal would look like in his mind.

He is not an expert in profiling like Professor Qin, but he also has his own opinions on the scope of suspects.

This murderer, calm and rational, should have been in the prime of life twenty years ago, and only slowed down the pace of crime after nearly ten years of frequent crimes. Maybe it's because of your age, or maybe it's because something has happened in your life......

Thinking of this, Officer Qian's train of thought was interrupted.

No, this murderer is not human at all.

Although he must have been a human in life, but after he died, he became a ghost, and will he still age like a human? What is the so-called "life change"? It can't be like people, ghosts also have to get married and have children, right?

Moreover, if the security environment in the entire underworld is deteriorating, the frequency of this ghost's crimes should increase.

Officer Qian frowned.

There seems to be something illogical.

In the end, it was because he knew too little about ghosts and lacked information that caused this problem; Or does this in itself reveal something, but he hasn't been able to get the crunch on it yet?

Officer Qian was thinking about this, and his movements did not stop, and he continued to look for medical records and make records.

His phone rang and the recording was interrupted.

The caller ID is Lin Youde.

Officer Qian raised an eyebrow.

Now that the call came, it should be good news.

It just so happened that he also needed Lin Youde to come and see this archive, and Lin Youde might be able to see something he couldn't see.

Picking up the phone, Officer Qian spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Kobayashi. Are you still in the hospital, or have you been discharged? ”

Lin Youde didn't expect Officer Qian to steal the conversation as soon as he answered the phone. He forgot the lines he prepared after plucking up his courage and making up his mind for a while, so he could only follow Officer Qian's question and answer honestly: "I have been discharged from the hospital and am still in the ward." The captain and the yellow team gave me leave, and I ......" he regained his lines, "Officer Qian, I want to investigate this case with you." ”

As he spoke, he glanced back at the room at the end of the hallway.

Two of his colleagues were still standing guard at the door of the ward.

He couldn't see the inside of the room from where he was standing, but he had seen it before.

Fang Xiaotian woke up and was being fed by the nurse, and seemed to be recovering well.

Song Yingying, who was invisible to others, was sitting cross-legged on the ground without a figure, supporting her head with one hand, and yawning, looking bored.

Song Yingying really doesn't look like a qualified guardian.

Lin Youde thought of Song Yingying's situation before her death, and then looked at her various performances after the meeting, and had to admit that Officer Qian was right.

Song Yingying is just an ordinary person, no matter before or after death, she has never worked as a police officer, and she doesn't seem to be talented in this area.

Although she, as well as Li Yun who she has never seen again, has abilities that living people do not have, ordinary people are ordinary people after all, in the face of crimes of passion, they can still act bravely, and in the face of serial killers who premeditate crimes, they are helpless.

And he and Officer Qian are professionally trained police officers. He has not been in the police for a long time, but Officer Qian has a lot of experience; Officer Qian didn't see much, and he could "see" this, which was just enough to make up for this shortcoming. The cooperation between the two is very suitable.

He couldn't hide behind two ordinary people and push his duties to them.

It makes sense that his colleagues can't understand it. Fortunately, there was also a police officer who gave him a head start, and was willing to reach out to him and invite him to handle the case together.

Lin Youde had a lot of thoughts in his heart, and he also expected the reaction of Officer Qian's side.

Officer Qian's reaction was very direct, and he went straight to the direction and asked Lin Youde to come to the archives of the administrative building immediately and immediately participate in the investigation process.

"Did you find out, Officer Money? Is it the doctor here? Lin Youde was in good spirits and hurriedly ran to the administrative building.

"Just call me old money." Officer Qian said, "It's a bit of a discovery. I don't really see it, but if you come, you might be able to see more. ”

Lin Youde was pleasantly surprised.

That's a big finding.

Another question immediately occurred to him.

"Did you find the other party directly?" Lin Youde then remembered that although they had experience in handling cases and their ability to investigate cases far surpassed Song Yingying, in the face of the criminals this time, their previous experience in arresting prisoners was not useful at all.

They just found clues and found the murderer, how to arrest him?

"No, it shouldn't be. Just saw some traces. Officer Qian looked around.

He thought this place was the murderer's lair, but now, the murderer wasn't here. He didn't have that creepy feeling of being in a room with a ghost.

The few times he saw the ghost before, he couldn't see the whole picture of the ghost clearly, but his body and spirit reacted instinctively, which should be an important indicator.

Lin Youde heard what Officer Qian said, and stepped up again.

The killer is not in the lair, and this is a good opportunity for them to investigate.

Lin Youde ran to the door of the archives room of the administrative building and saw a person standing in the corridor.

The young employee stood outside the file room with two bottles of drinks in his hands. One bottle had been opened, and he had filled half of it, and the other bottle had been held in his hand for a long time, and the plastic bottle had stained his body temperature.

Hearing footsteps, the little employee looked up in fright.

It also happened that this little employee was the one who operated the computer for Song Yingying when Lin Youde checked Song Yingying's medical records that day.

The little employee squeezed out a smile, "Officer Lin." You're here too. You...... Uh......"

After saying hello, the little employee thought of the rumor in the hospital.

After talking with the police and learning about the outcome of the tragedy, Fang Xiaotian suffered a cardiac arrest, and the director of the intensive care department was called to participate in the command and rescue. This is a big deal - Lu Yu just died, and if he dies again, even if the cause of death is because he learns the outcome of the case, the central hospital will have to eat and hang.

This rescue itself can become a topic of conversation in the hospital after tea and dinner, and Lin Youde, a policeman, has added drama, and even has the momentum of replacing Fang Xiaotian and becoming the new protagonist, making the fire of gossip burn more fiercely in the hospital.

The intensive care department didn't know who Lin Youde was shouting "Song Yingying" at that time, but the staff in charge of the file knew it clearly, and even the medical records, death, and follow-up of the family's troubles in the hospital were popularized in the whole office within that day, and during Lin Youde's fainting, it was gradually spread to other departments.

Lin Youde's series of behaviors are very characteristic of a mentally ill person, and it seems to be mixed with the strange reasons for the doctor's troubles with the family, which makes the whole thing confusing. The only thing that is certain is that Lin Youde will definitely be a problem for the central hospital.

The young employee thought about Officer Qian, and then looked at Lin Youde, and felt that this police investigation seemed to be very difficult.

Just the sudden death of Lu Yu, a survivor of the murder case, is it worth such a lot of trouble, and is it still involved in a patient who died suddenly more than ten years ago?

Wait, sudden death...... It's all sudden death......

The brains of the little employees are scattered.

No way...... Their central hospital has always been low-key, and there is nothing special about it in Yaocheng. The doctors and nurses I usually meet are all ordinary......

The little employees kept looking for reasons in their hearts, but the American dramas, British dramas, and the crazy serial murderers who gossip on the Internet all came to mind one by one at this time.

Killing people in a hospital is probably easier and more unaware than killing people anywhere else......

The little employee shuddered.

He was immersed in his imagination and didn't care about Lin Youde anymore.

Lin Youde only nodded at him, and after finding that he was absent-minded, he also ignored him and entered the archive room in a hurry.

The fine dust in the archives made Lin Youde sneeze.

"Kobayashi is here. You come and see. Officer Qian pointed out those "beams" to Lin Youde.

"Look at what? Previous Archives...... Is it Song Young-young's share? Or something else? Yes...... A lot of victims? Lin Youde lowered his voice, his voice tense.

Officer Qian looked at Lin Youde, "Can't you see this?" In the air, through the filing cabinet, a ...... Well, I don't know how to describe it...... It's like light, but it's not light, it's a bit like a filter made by professional photography, like the kind of ...... that comes out of PS."

Officer Qian found it difficult to describe exactly what he saw.

Like the weirdness he found on the winter solstice.

This kind of weirdness is definitely not a sign of real existence, but a sense of his existence.

The sensation of the body, the "sensation" of the eyes, the "sensation" of the ears......

"I didn't see anything...... Lin Youde was dazed, his eyes swept to the file held by Officer Qian, "Hey, this is ......"

"Oh, you can see this." Officer Qian was thoughtful.

He could see those "beams", but Lin Youde couldn't; The medical records he saw, Lin Youde could also see them.

Lin Youde stared at the medical records for a while, and then gasped.

Officer Qian noticed the anomaly, "Can you see what is on this?" Is it text? ”

"Yes. Officer Money...... Old money, you can't see? This ......" Lin Youde looked heavy, and after saying a few words, he was attracted by the content of the file, and put aside this difference between the two for the time being.

Officer Qian is not going to study this kind of problem here.

Solving the case is the first thing they do.

"What's written on it?"

Lin Youde took over the file, "At 7:42 p.m. on March 11, the patient remembered his daughter, he was in a happy mood, the surgical wound had been roughly recovered, and he was scheduled to be discharged tomorrow. The family member who takes care of him in bed is his wife, who has no love for his wife, has family affection, and has a relatively flat relationship. Does a sense of responsibility trigger strong emotions? Tentatively suspicious, to be corroborated by other cases. This time, it was decided to choose her daughter as a breakthrough and conduct the experiment as originally planned. At 7:43, she entered the ward as the patient's daughter. The patient thinks he is hallucinating, his mood changes, and he is unable to determine the specific mood. At 7:45 a.m., the patient believed that I was his daughter and became confused. At 7:49, without answering the patient's question, the patient was choked by the neck, the patient instinctively resisted, and after I pretended to be injured, the patient became worried. When I grabbed him by the neck again, the patient struggled with fear. At 7:55 a.m., the patient's struggle became weak, and the fear and confusion diminished as the vital signs weakened. At 7:56 a.m., I increased my strength so that the patient had a sense of near-death, and the patient's fear and hatred increased. At 7:57 a.m., the patient died, and his feelings of fear and hatred were not strong, and he remained suspicious from beginning to end. It was different from the situation of patient No. 3, and the preliminarily diagnosed individual differences in patients by looking at the pre-medication records. ”

At the end of the reading, Lin Youde's voice was hoarse.

He remembered Song Yingying's understated words, and the kind of dream he saw and experienced after rushing into the ward, which was almost real.

Song Yingying...... And so it is, slowly being killed.

Lin Youde's hand trembled.

"Song Yingying's medical records, do you also have them?" Lin Youde looked at Officer Qian.

Officer Qian's face turned pale, "On the platform over there." ”

Lin Youde turned around and picked up the specially drawn medical record on the table.

He turned his back to Officer Qian and didn't make a sound, just watched quietly.

Even though Lin Youde was wearing a winter coat, Officer Qian saw the outline of his muscles that were gradually stiffening. Lin Youde's body was still trembling slightly, as if he was angry to the extreme, and like sadness.

Lin Youde's eyes were red.

After he entered the police station, he had already seen several vicious criminals. But on those occasions his anger at the prisoners was far less intense than it is now. After all, he couldn't see the victims in those cases.

He met the naughty and lively Song Yingying. Song Yingying is like an ordinary little girl, she is still childish, and her calm and rational attitude that occasionally pops up can't be maintained for too long. This makes it difficult for Lin Youde to see her as a ghost, and even more difficult to see as a "person" who has "lived" for more than 30 years.

At this moment, seeing the neat handwriting coldly describing Song Yingying's death, he could not suppress his emotions.

His hand clenched the file, almost tearing the lines apart:

“…… The patient forgets physical pain, and only hatred remains; The last impression I had when I was dying was that I was pretending to be the patient's mother, and I had strong memories in the patient's mind, and I speculated that hatred was elevated as a result, replacing feelings of fear and doubt. Repeat and comparative experiments are to be performed. ”

“…… was about to be discharged from the hospital, but suddenly his condition deteriorated and he died suddenly. This is the conclusion of the hospital. However, I remember very well that I was killed by my mother. But the truth doesn't seem to be like that......" Song Yingying's once calm words appeared in Lin Youde's ears.

"This brute!" Lin Youde roared in a low voice.