Now that we know the source of the sound that Sun Heng and the families of those patients are looking for, we have already known.

Also to leave the morgue.

Who knows, at this moment, the little black piano in Jiang Mu's hand suddenly emitted a strange and cold singing voice again.

"Twinkle and twinkle, the sky is full of little stars."

"The corpse of the dead hand is put in the cupboard, and the corpse is new every day."

"The tricky sound enters the brain to collect memory, and the consciousness is controlled to detain the ghost slave ......"

In this incredibly quiet morgue, such a sound was heard.

All three of them felt an inexplicable aura of terror on the little black piano, a desperate sense of oppression.

"Grass, Principal Jiang, I seem to be able to hear that strange singing voice too!"

Suddenly, Feng Qianyi hurriedly covered her head and slapped her ear vigorously with her hand, with a look of disbelief.

"Did you hear that, too?" Jiang Mu's brows furrowed.

He was silent for a moment, but instead of panicking, he took out a piece of paper and wrapped the little black piano completely.

"Are you alright?" Jiang Mu asked.

Feng Qianyi stopped slapping his head vigorously, carefully felt the surrounding environment, and his face was happy: "Okay!" ”

Seeing this, Jiang Mu nodded calmly: "That's fine." ”

Although Jiang Mu looked calm on the surface, he was very happy in his heart, because this piece of paper could not only suppress the terrifying aura on people, but also suppress spiritual objects.

He silently glanced at the pack of tissues deduced from the deduction system, which was quite sufficient.

But that can't be tossed around, this paper is one less than one.

I don't know how many months it will take to continue to get this kind of paper by relying on the deduction system.

Not only that, but the few pieces of paper on Sun Heng's face, which were like black ink, stopped.

The source has been cut off, and everything is already fine.

"Let's go." Jiang Mu shouted Feng Qianyi and pushed Sun Heng out of the morgue.

The morgue itself is a cold storage, and after staying in it for a while, Jiang Mu feels that his upper and lower joints are inflexible.

Now that we've found the source of the problem, what are we doing here?

Feng Qianyi immediately followed: "It's coming, it's coming!" ”

The elevator came all the way to the eighth floor, and as soon as the door opened, several fainted patients or family members were planted directly into the elevator, and a bunch of rescue nurses outside shouted in shock.

However, they were all stopped by Feng Qianyi.

His muscular muscles tensed, and he cooperated with the nurses outside the elevator to carry the fainted patients and their families out one by one.

Perhaps because the little black piano was isolated, Sun Heng's weak body gradually regained its blood color.

From the original complexion that resembled a corpse, it was restored to a flush.

Looks very healthy.

"Principal Jiang, I'm ......" Sun Heng felt the changes in his body with a surprised face, and was a little incoherent for a while.

Jiang Mu chuckled: "It's good to get used to it." ”

"Xiao Jiang!"

In the crowd of nurses rescued, a familiar figure waved at Jiang Mu.

It's a caring benevolence.

Jiang Mu glanced at the small black piano wrapped in paper in his hand, and thought about how to explain it to Caring Ren.

Then, he pushed Sun Heng and walked out with Feng Qianyi.

"The problem is solved, right?" Caring Ren cast his gaze at Jiang Mu with some expectation.

"Well, that's it." Jiang Mu nodded.

"Why?" Caring Ren asked eagerly, "Can you let me take a look?" ”

For this event that caused so many patients to have collective hallucinations and agitation. He was asked to write a 5,000-word report detailing what was going on and how to solve it.

In addition to this, he himself wanted to find out what caused these patients and their families to rush to the morgue in desperation.

It's just weird.

Although it is a bit like a supernatural event, Caring Ren still prefers that this is something that can be explained by science.

"It's this."

Jiang Mu was not ambiguous, and took out the little black piano to show it to Caring Ren.

Caring Ren looked at it carefully, but he didn't see what it was, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "This is?" ”

It is wrapped in a layer of white paper that looks like a white cloth.

He wanted to open it to take a look, but was stopped by Jiang Mu.

The white paper on the small black piano, Jiang Mu deliberately rubbed it a few times, making it look more like a layer of cloth.

Therefore, Caring Ren did not think of the piece of paper on Sun Heng's back.

The pieces of paper on Sun Heng's body have long been dyed black, and Caring Ren will not think about it in any way.

Jiang Mu said with a solemn face: "Dean Guan, if I tell you, you have to promise me not to tell others, just use a few reasonable reasons to prevaricate when writing the report." ”

"This ......"

Caring for Ren was a little reluctant in his heart, and the above asked him to write a report to be more realistic, how could he prevaricate?

"Can't do it? Then I won't tell you. ”

Seeing this, Jiang Mu was not bad, and directly put away the little black piano.

Caring Ren was anxious, and hurriedly agreed: "Okay, okay, when the time comes, I'll say that it's the latest research of the institute, so I can't make mistakes, okay?" ”

As for what exactly is wrapped in white cloth, the care of the dean, who has been in the position of dean for more than 20 years, is very curious.

This is the largest medical accident he has encountered in his nearly 30-plus years of medical practice.

If it weren't for his seniority, this accident would have been enough to make him get rid of the floor.

If he didn't figure this out, he would be really choking and uncomfortable.

"You've actually been half right."

Jiang Mu touched his nose and said solemnly: "The things in this white cloth are indeed the latest research in the research institute, it has a certain degree of radioactivity, and it can cover a distance of one kilometer at most. ”

In fact, when he said this, Jiang Mu was a little empty in his heart.

After all, he doesn't understand anything related to medicine.

But I still try my best to fool and care for Ren.

In the next second, Caring Ren frowned and asked, "What's the matter with rushing to the morgue?" ”

Jiang Mu didn't panic, and explained unhurriedly: "This kind of radiation will make people prefer cold places, and of course only the morgue is the coldest and most gloomy in the hospital." ”

"I see!"

Caring Ren suddenly realized, and then couldn't help but exclaim: "I really didn't expect that technology has developed to such a level now!" ”

He continued to answer a few questions about how to remove radiation from the families of these patients.

Jiang Mudu answered them one by one.

In fact, as long as the little black piano is in his custody, nothing will happen to these patients and their families.

So, just pick a few reasons.

Because Sun Heng is still very weak, he needs to stay in the hospital for a few days for observation.

Feng Qianyi accompanied Sun Heng in the hospital.

Jiang Mu took a taxi and returned home alone.

Simply ate a bite to eat and took a shower.

Jiang Mu sat on the sofa, put the small black piano on the living room table, and began to look at it carefully.

He wondered, could he take this thing for himself?