Chapter 12: Post-mortem

"You kid, it's not shallow. Su Yawen smiled evilly.

Fang Jun just rolled his eyes, don't look at Su Yawen every day like a weak scholar, in fact, he is simply a 'well-dressed beast' who is inconsistent with his appearance, he has to be unforgiving, that mouth is enough to make people want to live and not to die.

Too lazy to fight, the two of them had a verbal battle, but Fang Jun never won.

According to the regulations of the bureau, in order to facilitate the examination at any time, the body of the deceased will not be placed in the civilian morgue, but in a special room, three floors underground, Fang Jun does not feel that his clothes are tightened.

In order to ensure the freshness of the corpse, constant temperature preservation is a necessary means, the air conditioning in the house is blowing, people don't feel trembling, before the door is opened, Fang Jun has already faintly smelled an inexplicable smell of rot, although it is not once or twice, but Fang Jun still has not adapted to it.

On the contrary, Su Yawen, who was on the side, disagreed, and directly pushed open the door and walked in.

The incandescent lights on the roof were turned on, and the room that had been pitch black was suddenly enveloped in a cold white light.

Due to the relatively small number of corpses in the crime, this morgue is obviously much smaller than that of civilian people, and you can see the edge at a glance, more than a dozen iron beds are arranged in sequence, some are empty, some are covered with white cloth, and the corpses lie motionless in the small space under the white cloth.

Fang Jun glanced at the name plate on the wall, "It's bed eighteen." ”

Su Yawen walked over and untied the white cloth, and sure enough, Yu Haojie's pale face looked even whiter under the light of the incandescent lamp, his skin was already transparent, his lips were purple, his eyes were closed, and the bloodshot and veins were like the squeaky trunk of an old tree crawling along the contours of his cheeks all over his face, all the way to his forehead.

Su Yawen opened the backpack quickly, the white box opened, more than a dozen knives of all sizes, some thick, some thin, some long and some short, neatly stacked in a row, Su Yawen took on a mask and gloves and pulled out a slender knife from the box, and slowly stabbed it towards the top of Yu Haojie's head.

Although he is a policeman, he is not a newcomer, but looking at Su Yawen's actions, Fang Jun's heart is still timid, this gut-opening and skull-breaking scene at the beginning, he feels goosebumps all over his body when he thinks about it.

Su Yawen fiddled for a while, raised his head and took off his mask.

"How's that?" Fang Jun asked.

"He really has a lot of alcohol in his brain, but this alcohol seems to be impure, I think there is something mixed in it, I need to take it back for testing, although he took a lot of sleeping pills, but most of them are stuck in the throat, only part of it enters the brain, not enough to kill, so I think there is something wrong with this alcohol. ”

Obviously, it was a statement rather than an inquiry, for a layman like Fang Jun, Su Yawen wouldn't say too much if he wanted to, and he packed up his things quickly.

The morgue is not a good place after all, and after staying for a long time, I consciously smelled of corpses, turned off the lights and walked out of the room quickly.

Su Yawen had just closed the door, and suddenly Fang Jun had a spirit, and pulled him to a corner next to him, inexplicably, Su Yawen was about to speak, but he was gagged by the other party, Fang Jun whispered, "Someone." ”

The heel of the shoe made a dull noise against the ground, getting closer and closer.

A white figure appeared at the door of the morgue, looked around, quickly opened the door, and slipped inside.

Fang Jun and Su Yawen were stunned at the same time, looking at each other, "It's her!"