Chapter 220

There was a gust of wind outside the window, and in the window was a small duty room, the lights were white, because of the relationship between the autopsy room and the morgue, and the air here was also filled with a faint smell of disinfectant water.

Sun Jian was in such a place, crooked, watching the live broadcast of the beauty with his mobile phone with unlimited traffic.

Sun Jian is just over 30 years old, he is not a forensic doctor, and he was originally a graduate of the police academy, but he has no passion for work, and he has several accidents when he is careless and passive, and he was almost kicked out of the police force. However, being kicked into the portal of the security department by the boss is not much different from being directly expelled from the police force.

However, he didn't think about it in vain in this police academy, or it should be said that people always have three or two advantages, and Sun Jian's advantage is that he is not afraid of the dead. On the first day he joined the police force, he caught up with the vicious murder incident, and most of the police officers were temporarily transferred to the field, and he saw the bloody corpse as soon as he graduated, and he was fortunate to be the only one of the new police officers who did not vomit on the spot.

The old leaders at that time also placed a lot of hopes on him, thinking that he was something that could be created. As it turned out, it wasn't like that at all. For Sun Jian himself, he was also a little depressed at first, but later realized that only the corpse was the most compatible with him, and the living were much more annoying.

To put it bluntly, Sun Jian just doesn't care, he doesn't care about his career, he doesn't care about his work, he doesn't care about the quality of life, and he doesn't care if the dead are bad luck. If you want to say that he is afraid of ghosts, hey, he doesn't have the kung fu and mental head to imagine.

But tonight, for the first time, he thought it was a little weird. It's not good, and it's going to affect his career. The old man who used to work here said that once one day you start to be afraid of ghosts, everything is over. To do it in this place, to be suspicious is to drag yourself to death.

First, he felt a gust of wind blowing from behind him, which made his spine cold and the back of his neck numb. At this time, the doors and windows here were closed, and although he was too lazy to move, he still checked again and again whether the air conditioner was turned on by anyone. However, he stood up and moved a few times, and the wind seemed to be gone, and as soon as he sat down, the wind blew out of the solid wall behind him.

That's impossible, he was really lazy to stand up and watch it again, he watched the live broadcast intently, and sure enough, the illusion of a wind blowing disappeared.

But the good times didn't last long, and after a while he felt that he had caught a glimpse of something. He wasn't too lazy to turn his neck, but it took a lot of willpower for him to take his eyes off his broken phone for a thousand dollars. Sun Jian looked out the window, there was nothing, no ghosts, and no people, very good.

He turned his head, only to find that his attention could no longer be on his phone, and he was sluggish to realize that something was wrong. It's true that he didn't see anything, but because he didn't see anything, something was wrong.

He put down his phone and got up and walked to the window, which was still dark. The office building in front of it, where people had been working overtime lately, disappeared into the night, along with the sentry at the door, and there was no light in the entire police station, except for the forensic area where he was.

It may be a power outage, Sun Jian turned around and picked up his mobile phone, at this time, he must not let go of the mobile phone, maybe the next power outage area is on his side, without a mobile phone, he is really blind.

I just don't know how much power is left in the phone, if the power outage is too long, it doesn't matter what happens to the morgue, anyway, the dead person will not die again, but he, the living person, will not be able to charge the phone. If he can't watch videos without live broadcasts, what else can he do? Thinking of this, he immediately pressed the big button of the mobile phone, wanting to check the battery level of the mobile phone, but the screen of the mobile phone did not light up.

He was a little anxious, and pressed it a few more times, but the phone was as unresponsive as if he had died suddenly. He pressed it a few times and tried to restart it, trying back and forth several times to no avail. He held his phone in a daze, his heart was empty, and he didn't know what to do, as if he had a withdrawal reaction. Even the sound of footsteps outside the door didn't attract his attention too much, and he was only irritable.

The door was pushed open in front of him, and Sun Jian looked up in confusion, who came here so late? There's a new corpse coming? He heard a cat meow in a trance, and remembered that he had vaguely heard someone say that the appearance of a cat in the morgue was unlucky among the unlucky. That was probably true, for he had been here for almost ten years, and had never heard a cat bark, nor seen a wild cat approaching here.

He suddenly remembered that this place was not haunted. Who said that the public government yamen has been full of evil since the beginning, and there has been no haunting in this place from ancient times to the present. So he didn't have time to think about it, his brain, which he hadn't used much for almost ten years, was running sluggishly, and before he could get the result, the door was pushed open, and a half-sized man suddenly appeared at the door.

Sun Jian looked at the young man at the door in a daze, he was really a very beautiful big boy, about nineteen years old, with dark and heroic eyebrows, a high nose, big and bright eyes, and a clear and gentle look. Although he didn't smile, that face looked like he was used to laughing, with an air of innocence. His hair was a little messy, the ends of his head were ridged in all directions, and a fat jacket was haphazardly draped over his shirt. He seems to be the most popular sports healthy teenager in the school.

"Hey." The visitor said, glancing at him, as if judging that he was not an obstacle, "Stay there." ”

"What," Sun Jian said blankly, and the young man rushed in and grabbed a dozen papers on his desk and rummaged through them.

"Who are you?" Sun Jian asked, suddenly vaguely feeling that this question was not important, and he changed his tone and asked, "What are you looking for?" ”

"Where is the female corpse that was brought in this afternoon? Where is the record? ”

Sun Jian vaguely understood what he was asking, he suddenly threw away the documents in his hand, turned to the east side of the filing cabinet where the registration documents were placed, opened the filing cabinet without raising his head, and accurately found the registration book.

"The autopsy is done?"

He was startled, and the boy suddenly threw the register back into the filing cabinet with a sudden "whoosh", grabbed a key at his desk, turned around and walked out of the duty room, and went straight to the morgue, as if he were the owner of the place.

Sun Jian stood confused for a while, and gradually his heart became clearer, he walked slowly to the door, and hesitantly walked into the gloomy corridor. The boy's back paused for a moment at the door of the morgue at the end of the hallway, and with a screech, the door was fully opened.