Chapter 221

Sun Jian looked out the window of the corridor, it was a black hole at night, the city in the distance was still brightly lit, only the courtyard of this police station disappeared into the darkness, like a black hole in the city.

There was a dull sound from the morgue at the end of the corridor, and Sun Jian shivered, it was a bit like the sound of the forensic doctor pushing the dead out in the past, but it was a little different.

Sun Jian remembered that this kid couldn't be more than twenty years old if he said more, how could it be a policeman, if he took advantage of the power outage to steal the body, he was fooled and stood stupidly like a fool, and he was seen by the leader in the surveillance when he turned around, and he couldn't explain it.

The thought poured down his spine like a bucket of ice water, and he snapped back to his senses and shivered, as if he had peed his pants on a winter night.

Sun Jian walked through the corridor in a panic, and he couldn't walk for a long time in a short corridor, and every time he tried to pull up a leg, his legs and feet were as heavy as in a nightmare. Sun Jian didn't think too much about it, he was a simple-minded person for most of his life, and he didn't use his brain since he graduated from school, and now it's a good thing. He focused all his attention on his legs, and scrambled his feet to the end of the corridor as if he were in a swamp.

The more he competed, the more panicked he became, and he was in a trance as if he was really in a dream. He hesitated for a moment, he didn't fall asleep watching the live broadcast, right? As soon as he thought of this, he raised his hand and gave himself a mouthful. There was a crisp sound, his cheeks were swollen and painful, there was still a corridor in front of him, and his heart was a little more happy, and it didn't feel like a dream when it hurt like this. He gritted his teeth and made every effort to finish the last two steps.

There was a constant sound of stumbling from the morgue, and he gritted his teeth to eliminate the distraction, and was bent on opening the door in front of him. He stretched out his hand and held it on the doorknob, the metal doorknob was a little cold, and the cold and slippery touch in the palm of his hand was clearly imprinted into his heart for some reason, and became the clearest beacon in his messy mind.

The gatekeeper pulled the door open, and the wind outside blew into the morgue, which was filled with the smell of disinfectant and antiseptics, and blew the hair of the female corpse.

Sun Jian trembled, his teeth chattering together. The dead woman stood on the ground, wrapped in a shroud, with only a young face exposed. She closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly, as if listening to something, but her face was already the blue and white of the dead, and the corpse spots were beginning to eat away at the beautiful face.

"Hey."

The dead young woman smiled at him, he knew it must be a hallucination, but suddenly the white shroud moved. He grew his mouth and screamed silently, too frightened to make a sound. The woman's arms were raised under the shroud and waved at him like a terrifying marionette beckoning to him.

His knees bent to the ground, and he stared at the woman desperately, his knees slamming into the hard, cold ground. It's not good, he said to himself, he knelt down in fright, this is not good, he definitely can't stand up, he can't run.

"Hey, I'm over here." The voice said again.

Sun Jian turned his neck stiffly, his eyes did not dare to leave the female corpse, and he only dared to use his peripheral vision to check the surroundings. Glancing at the faces of the living, he was stunned and ventured to look again.

It was the young man, and he almost forgot that he had come in to arrest the young man.

"You," he cried out in a hoarse voice, and the big boy sat on a chair, which he recognized, the folding chair that had been placed in the room, and which he had pulled into the middle of the room. Now that he came back to his senses, he realized that the boy was sitting in front of the female corpse, but when he entered the room, his attention was drawn to the female corpse. Now that I think about it, those two sentences just now were all spoken by boys, not women's voices.

As if to confirm his suspicions, the boy looked at him helplessly and said, "Hey, I've called you a few times." How did you get here? Is the will so strong? ”

He was speechless. The boy was not afraid, not even nervous, he sat down in his chair with ease, and at best his face was a little sad, and the look was very inconsistent with his childish face. As he spoke, the boy's face turned to the female corpse again, "I didn't want you to come in, I didn't mean to frighten you." I'm just here to identify the body, and it's inconvenient to go through regular channels during the day. ”

"You" he knelt on the ground, his legs too heavy to stand up, unable to speak, he raised his trembling arm and pointed at the corpse, hoping that the boy would understand what he meant.

"Oh," the boy nodded understandingly, "you see you can't ask me to take out the body myself, can you?" I'm still so old that I haven't touched a corpse, and I can't get my hands dirty. ”

He still couldn't understand what the boy was talking about, but his years of listening to voices still helped him a little, and this young man was able to call the corpse out on his own? He's a corpse chaser? A modern-day corpse chaser?

"I'm not a modern-day corpse chaser." The boy suddenly spoke his thoughts.

He finally let out a scream, and he couldn't tell which was more terrifying to see the corpse or this moment.

The boy didn't answer, he looked at the female corpse, raised his hand and made a whirling gesture. As if there was an invisible tug, the female corpse also turned slightly at an angle, and the boy carefully observed the corpse.

He thought of what the boy had said, that he had come to identify the body, and although it was in a strange way, his behavior did look like he was identifying the body.

"I'm here to identify the body to be sure of one thing." The boy said suddenly, startling him again, and heard the boy continue, "Now it seems that there is more than one thing I can be sure of. ”

He thought that a teenager who could be so awesome should be more conceited, and these words should be like bragging, but the sorrow that the boy said, he felt that the child seemed to be about to cry.

Suddenly a sharp cat meow sounded in the room, so frightened that he almost urinated, and the boy jerked up from his chair, and at that moment his whole body tensed, as if he were facing a great enemy. He sat down on the ground completely, and a black ball of fur jumped out of the boy's arms and jumped onto his shoulder. He recognized in a trance that it was a black cat, and the cat stood on the young man's shoulder, and barked twice.

Almost at the same time, the chill pierced through his spine and heart at the same time, and his teeth trembled again, as if the breath of despair that blew from the graveyard engulfed him, and he seemed to be thrown into hell in despair. If he really wanted to cheat the corpse, he was sure that it was this moment.