Qin Tian is dead?

This kid has something to protect him, even Zheng Qian'er couldn't kill him, he actually died?

"Where are you? I'll go right over. ”

Lin Bao gave me an address, I said goodbye to the old man, took a taxi and went straight to the destination.

The Second People's Hospital of the city.

I stood in the doorway, frowning.

Hospitals, and hospitals.

My impression of the hospital now is a bit post-traumatic.

Even though it's not an abandoned hospital, it still makes me a little uncomfortable.

After smoking a cigarette outside the hospital, I stepped inside.

The one who picked me up was a young nurse with a very young age and a sweet voice.

In a few moments, she led me outside the door of my destination.

I looked up at the big letters at the door, "Morgue"!

The little nurse seemed to be scared of the place, said hello and quickly left.

I can understand, after all, girls.

But I don't care, I've even seen real ghosts, let alone corpses.

There was a knock on the door, and it was a young doctor with a mask and a hood.

Looking at the eyebrows, he is about twenty years old, and he should have just graduated.

He was very polite and let me in.

As soon as I walked into the morgue, the cold breath made me feel comfortable, and I couldn't help but stretch.

The young doctor looked at me like a neuropath.

After all, when you arrive in this place, normal people's nerves are tense, who will relax and stretch their waists?

When I turned my head, there were two policemen standing next to me, and they looked at me suspiciously, as if they didn't know why an ordinary person was here.

Fortunately, Lin Bao came over to pick me up and relieved me.

"Dr. Lin."

The young doctor immediately shouted, very respectfully.

Lin Bao nodded, waved him to leave, nodded to the two policemen, and signaled that I was my own person, and then gave me a set of protective clothes and pulled me into the dissection room.

The morgue and the dissection room are connected, with an inner door in the middle.

Lin Bao raised an eyebrow at me, and glanced up slightly.

I immediately realized that there should be a monitor on the top of my head, so I should be careful when I speak.

Lin Bao is a servant, starting from his ancestors and passed down from generation to generation.

This profession is called forensic medicine in modern times.

But there are some differences.

Compared with forensic medicine that follows science, he can deal with some things related to gods and ghosts by relying on the secret methods that have been handed down.

Since Song Ci of the Song Dynasty compiled the "Collection of Records of Clearing Grievances" and promulgated it throughout the country, it became a formal profession.

However, with the change of times, there are fewer and fewer people in this industry.

Except for Lin Bao, who has been passed down from generation to generation, the others have basically disappeared.

Therefore, a talent like Lin Bao is very valuable, after all, there are always some things that are difficult to explain by science and need to be done to find out.

Every time he makes a move, he has a decent income.

This is the reason why Lin Bao can live so nourishingly without doing anything every day, only asking his sister.

Of course, the contacts in this line are also very wide, so I am the most relieved to leave everything to Lin Bao to investigate.

Since Lin Bao appeared here, it proved that there must be something strange about this Qin Tian's death, otherwise he would not have been allowed to make a move.

Walking into the dissection room, I was stunned.

Except for Qin Tian, there were more than a dozen corpses waiting to be dissected in the room, and the death was almost the same, which made people's scalps tingle.

"These bodies were dug up from under the abandoned hospital in the old town."

Lin Bao briefly told me what happened.

Although I am the person concerned, it is better to try to dissociate the relationship.

It doesn't matter if you tell the truth to Lin Bao, but here you are being monitored.

Once you find out that I have something to do with it, it's hard to explain.

Can I still tell the police that I was there to catch ghosts?

Who can believe it.

They are very fast, and they have basically checked the matter, and the only thing that people can't figure out is the dozen or so corpses here.

I took a brief look.

Those who died before me are not here.

The corpses that were killed by the female ghost, the cause of death had been deduced by Lin Bao and dealt with.

The only thing that made Lin Bao puzzled was the dozen or so corpses in front of him.

If you can't deduce it, you can only keep it for autopsy and investigation.

It just so happened that there was someone I wanted to check before, so Lin Bao called me to come and see if I had any good ideas.

Qin Tian was already dead at this time.

He was lying on the dissecting table, his eyes closed, and his body was covered with scratches.

I guess it was the one who jumped from the upper floor and was scratched by the trees in the flower bed.

Other than that, there were no obvious wounds, let alone traces of ghosts.

I wasn't in a hurry, and I looked at the dozen or so corpses before I realized that something was wrong.

The skin of these corpses is faintly black.

I immediately turned my head to look at Lin Bao.

Lin Bao understood: "You say, I'll do it." ”

Returning to Qin Tian's side, I asked Lin Bao to cut his arm.

Sure enough, a resentment flowed out of his body.

I winked at Lin Bao, and he took out a pill from his pocket and swallowed it in his mouth.

Looking at Qin Tian's corpse again, his eyes lit up, and then he nodded at me.

I spun around, walked in front of Qin Tian, and pointed to the top of his head.

Lin Bao didn't have the slightest doubt, and immediately took out a craniotomy saw and directly slapped Qin Tian's head.

The cranial cavity was full of black resentment, and a huge ball of flesh was entrenched here.

The resentment on the corpse is being sent to this meat ball, and half of the meat ball has been dyed black by the resentment.

Lin Bao pushed away the meat ball and lowered his head to probe Qin Tian's cranial cavity.

"Tooth marks."

Lin Bao pointed to the traces on the inside of the cranial cavity, and the two simple words sent chills down my spine.

Qin Tian's brain was eaten!

Why did someone replace their brains with meat balls?

What is the intention of these meat balls to be nourished by resentment?

I couldn't figure it out.

It couldn't have been done by the two ghosts I saw.

The devil has no leisure to do these things.

Only people will.

It occurred to me that the figure on the roof of the hospital that day.

I shuddered.

That underground gambling arena seems to be more complicated than I thought.

Lin Bao took out the meat ball, cut it and studied it for a long time, but there was nothing to gain.

He gave me an inquiring look, and I shook my head.

Lin Bao was already a little tired, he took me out of the dissection room, cleaned it, and I walked outside.

My mind was a little confused.

Qin Tianneng appeared there, proving that either he placed a bet or that he had something to do with the casino.

And who is the person who appeared on the top floor of the hospital?

"Dr. Lin, I'll go back first."

The intern was already standing in the doorway before us, taking off his mask.

He smiled and waved at us, then closed the door to the morgue.

The moment the door closed, I saw clearly.

The teeth he showed when he grinned were stained with black resentment!