"You kid, you are so beautiful. Just go to www to read novels.

Fang Jun just rolled his eyes. Don't look at Su Yawen who looks like a weak scholar every day. In fact, he is simply a "dressed beast" with different appearances. He is unreasonable and unforgiving. His mouth is enough to make people want to live but not die.

cannot.

Too lazy to argue, the two had a verbal spat, but Fang Jun didn't win.

According to the regulations of the bureau, in order to facilitate inspection at any time, the body of the deceased in the crime will not be placed in the civilian morgue. Instead, it will be placed in a dedicated room, three floors underground. Fang Jun does not feel tight.

took off his own clothes.

In order to ensure the freshness of the corpse, constant temperature preservation is a necessary means. The air-conditioning in the house makes people not feel trembling. Before opening the door, Fang Jun has faintly smelled an inexplicable rotten smell, although it does not come two times at a time.

times, but Fang Jun still didn't get used to it.[

On the other hand, Su Yawen on the other side didn't take it seriously, opened the door directly, and walked in.

The incandescent lamp on the roof was turned on, and the originally dark room was suddenly enveloped in cold white light.

Since the number of corpses involved in the crime is relatively small, this morgue is obviously much smaller than the civilian ones. You can see at a glance that there are more than a dozen iron beds arranged in sequence, some are empty, some are covered with white cloth, and the corpses are motionless.

lying in a small space under a white cloth.

Fang Jun glanced at the nameplate on the wall, "It's bed number 18."

Su Yawen walked over and untied the white cloth. Sure enough, Yu Haojie's pale face looked even paler under the light of the incandescent lamp. His skin was already several times transparent, his lips were purple, his eyes were tightly closed, and his bloodshot eyes and veins were like the creaking trunks of old trees.

It spreads all over the face along the contours of the cheeks, all the way to the forehead.

Su Yawen quickly opened the backpack, and the white box was opened. There were more than a dozen knives, large and small, thick, thin, long, and short, neatly arranged in a row. Su Yawen put on a mask and gloves and took out a thin knife from the box.

The long blade slowly stabbed Yu Junjie's head.

Although he was a policeman and not a new arrival, Fang Jun still felt timid after seeing Su Yawen's actions. Thinking about this scene of gut-wrenching and skull-breaking, he felt goosebumps all over his body just thinking about it.

Su Yawen fiddled with it for a while, then raised his head and took off the mask.

"How is it?" Fang Jun asked.

"There is indeed a large amount of alcohol in his brain, but the alcohol seems 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, most of them were stuck in his throat. Only

Part of it entered the brain, but it was not fatal, so I think there is something wrong with the alcohol."

It was obviously a statement rather than a question. For a layman like Fang Jun, Su Yawen didn't want to say too much and packed up his things quickly.

After all, the morgue is not a good place. After staying there for a long time, I felt that my body smelled of corpses, so I turned off the lights and walked out of the room quickly.

As soon as Su Yawen closed the door, Fang Jun suddenly got excited and pulled him to a corner nearby. Inexplicably, Su Yawen was about to speak, but was blocked by the other party. Fang Jun whispered, "There is someone."

The heels of the shoes scraped against the ground, making a dull sound, getting closer and closer.

A white figure appeared at the door of the morgue, looked around, quickly opened the door, and got in.
Chapter completed!