The small room was full of old debris, the old windows were covered with a thick layer of dust, and dim light came in.
The room smelled of old decay.
"Sit down..." Dr. Chen limped into the room, took a seat on the sofa full of debris, and said tremblingly, "What do you want to know?"
Ye Jia lowered his eyes and looked at the wrinkled old woman with white hair in front of him, and said slowly: "At the beginning, you were one of the forensic doctors who performed the autopsy on the two corpses, right?"
"Yes," she sighed and said with emotion, "Although it's been a long time, I still clearly remember the first time I saw the corpse... how miserable."
Wife being hacked to death by husband is nothing new to forensic doctors.
However, after so many years in her career, she has only seen a person's belly and entrails chopped into an almost unrecognizable mash, and what it needs is no longer hatred or impulsiveness, but almost madness The patient and attentive - the corpse placed on the autopsy table was completely intact above the shoulders and below the pelvis, without any damage, but below the thoracic spine, it had completely turned into a mixture of broken flesh and broken internal organs. Fragments, the damage was so severe that they couldn't even confirm the cause of the victim's death.
Compared to the other corpse... it was much simpler.
The man's arms and palms were dyed a shocking red with his wife's blood, his fingernails were full of remnants of flesh and blood, a pale and stiff face still had a crazy and weird smile, and a pair of turbid eyes stared hugely, Instinctively, his back was cold, and there was a scarlet wound in the center of his chest. The pale flesh rolled outwards, and no longer bleeding outwards.
It is said that when their only son came home from school, he happened to see the scene of his mother being dismembered.
It is said that the little boy stumbled and fled, but was chased up, so he picked up the fruit knife on the ground in a panic and stabbed his father in the chest.
In the porcelain-white teacup, hot air wafted up, causing a thin layer of mist to cover Dr. Chen's spectacles.
She sighed, stopped talking, put the teacup on the table, took off her glasses, and wiped it slowly with the corner of her clothes.
Ye Jia lowered his eyes and listened quietly.
His eyes fell on the tea water with ripples in front of him, like a pool of water scattered by the rain in the depths of memory.
The thunderstorm roared outside, and the rain poured down.
A pair of light-colored eyes shrank and trembled with fear, despair, and pain, but the pale, cold little hand clenched the handle of the knife without a trace of trembling, and slowly, bit by bit, stabbed the blade into the man's chest, warm Blood poured out of the wound, and instantly dyed his fingers a dazzling scarlet.
The little boy let go.
The man's heavy body collapsed in front of him.
He turned around and walked step by step through the cruel and terrifying room like a hell on earth, the blood pools under his feet making a sticky sound.
He stopped in front of the landline next to him and slowly picked up the microphone, his blood-stained fingers leaving vague fingerprints on the keys.
After a brief busy tone, the call was connected.
There is an alarming sense of reason and composure in the young child's voice;
"Hello, I want to call the police..."
"Two people died... yes, my mom and dad."
"address is… "
With a clang, he put the microphone back in its place.
The little boy turned his head, and then began to tremble uncontrollably.
He stood still in the middle of the blood and corpses, the lightning and torrential rain outside the window, and he was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.
When the police arrived, in the blood-smelling room, the little boy was covered in blood, kneeling in front of his mother's body with his head bowed, his wet hair dripping with rain, and beside him laying a picture of his father's gradually cooling down. Above the corpse, above the heart, a fruit knife sunk into it.
Dr. Chen sighed and said, "Later, the police determined that the child was in self-defense and did not hold him accountable. Unfortunately, the police did not find any other relatives of him, so it seems that he was sent to a foster home..."
She seemed to have thought of something and suddenly stopped talking.
Dr. Chen raised his head to look at Ye Jia, who was sitting opposite, and said a little embarrassedly:
"Well, I'm getting old, and I can't help but ramble on, eh, young man, what was the question you wanted to ask me just now?"
Ye Jia raised his eyes, pursed his lips, and said:
"Excuse me, is there any organ missing in the... female victim's body?"
"This..." Dr. Chen was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect the other party to ask such a question, she frowned slightly, thought about it carefully, and then said: "Because the corpse was damaged too badly at that time. , so I don't really know if there is any organ missing..."
Ye Jia was not surprised by this answer.
After all, even the body that had just died last month, if it wasn't for his little black hands, he wouldn't have been able to notice the lack of a heart in the belly of the body that had been chopped into flesh.
He continued to ask, "Then, did you find anything wrong during the autopsy?"
Dr. Chen's brows furrowed even tighter, as if he was racking his brains to recall: "This... it seems that there is nothing left."
Although he had foreseen the possibility of this outcome, he could not help but feel disappointed.
Ye Jia sighed silently, put the teacup in his hand on the tray, and knocked out a soft sound.
He wrote his cell phone number on a piece of paper, put it on the table, and said:
"If you can remember any details, feel free to contact me."
After speaking, Ye Jia stood up and was about to turn around and leave.
At this moment, Doctor Chen's old voice sounded behind him: "Hey... It seems a little bit strange."
Ye Jia was slightly startled, turned his head and looked behind him.
The wrinkled old woman raised her head and looked at Ye Jia through her spectacles with her cloudy eyes, as if she was caught in a long-term memory: "Well, I remember that on the spine of the corpse, there is a strange The traces... I don't think it could be left by a knife, but there seems to be no other explanation at the time... "
Ye Jia's breathing was slightly stagnant.
He said, "Can you draw it for me?"
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Outside the residential building, the sun is just right, and the warmth is shining on the body, and the cold and rotten atmosphere in the corridor is dissipated in an instant.
Ye Jia lowered his head and stared at the pattern on the piece of paper.
The old man's hand is not stable, the painting is trembling and not well-proportioned, but it is enough for Ye Jia to recognize its appearance.
- That's a very familiar logo.
Occult Authority logo.
His fingers tightened slightly, leaving a wrinkle on the paper.
Ye Jia took a deep breath slowly, but his breath trembled slightly. He gritted his teeth, folded the note a few times, and put it into his pocket.
Then, he took out his mobile phone, called Chen Qingye and Wei Yue Yue who were sent to investigate the other two cases, and said succinctly:
"Pay attention to the spine of the corpse and see if there are any strange marks."
After hanging up the phone, Ye Jia squeezed the phone in his palm.
There was no superfluous expression on his face, as if it was covered with an extremely perfect mask.
Ji Xuan stood beside him, a pair of scarlet eyes drooping slightly, fixedly staring at the young man in front of him.
The two stood silently in silence, as if waiting for something.
After a long time, the mobile phone in the youth's hand suddenly vibrated.
Ye Jia was startled, as if he was awakened, and looked down at the screen of the phone in his palm.
—Wei Yue and Chen Qingye sent him a message respectively.
Most of the corpses have been buried or cremated, and they have not been preserved. However, they looked through the preserved records and found that some forensic autopsy records recorded that there were strange black spots on the spine of the corpse. However, these spots were It doesn't have any effect on the bone, nor is there any pathological lesions, so they just record it without further describing it
There are more than 20 corpses in total, and there are only four such speckle reports.
It may be true that there are only four, but it may also be the negligence of the forensic doctor - after all, the different color patterns on the spine are not the focus of their attention.
Ye Jia clenched the phone tightly.
He fixedly looked not far away, and after a long time, Ye Jia turned his head to look at Ji Xuan and said:
"I'm going to the cemetery."
The corpses of thirty years ago do not need to be cremated. Although the cemetery is very old, it is still very complete. There was a stale earthy smell in the air.
The icy bluestone slabs were covered with dust and covered with moss and weeds, and looked as if they had been left unattended for a long time.
Ye Jia squatted down, raised his hand lightly and pressed it on the tombstone. Under the palm of his hand, the cold slate brought a tactile feeling.
He opened the ghost and pulled out the little black hand.
Xiao Hei held the mobile phone in his arms and was caught off guard: "What are you doing?"
It just saw the final words of "Nether Marriage: The Overbearing Ghost King Falls in Love with Me", and it was forcibly pulled out by Ye Jia.
It said angrily: "Can't you say hello in advance!"
The little black hand with his teeth and claws froze suddenly when he saw Ji Xuan not far away.
Ji Xuan's scarlet eyes swept in this direction without a trace of emotion, and the little black hand was so frightened that he hugged Ye Jia's fingers tightly: "Big Brother, what do you need me for! Just tell me!"
Ye Jia threw it on the tombstone and said, "Go in and have a look."
Little Black Hand: "... ah?"
Ye Jia took a slow deep breath and said, "I remember you told me that in the building where the skinned body was found, you ate the contaminated soul of the girl and then lost your mind, right? ?"
The little black hand twisted: "Yes."
Ye Jia's eyes drooped slightly, and he continued: "You also felt that kind of malice on that corpse whose heart was taken out, didn't you?"
Little Black Hand was a little dazed, but still replied obediently: "Yes."
Ye Jia put his finger on the tombstone in front of him, gently rubbed the cold bluestone surface with his fingertips, and said slowly, "Go and see if the corpse inside is also contaminated. Mark of."
The little black hand made an "oh" sound, then sank down, and disappeared under the soil layer in the blink of an eye.
A few seconds later, its muffled voice came from below the ground: "...No."
Ye Jia was slightly startled.
No
He said, "Look at the spine of the corpse, is there any..."
Before Ye Jia's words were finished, he was interrupted by the little black hand that emerged from under the ground. It swayed and climbed out from under the ground, looked at Ye Jia, and said impatiently:
"Oops! You didn't understand me, I mean, there's nothing down there."
In an instant, Ye Jia was struck by lightning.
He was startled suddenly, and then hurriedly stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the little black hand in front of him like sharp knives, his tone was slightly tight, and he asked sharply:
"What's the meaning?!"
Nothing at all
The little black hand was startled by Ye Jia.
It shook its fingers, as if puzzled by his slightly strange attitude, and continued:
"Yes, there is an empty coffin inside."