Slide 754
In the room, Ning Shu and Mei Ziqing calmed down. The other girls hugged each other, frightened.
Ning Shu took out a notebook and pen from his bedside bag, and recorded the situation of the deceased.
Name and symptoms of death, see if there are any clues.
Ning Shu observed carefully and found that there was a name engraved on the brush,'Pan Chen'.
He is a boy from the Chinese Painting Club.
The boy entered the girl’s room. How did he get in? The door is locked and cannot be opened from the outside, or is there an accomplice in the room
She didn't struggle when the brush was inserted into the eyeball of the deceased, and the sheets were not messy, which does not rule out that someone sorted it out afterwards.
There was no movement, and none of the six girls in this room heard any movement.
Sleeping so soundly
Ning Shu sniffed his nose. Could there be some ecstasy in this room
Or maybe it was drugged.
Mei Ziqing shook her head towards Ning Shu.
'Peng, Peng, Peng..." Knocking on the door sounded one after another.
"What's going on, open the door." There was a noisy voice outside the door.
Mei Ziqing was about to open the door, Ning Shu said quickly: "Wait a minute, I haven't put on pants yet."
Ning Shu put on his pants.
Mei Ziqing opened the door and swarms of young students swarmed in. When they saw the people killed by the brush, they paled with fright, and the girls screamed.
Walking in the front was a handsome-faced boy. Although he was afraid of seeing this situation, he was more calm than the others.
This person is Fan Junyang, the president who proposed to come here this time.
"Dead, dead..."
"too horrible."
More than 30 people were stuck in this room, but the place close to the Kang was very empty. Everyone dared not approach the place of the dead.
"The tutor is here."
The uncle in a black windbreaker walked in, walked to the side of the corpse, put on medical gloves, and pulled out the brush from his eyeball.
When it was pulled out, he brought some blood stains and splashed on Ning Shu who was staying beside the corpse.
Ning Shu:...
The uncle looked at the problem, saw Pan Chen's name, and asked faintly: "Who is Pan Chen."
"I..." a fair-skinned boy who looked at the delicate and weak stammer said, "I didn't kill anyone."
The uncle of the school doctor twisted the tip of the brush, and finally drew a needle in the pen. The uncle squinted his eyes to measure the needle.
Ning Shu recorded this situation. The needle was just an ordinary embroidery needle.
The uncle glanced at Ning Shu's notebook and said nothing.
"I really didn't kill anyone, it's not me." Pan Chen shook his head quickly, "Everyone puts together the tools for painting. Anyone can get it, just get mine."
Pan Chen blushed and kept defending.
He didn't even dare to see the dead body on the kang.
The uncle said lightly: "Bring the corpse down."
At the sound of moving the corpse, everyone scrambled out of the room with fear.
"Move away." Uncle Chao said to Ning Shu, who was also about to run.
"→_→I am a girl and can't move." Ning Shu said.
The uncle took off the blood-stained gloves, threw it out the window, turned and left the room.
Ning Shu:...
Why is she always hurt.
Ning Shu carried the corpse downstairs with difficulty, it was really frightening to carry a dead person like this.
Ning Shu also overestimated herself a little. This body hadn't practiced peerless martial arts and had little strength. When it was carried to the yard, she was already too tired to breathe.
The snow on the ground has flooded the calves, and the sky is stepping on the snow, so they can't walk at all, and the car can't drive.
Why do you die like this? If you don’t die, you won’t die.
The corpse was placed at the foot of the yard with difficulty. This girl was wearing a thick silk cotton pajamas. She was poked black in her eyes, and the other one opened very wide, very frightening.
Ning Shu thought for a while and wanted to untie her clothes to check if there were any other wounds on her body.
"Are you a pig?" The uncle's voice sounded from behind, "I just asked you to carry it down, but didn't let you carry it into the yard."
"Such a heavy snow will cover up the corpse, at least I have to wait for it to be dissected before throwing it out."
Ning Shu:...
Ning Shu feels helpless, obviously he didn't make it clear, okay
If you don't get the corpse out, should you put the corpse at home and sleep with the corpse
Ning Shu carried the body on his shoulders again and carried it into the hall.
The hall is very simple, just a table, the table is made up of several wooden boards, and four long benches. Many people have no choice but to stand.
Seeing that Ning Shu carried the corpse back again, he repeatedly said, "Don't put it here, we are afraid."
Many girls were so frightened that they cried.
Ning Shu couldn't stand up straight, and moved a hundred kilograms from the upper floor, into the courtyard and back to the hall.
So tired.
"Tutor, what should we do? Or call the police." said Uncle Fan Junyangchao, president of the Chinese Painting Society, his face pale and his pupils trembling.
Obviously holding on.
"Now that the mountain is covered by heavy snow, even if the police may not be able to come in, the signal here is not good, and the phone can't get through." A beautiful girl said, looking at the uncle, "Tutor, what do you say?"
The uncle helped his glasses, "Would you like to feed me to your mouth if you want to eat?"
The girl's face suddenly flushed, and she couldn't help saying: "Tutor, it's me."
The uncle was expressionless.
Ning Shu looked at this beautiful girl, probably the super tasker, entering this body, and even the charm of this physical temperament has improved a lot.
Many boys looked at her, but she looked at the school doctor uncle.
"Put the corpse on the table." The uncle said to Ning Shu.
Ning Shu: Why is it me again
Treating her as a girl as a coolie, how can so many people in the house direct her.
"I'll do it." A boy stood up and moved the corpse on the ground onto the wooden table.
"Thank you." Ning Shu thanked.
"No, you and I met." The boy smiled slightly.
Nima, the cliff is Zhang Jiasen.
The uncle used medical scissors on the clothes on the corpse, showing pale skin, naked, showing two plump masses.
Some boys couldn't help blushing, peeking with their eyes slanted, but it was another corpse, not to mention the entanglement.
The uncle was holding a silver scalpel, cutting the skin from the chin of the corpse, and a straight line reached the crotch of the corpse.
The uncles were all wearing gloves on their hands, pulling one side of the flesh with one hand, and peeled the skin with a tear. The red and bloody ribs and internal organs clearly appeared in front of everyone.
Everyone:...
"Oh..."
Some people rushed upstairs in fright, vomiting wildly.
Ning Shu's eyelids jumped wildly, this girl is still so fierce.
Everyone else entered into other people's bodies. This guy actually appeared like this and became a tutor of traditional Chinese painting.
These members are still convinced that this is a mentor, which mentor is so aggressive that he doesn't care for the students at all
(End of this chapter)