"Are they going to die?"
Chen Xian looked at the dead bodies in surprise, with a slightly heavy expression.
Under such circumstances, Fatty Huo naturally knew the seriousness, so he didn't dare to light them with a flashlight at will. With four oil lamps, he chose to turn off the flashlight to suppress his breathing, and stood cautiously behind Chen Xian.
Chen Xian didn't do anything else, he was always observing with his ability to see things in the dark.
The general situation of the entire square and the details of each corpse, he went through it over and over again in his mind.
There are many differences between these corpses.
Age, appearance, gender, even identity.
But they also have one thing in common.
The state of death is the same for each corpse.
Thin and haggard as a skeleton, as if all the fat in his body had been evaporated, his skin was a strange dark gray color with many conspicuous wrinkles.
On their backs, there is also a wound that seems to have been cut artificially. The cut surfaces on both sides are neat and smooth, from the neck down to the tailbone, revealing a complete spine curve.
Chen Xian was a little confused about what he saw in front of him.
Let's not talk about the doctors and nurses in overalls, just the patients.
Didn't they die in the fire
Chen Xian and Fatty Huo had met their spirit bodies in the corridor before, and each of them looked scorched by the fire. Why can't they be seen from the corpse now
These corpses have no trace of being burned by the fire at all... What the hell is going on
"Can you see clearly?" Fatty Huo asked suddenly.
"Yes." Chen Xian replied, his tone full of doubts, "I'm a bit confused about the cause of their death. It doesn't look like they were burned to death by fire, but they seemed to be killed by people."
"Man-made?" Fatty Huo was taken aback, he didn't expect to hear this answer from Chen Xian's mouth.
"It's possible." Chen Xian said in a low voice, "Their deaths should be related to the wound on their back, and it looks a little bit wrong... Uncle Huo, lend me your flashlight."
Hearing this, Fatty Huo handed the flashlight to Chen Xian without thinking too much.
After turning on the flashlight, Chen Xian didn't dare to keep using the light to observe the same target, but kept shaking it, carefully observing the wounds of these dead bodies with his excellent eyesight.
There was no trace of blood, nor was there any excess body tissue. It seemed that the internal organs had been artificially removed, and the only thing that could be seen was the spine.
And the most conspicuous one is the spine.
"Look, Uncle Huo." As Chen Xian said, he swung the flashlight on the corpse closest to him, but in order to ensure that Fatty Huo could see it, the flashlight stayed on for a longer time than before.
Fatty Huo looked over according to the guidance, only to see a golden strip in the wound on the back of the corpse.
"What the hell?" Fatty Huo asked suspiciously.
"Spine." Chen Xian said in a low voice.
Fatty Huo was stunned for two seconds, and asked, "Golden spine? Did you read it correctly?"
"It's not wrong. Although there is no way to confirm whether it is real gold now, I feel..." Chen Xian nodded, and the doubts in his eyes became more and more serious, "I seem to know where those gold bricks went."
When Fatty Huo was interrogating Hong Jinxi, Hong Jinxi had explained that the Wushan Mental Hospital bought a batch of gold bricks, which was also the source of the whole case. It was that ton of gold bricks that aroused his greed, which led to such a case. eventful.
"You mean that all the gold was used to make their spines?" Fatty Huo asked in surprise.
"It's possible." Chen Xian said in a low voice, and pointed at the corpses in the front row.
Those doctors and nurses, their death conditions are almost the same as those of the patients, but they can't see the golden spine.
"Those doctors died in the same way as the patients. They might have encountered the same thing, but they didn't have this kind of golden spine in their bodies. The bones were the most common color, so I think..." Chen Xian frowned. , analyzed carefully, "Maybe these bones have nothing to do with their deaths, those golden bones may have another function."
"Another effect?" Fatty Huo was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "What effect?"
"It's not clear yet." Chen Xian shook his head.
The reason why the psychiatric hospital replaced patients with pure gold spines must be because of some purpose, and it is impossible to waste money without purpose, but what exactly they want... Chen Xian has not yet figured it out.
"Xiao Chen, do they have something to say when they kneel like this?" Fatty Huo suddenly asked.
In this square, every corpse kneeling on the ground lowered its head, facing the hut in the middle of the square, clasping its hands together as if praying devoutly.
The scene was extremely weird, and the more Fatty Huo looked at it, the more uncertain he became, and he felt so evil.
Amidst the breathing of the group of corpses, Chen Xian looked towards the middle of the square unmoved, as if observing something, and did not answer Fatty Huo's words.
There is a small house about four meters high in the middle of the square.
There seems to be only one floor, and there are no windows outside, only a blackened metal door.
The direction in which these corpses kowtow is facing the hut...
What the hell is in there
Chen Xian thought for a while, and then said: "You wait for me here, I'll go over and have a look."
"Are you going there alone?" Fatty Huo was a little worried.
Chen Xian hummed and said, "It's still not sure whether these corpses are aggressive or not. It's too risky to take you there rashly."
"Be careful." Fatty Huo reminded.
Chen Xian nodded, then held his breath and walked forward slowly.
Regardless of whether the other party is a spirit body or a corpse, if you want not to irritate them, you'd better hold your breath and try your best to keep the yang energy in your body from leaking out.
They are all abnormal beings of the yin attribute, and are extremely sensitive to yang qi particles. Under certain circumstances, let alone breathing, even if you fart inadvertently, there is a risk of irritating them.
There are too many dead bodies here.
To be honest, Chen Xian didn't want to fight them at all. It's not a joke to say that two fists are no match for four hands.
Two or three can handle it, but what about twenty or thirty? What about two or three hundred
Thinking of this group of corpses being stimulated enough to attack the living, Chen Xian felt a little apprehensive, and his mind was full of images of the zombie siege in the movie.
If these corpses were really raised on a large scale, Chen Xian's first choice would be to take Fatty Huo out of here, and this was the only choice.
If he wants to fight with them, Chen Xian may not necessarily die, but Fatty Huo is 100% sure to die.
"Hoo... hoo..."
The sound of breathing in the entire square is very orderly, and the regular tones are almost the same. The further you go, the louder the sound, and the feeling that the atmosphere is becoming more and more oppressive.
Walking among the corpses, Chen Xian gradually discovered many strange details.
The golden spines of these corpses do not have bumps and ups and downs like real bones, but a large area is as smooth as a mirror, with many concave incantations.
The style and structure of the spells are very similar to Taoist spells, but the content is too scribbled, and Chen Xian can't see what these spells are for. After all, he is not a Taoist priest, and he doesn't know much about talismans.
Chen Xian was hesitating whether to walk more slowly, so he took a closer look at the spells, maybe he could find some clues.
But at this moment, a shrill and painful howl suddenly came from the small house in the middle of the square.
"She's going to kill me! Help! Come and save me!"
Not only Chen Xian could hear this voice, but also Fatty Huo, so Fatty Huo was stunned for a moment, full of surprise in his heart, could it be that there are still living people in this place
At this time, Chen Xian was also very surprised, because he could tell that the voice was not from a living person at all, it was so familiar...it was the voice of the dean!
The shrill howls lasted only a few seconds, and soon fell silent, and the house remained in a state of dead silence from beginning to end. The closed door made it impossible to see what was going on inside.
Chen Xian walked out from the crowd of corpses, and stopped outside the hut with extreme vigilance.
Looking at the ordinary little house in front of him, Chen Xian fell into hesitation.
Want to go in and have a look
Chen Xian looked back, a little worried about leaving Fatty Huo outside alone.
But at this moment, a strange mechanical sound suddenly sounded in the room, as if there were many gears and some kind of mechanical device working, and the sound of electric current could be faintly heard.
Before Chen Xian could figure out the situation, the metal door of this hut opened on both sides like an automatic door, and there was no sound during the opening process.
Soon, a white and slender arm stretched out from inside, and gently threw out the "remnant body" of the dean's spiritual body, and threw it in front of Chen Xian like throwing garbage.
"Could it be...she is Patient No. 13?"