After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

Chapter 39

The sanatorium in the night was extremely quiet, and one of the windows was not closed tightly, and the cold wind with rain was blown into the narrow corridor, making a desolate whimpering sound.

The small side door at the end of the corridor was unlocked and creaked.

Fu Wenyuan pushed open the door without any scruples, and pulled Ye Rong into the room.

In the empty room lay a cot, on which lay the body dug up from the woods that morning.

The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, and the dim incandescent lamp was on overhead, flickering on and off.

The corpse should have been there for some time, and it had been rained again, and the unpleasant smell of decay spread throughout the room.

Ye Rong put on a mask and disposable gloves, clasped his palms together and silently said sorry countless times in his heart.

They need to determine the identity of the deceased as soon as possible so that they can help find some clues. Otherwise, the corpse will be highly decomposed and it will be difficult to deal with it when the police come.

Fu Wenyuan stepped forward and gently lifted the white cloth covering her body, covering part of her body, only her head and limbs were exposed.

Her scorched black legs could no longer see anything, but Ye Rong saw deep scratches on her wrists and neck, the skin and flesh were turned out and festered into pieces.

"This is..." Ye Rong looked at the strange scar and asked.

I saw Fu Wenyuan staring at the deep and visible bone scar, and there seemed to be a flash of red light in his eyes. He put his gloved fingers on the wound on his wrist, and carefully touched the dark black cold skin to his elbow. nest.

The more places he touched, the more intense the crimson in his eyes. He seemed to be able to hear the girl's helpless and desperate cry, and saw the knife blade cut the skin, and finally the blood splashed on the broken earth wall.

He slowly let go of his hand, and his eyes, which were different from ordinary people, returned to their original state. He said with a serious expression: "It was bloodletting, when she was still alive."

Ye Rong was startled, he couldn't imagine how much it hurt, and he couldn't imagine who would kill such a weak girl so cruelly, he couldn't help but feel distressed, "Why, why..."

Fu Wenyuan frowned again to observe, his eyes scanned the corpse back and forth, and he found a hemp rope that was melted by the fire and almost connected with the flesh at the girl's ankle, tied to her ankle like an animal.

Fu Wenyuan had a guess in an instant, but he was so used to seeing life and death that he felt a strong discomfort, and then said: "Rongrong, do you know that in some places, animals are used for sacrifices, and they will hold those animals tightly tied up, sacrificed blood to the gods, and burned them on the altar after death."

Ye Rong looked at him in disbelief, then turned his head to look at the girl's terrifying body. Hearing the implication in his words, he suddenly felt his scalp tingle, and for a long time, he squeezed out a sentence with difficulty in his throat: " You mean, she...she was..."

Fu Wenyuan held him steady, shook his head and said, "I'm not sure either, it's just a guess."

Having said that, when Ye Rong thinks of this possibility, his stomach churns, feeling disgusted by the cruelty and absurdity of human nature.

The thick black hair of the girl on the bed was scattered on both sides, exposing her face. If there were no corpse spots and all kinds of filth, Ye Rong guessed that she would be a smart and cute girl. His eyes are full of simplicity and sincerity, and he is shy but very enthusiastic when talking to people.

Ye Rong paused suddenly after thinking like this, the familiar feeling came again.

He looked at the girl's side face that would be peaceful forever, familiar or unfamiliar faces kept appearing and sinking in his memory, and the answer in his heart was about to come out.

He took a step back and grabbed Fu Wenyuan's hand, muttering: "Her, this child, do you feel that she and..."

But before Ye Rong could finish his words, a scream that was hoarse than in the morning pierced the silence in the depths of the night.

There was a fire in the backyard of the nursing home, where they kept emergency supplies and props for that statue.

The raging fire burned several carts of supplies in the warehouse. Almost the entire crew woke up from their dreams and hurried over, but no one dared to step forward to fight the fire.

Because they were shocked by the scene before them.

The man covered in fire screamed in the heavy rain while twisting his burning limbs, as if he was dancing a weird and horrific dance, and finally knelt down in front of the statue like being bewitched, as if Confessing, praying, and letting the fire consume him motionless.

The shrill screams made people tremble, but the heavy rain that was about to drown everything failed to extinguish the growing flames on his body.

"Han Jing, it's Han Jing..." Kong Chensheng, who was standing next to Ye Rong and was also attracted by the scream, said this suddenly.

Ye Rong, who was also familiar with the script, couldn't help but shudder, as if the unquenchable flame in the distance also ignited his eyes in an instant.

The way this person died was very similar to the first person Han Jing killed in the story, even the posture of bowing to the god statue at the end was exactly the same.

For a moment, almost everyone seemed to be in the play, not knowing whether they were in the play or outside the play.

Suddenly, a silver dragon-like lightning hovered over the clouds, illuminating people's faces with different expressions, and then there was a loud thunder, and everyone suddenly woke up like a dream.

So some people shouted in surprise one after another, "Save people! Save people!"