Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 179: Blood of the Dead

Chapter 179 Blood of the Dead

"At first I didn't pay attention, thinking that something was wrong with the teacher's family. But in the afternoon, I realized that something was wrong. The teacher's phone couldn't be reached. I didn't know until I went to the Academic Affairs Office to ask for leave. She didn't even leave a word or a note."

Zhang Jiaqi told me about Liu Xuan's abnormal behavior in the days before and after her disappearance. All the causes seemed to revolve around the closed West Campus. In order to find out the reason, she sneaked into the campus late at night to investigate.

"Why don't you ask the security guards to go with you?" I looked at the girl in front of me, she was in her early twenties at most, and she was just a student.

"Those **** can't count on it at all. When they hear about the west campus, they are like hiding from the plague god. They don't dare to approach the west wall when they patrol on weekdays."

There must be a reason for the security guards to be so scared. Following Zhang Jiaqi's tone, I asked, "What happened in the west campus of your school? Why is the entire campus blocked?"

"I don't know the specifics, I just heard Teacher Liu say it by accident." Zhang Jiaqi smiled mysteriously, and put on a strange expression: "Five years ago, a few corpses were lost in the West Campus. These corpses were found in various corners of the compound, but most of them were brutally dismembered."

"At that time, the school suspected that this was a serious prank by a certain student, so it sent a security guard to guard in the middle of the night. As a result, one night a few days later, the security guard who was guarding was killed strangely. , and another fresh corpse that was just pulled into the dissection room from the outside was lying there."

"According to the investigation by the police at the time, the only thing capable of committing crimes at the scene was the corpse." Zhang Jiaqi approached me, put the mobile phone on her chest, and the cold light shone on her face. She made a grimace, It feels like a dead person who has just been fished out of the pond.

"Isn't it scary to kill corpses? They are materials that are quietly placed in bottles and cans during the day, allowing students to cut and cut them, but at night, they turn into cold killers, imposing The pain on my body will be returned ten times and a hundred times."

I was terrified by what she said, but I remained calm on the surface: "If corpses know how to get angry and take revenge, then they can't be called corpses. Dead people have no emotions."

I gently pushed Zhang Jiaqi away, getting too close to the girl always made me feel a little tight in my chest.

"That's not necessarily true." She smiled mischievously, and took her mobile phone to look at the road: "There are four underground mortuaries in the West Campus, corresponding to different majors. I have already seen here, let's go to other places."

I nodded, holding the black suitcase with one hand, and was about to go out with her, when suddenly a low-pitched cell phone rang from the laboratory behind me.

Flute and cornet, this is a symphony full of complex emotions.

"Your phone is ringing, don't you need to check it?" I turned my head to stare at the light in the sink of the morgue, and the name on the caller ID was somewhat familiar.

"No need, we can't take it out anyway, let's hurry to the next place." She rarely showed panic and a trace of imperceptible fear.

Using my eyes to see the name on the caller ID, my heart was shocked, and I coughed twice to hide the expression on my face: "Let's go, this formalin smells really strong, I don't know you medical students How to bear it."

Controlling the facial muscles, my expression quickly returned to normal, and I said casually: "Your phone ringtone is very special, it sounds like a symphony."

"Mahler's Second Symphony "Resurrection" is incomprehensible to most people." Zhang Jiaqi closed the sliding door and walked outside.

"Resurrection?" I looked at the thick sliding door, and a heavy and depressing melody was coming from the door.

Come out of the basement, Zhang Jiaqi and I walked side by side on the steps, the bright light of the mobile phone shone in front of us, and we soon reached the corridor on the first floor.

"Wait!" I reached out to stop Zhang Jiaqi and asked her to turn off her phone first.

"What's wrong?" She also looked nervous, turned off her phone, and hid in the dark.

I bent down and looked towards the middle of the corridor. At the corner, there was a black shadow standing quietly.

"Can you stop being surprised? It's just a model, I stood in the middle of the road on purpose." Zhang Jiaqi gave me a **** and was about to get up.

"Don't move." I grabbed her wrist, telling her not to be impulsive: "When I came, I laid the model flat on the side of the road, and now it stands in the middle again. I didn't do it, it means there are other people in the building."

"Are you sure?" Zhang Jiaqi whispered: "Impossible, it's not the first time I've been here, and I've never met anyone else."

"If you do, I guess your fate will be the same as your teacher's." As if pointing something, I didn't say it clearly: "Did you come in through the window at the back of the laboratory building?"

Zhang Jiaqi didn't understand what I meant, so she answered honestly: "That's right."

I stretched out my hand to compare her shoes, which were exactly twenty-nine centimeters: "When I came in, I found a shoe print and a footprint on the ground. The shoe print should be left by you, and the footprint was left by another person." Next."

"Footprints? What do you mean? Does he have no shoes?"

The question that Zhang Jiaqi raised unintentionally brought up this question again, and I couldn't understand why the other party didn't wear shoes.

"Did you read it wrong?" Zhang Jiaqi tilted her head, her face seemed to be paler than before: "In this building, only corpses don't wear shoes."

Before she finished speaking, there was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground in the corridor, as if someone dropped a bag of wheat flour from a high place.

"Who is it?" Zhang Jiaqi and I looked at each other, turned on the mobile phone and walked along the corridor. When I passed the puppet model, I paid attention to its body surface. The person who moved the model did not leave anything interesting. clues of value.

"Could it be Mr. Liu, don't be dazed, go and see!"

Zhang Jiaqi walked away quickly with her mobile phone, while I took a look at the doll and laid it flat on the ground: "Is there any significance to this model?"

When I caught up with Zhang Jiaqi, I found her standing by the window: "The sound came from outside."

This room is the one I entered the building for the first time. The footprints and shoe prints on the ground have been destroyed, and I don't know who did it.

I squatted down, trying to find some clues from the debris: "I just told Zhang Jiaqi about the shoe prints and footprints. The scene inside the house was destroyed. Could it be that she did it? But what did she do? What are you hiding?"

All the information about that footprint is deeply in my mind. It is about thirty-two centimeters long and the forefoot is very wide.

"Stop researching, hurry up and look elsewhere, the voice is probably from Mr. Liu."

"Why are you so sure it's her?"

"I'm just guessing."

"There are still many places in this building that have not been searched. If I leave now, I am afraid that I will miss important clues."

"I have searched all over the building, even the underground morgue, where else do you think she can hide?" Zhang Jiaqi kept urging, I took a look inside the dark building, and finally chose leave with her.

Jumping out of the window, a thin dark red line caught my attention in the broken glass on the ground: "Zhang Jiaqi, come and see this."

"What's the matter?" She squatted beside me reluctantly.

"The shards of glass were stained with blood. I didn't notice this when I came in." I picked up the relatively small piece of glass: "Someone jumped out of the building, and the glass scratched his body."

reached out and touched some blood that had solidified on the glass: "The entire edge of this piece of glass is stained with blood, and the length is more than seven centimeters. If it is a normal person, no matter which part of the body is cut with such a large wound, it will definitely flow out. A lot of blood, it is absolutely impossible to leave only a thin line of blood."

"What do you want to tell me?"

I lowered my head and watched Zhang Jiaqi's expression from the corner of my eye: "There are two possibilities for this situation. First, someone deliberately smeared blood evenly on the edge of the glass to mislead us. Second, this is not It is the blood of the living."

Zhang Jiaqi seemed to think of something when I reminded him: "There is blood pressure in the body of a living person, so there will be a phenomenon of blood spraying. As the body of a dead person dies longer, the blood will continue to coagulate, even if it is cut The skin will not flow out too much."

"That's right." I shook the shards of glass in my hand: "So the blood is probably left by the corpse."