Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 182: The murderer is not a cat
Chapter 182 The murderer is not a cat
The expression on the boy's face was horrifying. He didn't look like a normal person at all. He was jumping on the pungent liquid and his voice was getting louder and louder.
"Red tongue?" I looked at his bright red tongue, and then at the pale tip of the dead cat's mouth: "Are you telling me how to distinguish a dead body from a living one?"
I made a bold guess, but after I finished speaking, even I felt that it was unreasonable. There are too many ways to distinguish a dead body from a living person. Only a child can figure it out by looking at the color of the tongue.
"This child is probably a homeless child, hiding in the closed school area to shelter from the wind and rain." I have already seen that the boy is mentally deficient and crazy, as if he has encountered some terrible things and was frightened out of his wits.
The boy refused to be quiet, still stuck out his tongue anxiously, and later stretched out his formalin-stained hands towards my face.
"I see what you mean." Taking a step back, I avoided the boy's hands, opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue just like him.
"Red tongue, red tongue..." The boy finally stopped shouting after reading. in.
"Can you tell me what this is doing?" I pressed the door with one hand, as long as something came in from outside, I would jump out of the window and escape immediately.
"Soak it in." Holding the glass container, the boy dangled in front of him, making weird gestures as if cutting with a scalpel, and then shouted: "Stand up!"
He spoke incoherently, and it took me a long time to understand what he meant. In the boy's mind, it seemed that as long as the corpse was soaked in formalin, after some procedures, the corpse could stand up again.
"Dead lives lose their souls. If they can really be resurrected from the dead, this is not a medical technique, but a ghost technique." When I think about it, the boy looks a little stupid, so he probably wouldn't deliberately make up these things to deceive me. Besides, the gestures he made just now are completely surgical postures, disembowelling and threading needles.
"If the boy is imitating, then he must have seen a similar scene somewhere, can the dead really be resurrected?" I narrowed my eyes, thinking that I could find more useful things from this boy thing.
"What's your name? Why did you run into the building? Where did you come in from?"
The boy is not completely stupid, as I thought before, the child became insane because of the huge stimulation the day after tomorrow.
I asked questions patiently, but the boy hewed and hawed in his own way to answer. He was not fluent in his articulation, and when he encountered unclear parts, he would smear formalin on the floor and paint on the cabinet.
The boy does not remember his own name, and the most common noun in his statements is cat.
Combining his few words and pictures with unclear meanings, I roughly guessed what the boy wanted to express.
One evening, when he was playing with his friends, he suddenly heard something in the corridor of the community. At this time, the adults were not off work, and the corridor was a little dark.
He entered it out of curiosity, only to find a dead cat on the steps.
The child was very kind-hearted. He was about to bury the black cat in the flower bed of the compound, but was stopped by a woman.
The boy couldn't remember the woman's appearance clearly. He only remembered that the woman said to him at that time, "Don't show sympathy for these souls who died in the wild, or they will stick to you and follow you Go home."
What the boy did at that time, even he himself could not explain clearly.
His memory seems to be missing a section, he can only remember that that night, his grandfather passed away, his parents received a call and went out overnight, leaving him alone at home.
He didn't dare to turn off the lights, and finally fell asleep in bed alone, but when he woke up, he found that all the lights in the room had been turned off.
The room was pitch black, and he was terrified. He huddled under the quilt and didn't dare to move. There seemed to be something shaking in the darkness.
It didn't take long before he heard a faint meow coming from behind him, the sound gradually became clearer, and a trace of coolness climbed up his neck.
The boy’s barren adjectives couldn’t express his feelings at all. He just kept repeating the word tongue. According to my guess, he felt cold at the time, as if something was sticking out his tongue and licking it. against his skin.
Cold, dark, and fearful, he finally couldn't control himself and turned his head slowly.
The boy's story didn't say clearly what he saw at the end, but at least one thing was certain from his tone of voice that the thing hidden in the darkness was not a cat.
Afterwards, he was locked in the building. He couldn't tell in detail what happened during this period, and the patterns he drew became more and more divorced from reality, and he couldn't understand them at all.
When I was about to ask some specific questions, the strange sound of dragging a heavy object appeared again outside the door. The man quickened his pace, getting closer and closer to the door.
"That thing is here again?" There are four buildings in the entire closed campus, I don't need to knock **** the things outside the door, the first priority is to seize the time to find clues about Liu Xuan.
"I'll take you away first." I opened the window, grabbed the edge of the window, and jumped onto the external air conditioner.
"Come on!" The dragging voice had stopped at the door, and I waved anxiously at the boy: "Come here! I'll carry you down."
I thought the boy refused to come because he was afraid of being too tall, but I didn't expect that the boy was not prepared to go with me at all.
"Red tongue, red tongue!" He smirked, stuck out his tongue, opened the door and ran out holding the glass bottle containing the dead cat.
"Hey!" I yelled into the dark corridor, but no one answered.
"Do you want to find him?" Zhang Jiaqi disappeared in this building, and the boy also ran away secretly. The two guys who are most like living people seem to be unwilling to be with me, "What are they hiding? This building What is hidden in there?"
My head was full of questions, and I looked at the shelf with specimens in front of me: "This live broadcast is much more complicated than I imagined."
When I was hesitating whether to go after the boy, the open door of the herbarium moved by itself. I stood on the air conditioner and tapped my toes to see clearly.
Below the door, a skinny hand grabbed the door panel and slowly closed it.
In the narrow field of vision, I was afraid that a rotting human face would suddenly flash across, but until the door was closed, nothing happened in the corridor.
"The door is ajar..." It suddenly occurred to me that all the doors in this building were unlocked, and all of them were just ajar just like this door.
Cold sweat broke out on my back, I didn't dare to waste time, so I quickly left and climbed to the first floor.
"Where's my suitcase?" The black leather suitcase by the wall disappeared, and I froze in place with my mobile phone in the underworld show.
"It can't be Zhang Jiaqi. I've been guarding the herbarium. Is there any other exit from this building?" In addition, a man's leather shoe prints were left on the bare mud.
"Damn it, you can't see a single person on the surface of this closed campus, but it's very lively in the dark." I silently counted the possible behind-the-scenes hands: "Zhang Jiaqi, the little boy, and barefoot followed behind Zhang Jiaqi Now there are more men wearing leather shoes, why do they gather in this campus late at night? What interests are driving them?"
I used my tracking eyes to observe the traces left by the dragging of the suitcase, not missing any bent blades of grass or crushed mud, and tracked all the way to the building adjacent to the West Campus and other campuses.
It may be that I have been using eye tracking for a long time, and I feel dizzy and uncomfortable, but when I see the person in front of me, I find that it is all worth it.
A man in a security uniform was sitting on the steps. He took out the contents of the black suitcase one by one and looked through them curiously.
Not long after, the glass door behind him was pushed open, and another security guard hurried out with something on his back.
"What are you doing?"
"I picked up some interesting things."
"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and help."
The security guard threw the things on his back on the ground, and a hand was faintly exposed from the sack.