Chapter 245 Death is a gift? ! !
The moment you push the door open, it's like breaking through a layer of plastic wrap, and the smell of blood wrapped inside hits your nostrils, so rich it's almost nauseating.
The expression of the prison guard who pushed in the door changed drastically, and he quickly turned on the switch on the wall.
The moment the light turns on.
A terrifying, evil, Ukiyo-e hell painting appeared from the darkness and broke into the eyes of the three people.
The gray walls, bright white tiles, and snow-white ceiling were all splashed with black and red colors. The black and red colors solidified into densely packed six words that were repeated over and over again:
I confess, I am guilty!
Every word is crooked, with different shades, as if there is a person lying on the ground, lying on the wall, lying on the ceiling, lowering his head and getting closer, concentrating on using bloody nails to write each word The characters were cut out.
The prison guard who opened the door was stunned, with his feet stuck at the door. He now probably understood why forensic doctor Qin Liang hesitated just now.
Qin Liang took a deep breath, pushed aside the prison guard blocking the way, and mustered up the courage to step in.
There are tiles everywhere on the floor, either horizontally, vertically or diagonally - I confess, I am guilty!
There is almost no walkway, only a little bit of staggered space between sentences.
Qin Liang tiptoed carefully and walked in. The soles of his shoes inevitably got blood, and his eyelids twitched slightly.
It was not because of the blood, but because of the scratches under the writing after the blood was rubbed away.
“It takes so much force to scratch it with your nails!”
Qin Liang felt a dull pain in his ten fingers just thinking about it.
He turned and glanced at the wall again. As a forensic doctor, his eyes were very sharp. He saw half of a blackened nail embedded in the wall at the edge of the bed, with residue on the nail. A mixture of flesh, blood, and wall dust.
Qin Liang's eyes moved up and scanned the ceiling again, feeling even more horrified:
"The writing on the ceiling is also very hard, but the ceiling is nearly three meters high from the ground. Tian Tao He is relatively short, so even if he puts a chair on it, he can't reach it. How can he carve words on it? He can't really lie on the ceiling."
A strange picture flashed in Qin Liang's mind. Horrifying picture.
In the picture, Tian Tao is lying on the ceiling like a spider. He is carving words frantically with his fingers while opening his mouth to murmur as if possessed by an evil spirit. His face is twisted and twitching, enduring the severe pain from his fingers to his heart.
Qin Liang shook his head and drove this horrifying scene out of his mind.
He circled around the words on the ground, and after a lot of effort, he finally reached the front of Tian Tao.
Tian Tao knelt on his knees, folded his hands on the ground, and touched his forehead to the ground, making a posture similar to a sacrifice or a pilgrimage. Combined with the surrounding scene, there was a strange sense of holiness in the horror. .
Qin Liang squatted down slowly and opened Tian Tao's body without using too much force, indicating that the body's death time was still short, and it did not even have time to form rigor mortis.
He slowly opened Zheng Tiantao's head, and what came into view was an unexpected face.
There is no fear, despair, distortion, madness as Qin Liang thought, but a calm smiling face?
It’s like the joy and relief of being liberated after finally completing a certain ritual or work after spending all your efforts and suffering silently! ! !
Qin Liang swallowed. He had been examining corpses in the second prison for half his life. This was the first time he had seen such a corpse with a smiling face after death.
Qin Liang looked at the smiling face in front of him, and his heart trembled: "A gift?!!"
As a forensic doctor, if you can receive a smiling corpse, in a sense, it is indeed a rare gift... right?
Qin Liang exhaled for a long time, suppressing the excitement in his heart. He looked down at Tian Tao's bloody fingers again. Not to mention the remaining nails, the flesh on the fingers had been worn away, exposing the terrifying phalanges, and they were all shrunk by half.
Qin Liang seemed to understand why Tian Tao was relieved. He understood clearly in his heart:
“People are afraid of death, but they don’t know that the existence of death means all pain. There is an end to everything, otherwise, the abyss of despair will never end!”
Zhou Rui angrily pushed aside the prison guards who came to watch in the corridor after hearing the news, and strode into the duty room, his shoes stepping on the bloody words on the ground without any scruples.
He walked quickly to Tian Tao, glanced at the latter's strange death state, his pupils suddenly shrank, and then looked at Qin Liang with a gloomy expression.
He asked in a hoarse voice: "What's going on?"
Qin Liang stood up and took a half step back. He had various thoughts in his mind, but only four words came out of his mouth. : "Tian Tao is dead."
Zhou Fu sneered: "I ask you how you died?"
Qin Liang frowned, almost thinking that Zhou Yu was asking him who killed Tian Tao. He had a vague answer to this question, but he didn't dare to say it.
It’s not that I’m afraid of being retaliated by others for speaking out, it’s just that I want to make friends with that person.
The next second, Qin Liang realized that Zhou Fu was asking Tian Tao "how he died." Obviously, Zhou Fu also had his own clear judgment about the "murderer".
Qin Liang breathed a sigh of relief. He pondered for a moment and replied:
"Except for the severe wear and tear on the fingers, the corpse had no other obvious injuries. Well, I'm afraid we need to do an autopsy to find out the cause of death. .”
Zhou Fu said unceremoniously: "Then what are you waiting for?"
Qin Liang waved to the door, and two prison guards walked in, helping Qin Liang carry the body to the autopsy room.
The autopsy room is open 365 days a year and rarely solicits customers. Prisoners who die in ordinary times are sent directly to the incineration room. Where do you need to go to the autopsy room to "transfer"?
Watching Qin Liang walking out slowly, Zhou Fu snorted coldly, and scolded the prison guard on the night shift: "Tian Tao made such a big show in the room last night, and you didn't make any move at all. "I didn't even hear it."
The night shift prison guard lowered his head and replied with doubts in his heart: "The room has been very quiet. We thought Captain Tian Tao just fell asleep."
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At this moment, the prison guard in the monitoring room ran over and replied to Zhou Fu: "I just checked the monitoring room. After Tian Tao entered the duty room last night, no one came in again."
The words fell to the ground. , there was silence inside and outside the corridor for a moment, and you could hear a pin drop.
Zhou Fu also felt a chill on his back, but more of it was anger. He sneered:
"If no one comes in, then Tian Tao commits suicide, otherwise, we Is there an invisible ghost in the second prison?”
No one among the guards inside and outside the door dared to answer.
Zhou Hui didn't expect them to tell him the reason. His face was gloomy and he smiled angrily. He seemed to be talking to himself or deliberately telling all the prison guards. He said grimly:
< br>"Okay, one night, first Chang Wei, Next is Tian Tao, who is really not letting up at all. Our new warden Qian is really good at it. I don’t know if it will be my turn next?”
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