Chapter 31 Let the Dead Speak
Ge Dasheng’s body was placed in the cold storage on the north side of the compound.
That is, the morgue.
Generally, if the corpses of homicide cases are not collected by family members, they will be temporarily stored in Yamen Yizhuang. But for murder cases involving monsters, their bodies will first be placed in the six-door cold storage.
The family members will not be allowed to claim the body until the case is fully investigated and it is confirmed that the body is not contaminated with evil spirits.
If the family members do not accept it, they will be burned at the six gates.
Jiang Shouzhong handed the identity token to the guard. After confirming that it was correct, he registered his name, entry time, and which corpse he wanted to see on the warehouse registration list before entering. Cold storage.
The body was sent to a separate autopsy room by the cold storage staff.
Hanku is extremely cold. No matter how thick you wear, you can still feel the cold that penetrates into your skin.
Coupled with the long-term storage of corpses, the yin energy accumulates like the deep sea. If you stay there for a long time, it will be like drowning in the abyss of sea water, making it difficult to breathe.
But this time something was strange.
After Jiang Shouzhong entered Hanku, he felt that the yin energy here was very comfortable.
It's like there's something in the body that's greedily absorbing it.
Jiang Shouzhong rubbed his palms vigorously, breathed into his mouth, and looked at Ge Dasheng's body carefully.
In fact, an autopsy is no longer necessary, as it was already done in Wufeng Temple Jiang Shouzhong. The evil spirit that filled the wound where the heart was ripped out has completely dissipated.
Jiang Shouzhong came here just to make the corpse speak.
But whether it can be successful is another matter.
Although he has "psychic" ability, it doesn't work every time.
It's like if the King of Hell's Palace is unwilling to let him go, no matter how much effort he expends, it will be in vain.
Jiang Shouzhong moved a wooden stool with faded paint from the corner, sat in front of the horrifying corpse with its heart removed, and slowly closed his eyes.
It was freezing cold and silent inside the corpse room.
The lying corpses and the sitting living people are like sculptures sealed with wax, lifeless.
Time passes slowly.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the originally dark corpse room became darker and darker, and the dimly visible mottled walls disappeared silently into the darkness.
Black shadows spread from all sides of the corpse room, seeming to swallow everything up.
In the end, except for the bodies of Jiang Shouzhong and Ge Dasheng, everything around them was endless and terrifying black.
A weak light shrouded them.
It’s like a stage imprisoned by lights, weird and fantastic.
“Crack!”
In the dead darkness, a sound like the dislocation of bones suddenly sounded.
The next moment, the body that had been lying quietly sat upright, like a marionette.
Ge Dasheng's lifeless, death-like cheek slowly turned around mechanically and stiffly, and he opened his deep blood-stained eyes and stared at Jiang Shouzhong with a sinister smile.
Jiang Shouzhong was not frightened by the horrific scene before him, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.
Good luck, the channeling was successful!
Just thinking about the upcoming side effects gave Jiang Shouzhong a headache.
He really didn't want to play psychic unless he had to.
It’s so torturous.
Jiang Shouzhong sat motionless on the stool, staring at the corpse-turned Ge Dasheng, and asked: "At midnight on the 17th, you left the Yunchu Gambling House and went to Wufengguan alone to meet someone. , intending to extort money from the other party, but I didn’t expect that the other party was a monster and killed you, right?”
Ge Dasheng did not respond, with a sly smile still on his pale face.
The originally dead black shadows around him suddenly turned into thick black ink as if they were alive as Jiang Shouzhong opened his mouth, crawling towards Jiang Shouzhong and his body.
Soon the black ink spread to Jiang Shouzhong's calf...
Seeing that the body did not respond, Jiang Shouzhong was surprised.
Was it not a monster that killed him?
Jiang Shouzhong asked tentatively: "Is he a human?"
At this time, Ge Dasheng, who was originally smiling slyly, finally cracked his mouth, and black and red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he let out a Hoarse and fierce as an evil spirit's voice,
"Bitch...bitch..."
Bitch?
Jiang Shouzhong was surprised, "So, the person who killed you was a woman? And she wasn't a demon? But your heart was clearly taken away by a demon..."
Suddenly, Jiang Shouzhong's pupils contracted as he thought of something.
The murderers... are two!
One person, one monster!
The person who killed Ge Dasheng was a human, but the one who took out Ge Dasheng’s heart was a demon!
The black ink had spread to Jiang Shouzhong's waist, and the corpse's legs were completely soaked... But Jiang Shouzhong didn't care about all this.
Take the initiative to let the dead speak, that's all.
It was like forcibly dragging him out of the Palace of Hell for interrogation.
Unless the dead person is willing to take the initiative to talk to him, such as the old man or Zhang Lang he met in Xing'an Lane before.
But if the death lasts more than seven days, you will never be able to talk to the deceased. Jiang Shouzhong stared at Ge Dasheng's blood-red, pupil-less eyes and asked again: "Do you know the person who killed you, right? What's her name?"
"Bitch...bitch People..."
Ge Dasheng still repeated these two words.
Sure enough, this method of directly asking for answers will not work. You must guide the other party to tell the key words.
Jiang Shouzhong sighed and had no choice but to proceed to the next step of inference, "On the night of the 14th, you and Zheng Shanqi went to Zhao Wanchang's house to steal, but you, who were originally letting loose, suddenly left midway.
Is it because you saw someone having an affair in Aunt Zhang’s idle mill shed, so you went to peek out and saw a monster? So you wanted to use this to blackmail the other person?”
“Bitch...bitch. ..."
Ge Dasheng's mouth opened and closed, as if there was a thread secretly controlling it, always shouting the word "bitch".
The sound was like a dull knife grinding a stone, extremely unpleasant.
“That’s not right?”
Jiang Shouzhong frowned.
Black ink spread to his neck.
At first glance, most of Jiang Shouzhong's body was completely melted into the darkness, and it seemed that only his head was left floating in the air. The scene looked particularly strange.
However, Jiang Shouzhong didn't notice that the little golden man in his body was greedily absorbing the yin energy.
The little golden man lies happily in the man's pubic area.
Pat your belly.
I can’t finish it, I can’t finish it at all!
Realizing that there was not much time, Jiang Shouzhong’s brain was spinning rapidly, and he suddenly remembered that Wen Laoba and this guy often hang out at Yunchu Gambling House, and he spoke quickly again,
"You once heard Wen Laoba talk about someone having an affair there, so you happened to see the mill shed when you were on guard that night.
Driven by curiosity, you wanted to take a look. At a glance, it turned out that no one was having an affair there.
However, you unexpectedly saw another scene..."
"Poison...poison..."
< br>Ge Dasheng's purple-black lips, which were constantly opening and closing mechanically, finally spit out different words.
Poison! ?
Jiang Shouzhong was stunned.
Ge Dasheng saw someone poisoning him at that time! ?
Jiang Shouzhong's eyes flickered, "So, you saw a woman poisoning you, so you planned to blackmail her, but you didn't expect to be killed by the woman."
At this time, The thick black ink had already covered his lips, and it had also soaked Ge Dasheng's face.
In an instant, the two of them were completely engulfed by the black liquid.
The dead cannot speak.
No living person can speak.
......
Jiang Shouzhong opened his eyes suddenly as if he was drowning, breathing heavily.
My throat felt like swallowing a razor blade, and it hurt so much every time I took a breath.
The morgue is still lifeless.
Ge Dasheng's body lay motionless on the ice platform specially used for autopsies, as if the horrific scene of "fraudulent corpse" just now was just an illusion.
Jiang Shouzhong wanted to get up, but he had no feeling in his legs.
After finally gaining some strength, he fell to the ground with a plop. His internal organs seemed to be tightly grasped and twisted by an invisible hand, and his whole body twitched slightly.
His eyes were red and bloodshot, and his lips were black and blue.
Unspeakable pain swept through his body like a tide, making his face distorted, and he even shed tears of blood. He could only lie on the ground and gasp for air.
After a long time, most of the pain gradually faded away.
Jiang Shouzhong, who felt as if he had crawled out of the gate of hell, looked blankly at the roof beams and regretted: "Damn, I just came here to do this because I lost my mind. I really don't have a long memory."
That's not it. For the first time, he took the initiative to communicate with the dead.
This is not the first time I have experienced this luxury package of pain that is not inferior to Lingchi.
After all, dead people don’t just “speak” casually.
Not to mention the torture that erodes flesh and bones every time, even if you are lucky enough to let the other party fake the corpse, if the questioning method is incorrect, asking for a long time will be a waste of energy.
This is why he didn't use this method from the beginning.
Besides, if a dead man speaks once, he will have to rest for a long time before he can recover.
Because...he will also become a dead person.
Only this time the pain was worse.
It seems like there is a breath rushing through my body.
It seems that there is a guy in his belly who is excitedly playing rock and roll and having a silver party after eating and drinking.
Jiang Shouzhong wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes and carefully opened his clothes and took a look.
Sure enough, his skin already showed horrifying corpse spots.
"Damn, use your brain more next time!"
(End of this chapter)