Chapter 182 The Murderer Is Not a Cat

The boy's expression was very scary, not like a normal person at all. He jumped on the pungent liquid, and his voice became louder and louder.

"Red tongue?" I looked at his bright red tongue and then at the pale tip of the tongue in the dead cat's mouth: "Are you telling me how to distinguish corpses from living people?"

I made a bold guess, but even I didn't think it made sense after I said it. There are too many ways to distinguish corpses from living people. Only children can think of it by looking at the color of the tongue.

"This kid is probably a street child, hiding in a closed campus to take shelter from the wind and rain." I could already see that the boy had intellectual flaws and was crazy, as if he had encountered something terrible and was scared to death.

The boy refused to be quiet, still sticking out his tongue anxiously, and later even stretched his hands stained with formalin towards my face.

"I understand what you mean." Taking a step back, I avoided the boy's hands, opened my mouth and followed his example and stuck out my tongue.

"Red tongue, red tongue..." The boy finally stopped shouting after reading it. He smiled at me, picked up the dead cat from the ground, took out a bottle containing specimens, and stuffed the dead cat into it.

"Can you tell me what you are doing?" I pressed the door with one hand. As long as something came in from the outside, I would jump out of the window and escape as soon as possible.

"Run in." The boy held up the glass container, dangled it in front of him, made weird gestures like cutting with a scalpel, and then shouted: "Stand up!"

He spoke incoherently, and it took me a long time to figure out what he meant. In the boy's mind, it seemed that as long as the body was soaked in formalin, and after some procedures, the body could stand up again.

"The dead have lost their souls. If the dead can be resurrected, it is not a medical skill, but a ghost skill." I didn't believe it at first, just thinking it was a boy's childish talk, but then I thought about it, The boy looked a little stupid, so he probably wouldn't have deliberately made this up to deceive me. Besides, the gestures he made just now were exactly the same as those used in surgery, cutting open the belly and inserting needles and threads.

"If the boy is imitating, then he must have seen similar scenes somewhere. Can the dead really be resurrected?" I narrowed my eyes, feeling that I could dig out more useful things from this boy.

"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, this child became insane due to huge stimulation the day after tomorrow.

I patiently asked questions, and the boy hesitated and answered in his own way. He was not very articulate. When he encountered something unclear, he used formalin on the ground to paint on the cabinet.

The boy did not remember his own name, and the most common noun in his statements was cat.

Combining the few words he said and the pictures with unclear meanings, I roughly guessed what the boy wanted to express.

One evening, while he was playing with his friends, he suddenly heard something coming from the corridor of the community. At this time, no adults were off work, and the corridor was a little dark.

He entered out of curiosity and found a dead cat on the steps.

The child was very kind-hearted. He was going to bury the black cat in the flower bed of the compound, but he was stopped by a woman.

The boy could not remember clearly what the woman looked like. He only remembered what the woman said to him at that time, "Don't show sympathy for these souls who died in the wild, otherwise they will stick to you and follow you home. "

What the boy did at that time, even he himself could not tell clearly.

His memory seemed to be missing. He could only recall that his grandfather passed away that night. His parents received a call and went out all night, leaving him alone at home.

He didn't dare to turn off the lights and finally fell asleep while lying on the bed alone. When he woke up, he found that all the lights in the room had been turned off.

The room was pitch dark, and he was so scared that he huddled under the quilt and did not dare to move. Something seemed to be shaking in the darkness.

Not long after, he heard a faint meow from behind him. The sound gradually became clearer, and a slight chill crept up his neck.

The boy's barren adjectives could not express his feelings at that time. He just kept repeating the word "tongue". According to my speculation, the coldness he felt at that time seemed to be something sticking out its tongue and licking his lips. skin.

Cold, dark, and frightened, he finally couldn't control himself and slowly turned around.

The boy's story didn't make it clear what he saw last, but his tone at least made it certain that the thing hiding in the darkness was not a cat.

Later, he was locked up in the building. During this period, he could not tell in detail what happened. The patterns he drew became increasingly unrealistic and could not be understood at all.

When I was about to ask some specific questions, the strange sound like dragging a heavy object appeared outside the door again. I paid careful attention. This time the frequency of the sound appeared faster than last time, as if a person was speeding up. Footsteps, getting closer and closer to the door

"That thing is here again?" There are four buildings in the entire closed campus. There is no need for me to fight with the things outside the door. It is my first priority 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 unit of the air conditioner.

"Come on!" The dragging sound had stopped at the door, and I waved anxiously to the boy: "Come here! I'll carry you down."

I thought the boy refused to come because he was afraid of being too high, but I didn't expect that the boy was not ready to go with me at all.

"Red tongue, red tongue!" He giggled, stuck out his tongue, opened the door and ran out with the glass bottle containing the dead cat in his arms.

"Hey!" I shouted into the dark corridor, but no one responded.

"Should we go find him?" Zhang Jiaqi disappeared in this building, and the boy also ran away secretly. The two guys who looked most like living people seemed unwilling to be with me. "What are they hiding from? What is hidden in this building?" What are you wearing?"

My mind was filled with questions, and I looked at the shelves with specimens in front of me: "This live broadcast is much more complicated than I thought."

When I was hesitating whether to chase the boy back, the open door of the specimen room actually moved on its own. I stood on tiptoes on the external air-conditioning unit to see clearly.

Under the door, there was a skinny hand grasping the door panel and slowly closing it.

In the narrow field of vision, I was afraid that a rotten human face would suddenly flash across my vision, but until the door was closed, nothing happened in the corridor.

"The door is ajar..." I suddenly thought that all the doors in this building were unlocked. They were all just like this door, just ajar.

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 placed against the wall was nowhere to be seen, and I froze on the spot holding my mobile phone.

"It can't be Zhang Jiaqi. I've been guarding the specimen room. Is there any other exit from this building?" I used my mobile phone to illuminate it and looked carefully. The suitcase was dragged away and there were obvious marks on the ground. In addition, A man's leather shoe prints were left on the bare mud.

"It's really a ghost. No one can be seen on this closed campus, but secretly it is very lively." I silently counted the possible masterminds behind the scenes: "Zhang Jiaqi, the little boy, and the people following Zhang Jiaqi barefoot, Now there are more men wearing leather shoes. Why do they gather on this campus late at night? What interests are driving them?"

I used my tracking eyes to observe the traces left by the suitcase being dragged, not missing any bent blade of grass or crushed mud, all the way to the building adjacent to the West Campus and other campuses.

Maybe it was because of the long-term use of chasing eyes that I felt dizzy and uncomfortable, but when I saw the person in front of me, I found that it was 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 carrying something on his back.

"What are you doing?"

"Picked up some interesting things."

"Stop talking nonsense and come help quickly."

The security guard threw the things on his back to the ground as he spoke, and a hand was vaguely exposed from the sack.