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Chapter 50: Coincident Killing Intent

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    The light was dim, and the water droplets were hanging from the faucet, and they fell to the sink with a little blood stains with a 'boo' sound.

    The three people who were guarding the corridor outside the door lost their expressions after seeing the inspector leave. They got together a little bored and talked.

    "Does Detective Fred feel that this case is related to that of Professor Harris?"

    "Being able to beat people like this definitely has something to do with it."

    "I heard that Li died, so the inspector dared to do this, right? The deputy director of cia is not a guy to mess with."

    "AhemSpeaking of Director CIA in front of me, isn't it a little bad for the two of you?"

    Behind the door behind the three of them, a row of tall stainless steel iron cabinets suddenly squeaked from the mouth of one of the cabinets. The cabinet door that was opened just now was slowly pulled out bit by bit.  Frictional groans

    Outside the door, Cia, who was talking, suddenly stopped talking and looked at the two police officers who were laughing.

    "What sound did you hear?"

    The two people over there shook their heads, and one of them with a mustache laughed.

    "Could it be that the corpse in the iron cabinet came out by itself?"

    Amidst the joking words, in the dimly lit morgue, a long length of the body of the cabinet was pulled out, and on the body bag lying flat, the zipper slid open little by little, with the mouth of the bag hanging on one side, one hand  Flesh-out hands poked out and rested on the edge of the cabinet, and there was a bang.

    The three people who were talking and laughing outside were suddenly startled by the sound, and they all shuddered.

    "heard it?"

    A policeman asked in a low voice, and subconsciously touched his lower back. The cia member nodded, took out his weapon from his waist, stuck it to the door, turned his face sideways, made a tactical gesture, and nodded himself.  with one of them.

    Roughly speaking, one is waiting outside, and I go in with the other.

    The two police officers looked at me and I looked at you, and pushed each other a few times. Mustache pushed his partner over, bumped into Cia's back and pushed the door open into the morgue.

    In the dim light, the door closed by itself, and in front of them, what caught their eyes was the opened cabinet door, with a corner of the body bag drooping crookedly on the side.

    The two held their breath, and slowly approached with the weapons in their hands. The moving field of vision covered the long body of the cabinet, and the body bag on it was empty inside. The two of them took a step back in fright, and raised their guns to aim at the surroundings indiscriminately.

    'Cracksqueaksqueak'

    A sound of stiff and twisting bones suddenly sounded from the corner of the morgue, and the timid policeman raised his gun and pointed it at the corner of the mortuary cabinet.

    "who?!"

    As soon as the roar came out, the whole person was dumbfounded. Cia next to him followed his gaze, and a figure stood crookedly in the shadow of the mortuary cabinet just blocking the light, and turned around little by little.

    "I'm not dead yet, why should I put it in there, can you give me a piece of clothing?"

    The figure turned around, took a step closer and stepped on the junction of the shadow and the light, the damaged soles stretched up along the twisted legs, the shadow revealed half of a sunken face, and the crooked and parted lips were slowly opening and closing, a line  Tongue slammed out of mouth.

    Shit, is this still called dead?  !

    In an instant, a coolness hit the two of them, and the guns in their hands were trembling. If they encountered a murderous criminal, they would have the courage to go there, but where is the person in front of them?  Suddenly, his scalp tingled, and he turned and ran.

    The black shadow in the corner climbed up to the mortuary cabinet in an instant, crawled quickly on all fours, and while wrapping one person away with its long tongue, it flew out and threw the other person to the ground.

    The moment the scream of "Ah¡ª" resounded, the sound of gunfire continued, and the light of the tongue of fire flashed in the room instantly.

    The police officer who stayed outside opened the door and took a look in. With a scream of 'Wow', he stumbled back and sat back, holding the door tightly, trembling all over.

    At this moment, at the end of the long corridor, there was a sound of 'tapping' footsteps.

    "There are more over there?"

    He turned his head tremblingly. At the end of the gloomy corridor, a tall figure walked out of the stairs. Under the pale light, a black and white patterned face flashed in his eyes. Under extreme fear, his head froze instantly.  Suddenly, his eyes turned white, and he fell to the ground and fainted.

    The figure who came over looked down at the right hand, the skin tingling sensation under the layer of clothing became more and more obvious, he stepped forward faster, and stretched out his hand to push open the door. Inside, a cia's corpse was bloody and bloody, and the abdominal cavity was hollowed out.  There is a policeman holding?, huddled under the autopsy table with eyes closed, chanting the Bible non-stop.

    Wang Ruhu glanced coldly around. On the wall next to the white coat hanging, the exhaust fan was completely damaged, and the wires were hanging under the wall.

    Obviously, the thing slipped through the passage.

    In the past, silently lifted the huddled police officer up, put him on the stage to sit, took the forensic doctor's pen, and wrote down the words to be asked.

    "What did you see just now?"

    The policeman seemed to have been frightened into a fool. He was still chanting the Bible tremblingly. He slapped him across the face and knocked out a front tooth. Then he woke up from the pain. He wanted to raise his gun, but was snatched away by Wang Ruhu.  Throw it to the ground, and show the written words to the other party again.

    "The corpsethe corpsethe woman's corpselivedcome and attackedus."

    The paper was torn off, and another sentence was written: "Who else came? Who drove the police car away just now?"

    "Inspector Fred."

    "Where does he live? The corpse is probably going to find him."

    After getting what he wanted to know, Wang Ruhu pushed the door and walked out. In fact, he didn't know whether the corpse would go to the inspector, but as soon as the other party left, the corpse resurrected and killed people. There must be other reasons.

    When he walked back to the top, inside the ventilation pipe outside the Chicago Hospital, there was an exhaust port extending to the surface. With a bang, the fan and the iron net flew out, and the bare feet mottled with blood stepped on the ground.  Under the slanting sunlight, her blonde hair fluttered in the wind, Meimu saw a figure in green clothes sorting garbage in front of her.

    The beautiful face sucked the blood from the fingertips, twisted the waist and moved forward.

    The cleaner who was pushing the medical waste turned around and saw a naked blonde woman smiling coquettishly at him, looked back to see that there was no one else around, whistled, took off her gloves, said hello, "Hi," and left  past.

    Then There was the sound of flesh and blood bursting in the corner.

    Not long after, a woman in clean clothes closed the lid of the trash can and came out. She flew towards the security guard at the gate and kissed her. In the raised eyebrows of the other party, she smiled coquettishly and walked away from the crowd. Then she restrained her smile, feeling cold  A part of his own body, looking for the past.

    The sun was sinking and the sun was shining at the entrance of the police station. Fred got out of the police car and let the two police detectives leave. He went back to the office to get a stack of documents, and was going to go back to work overtime at home. After that, he went downstairs to drive.  There is often congestion, and by the time I reach Walnut Street, the community where my home is located, it is already dark.

    I drove in front of the garage door, turned off the lights, and rang the doorbell holding a stack of documents, but no one came out to answer the door, and there was no light inside.

    Thinking of Li's death, Fred gently put the documents on the ground, pulled out his pistol, took out the key and slowly opened the door to enter. The moment he touched the switch of the whole house, the lights suddenly brightened, and a group of people held ribbons  Balloons poured out of every room, cheering him loudly.

    Holding the gift, the daughter ran over and pecked him on the face.

    "Daddy, congratulations on your return to your post."

    It turned out to be a surprise planned by his wife, which made Fred heave a sigh of relief, kissed his daughter, and hugged his wife, let the friends and relatives who came to congratulate him eat and drink in the living room first, took the materials and went back upstairs  After tidying up the study, he also took out the handkerchief in his pocket, looked at the tiny red fragment on it, and expressed his contemplation.

    "Daddy!"

    At the door, seeing that he was still busy, his daughter came over to pull him, but he couldn't resist her daughter's coquettishness, so Fred had to raise his hands in surrender, and followed obediently.

    The door was gently closed, and the study was plunged into darkness. The fragment that was quietly placed in the handkerchief gradually began to melt and flow

    At the same time, many pairs of eyes were watching the brightly lit bungalows in the dark, watching the figures inside, cheers and clinking of glasses were heard from time to time.

    In the shadows, the fat figure with wrapped arms pressed the communicator between the collars.

    "It seems that it will take a little more time, everyone."

    The wind blows through the night, and the sound of silhouettes stepping on subtle footsteps spreads away under the moonlight.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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