space player

Chapter 101

This is probably the coldest place in the security brigade.

There is only one window, the window and the door are open to the north, there is nothing inside, only a long table, looking at the messy dust marks on the ground, it is obvious that this table was moved here after the homicide happened today Used to put body parts.

Looking carefully, there were no spider webs in the corners. When Zhao Chengping walked in, he felt a biting coldness, as if he had walked into a cold storage. This place was really suitable for morgues.

"It must be very pleasant to stay here in summer." After saying such a simple thirteen words, his throat was frozen tight, and Zhao Chengping felt that everything he said would freeze into ice, and each word fell into the air. on the ground.

Feng Dayong put the key and lock aside, lifted the cloth covering the corpse, and said: "It's okay to stay here during the day in summer, but I always feel too cloudy and uncomfortable when I sleep at night. After so many years There was only one brave man who slept for one night, and then refused to sleep after saying anything, and asked him what happened, he shook his head as if he had seen a ghost, and refused to say anything.”

"Aren't there a few curious people who stay here in groups for one night?" Zhao Chengping is very curious now, if it's not because it's too cold, he really wants to sleep here for one night.

Feng Dayong shook his head: "The security team used to be old people. Old people are more cautious. Later, I came here and felt uncomfortable staying here for an afternoon. Why bother with myself? I have to stay here for a while. Night."

There is also a reason. Isn’t the reason for those horror movies that the protagonist group has to go to some mysterious cabin, mysterious forest, drill into the caves that are not allowed to enter, and go down the cracks in the ground that are not allowed to go down?

Although in most cases, the protagonist will not die, but who knows if he is the protagonist. Besides, if it is a game like "The Grudge", where the evil ghost and the resentful soul are the protagonist, then you will be out of luck.

Zhao Chengping still has important responsibilities on his shoulders. The so-called son of a thousand gold can't sit down, so he can't die here because of such a boring thing. Those gods don't seem to have the ability to go to the underworld to find people. He would want to save him, the previous soul in this body disappeared like this.

When no one cares and no one loves you, you have to care about yourself.

"That's all." Feng Dayong pointed to the two stumped limbs on the long table, and looked at Zhao Chengping worriedly, for fear that he would not be able to hold back his vomit, and it would be troublesome to clean up.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chengping came close to him. It was just body parts. What was there to be afraid of?When I first fell in love with Su Jin, I often went to her medical school to wait for her, and by the way, I played a game with the boys from the medical school on the basketball court, so I also got to know a few boys from the medical school.

In the new semester, there was a boy who was addicted to online games and didn't want to take anatomy class. He volunteered to impersonate Su Jin just to spend more time with Su Jin. Unexpectedly, after the first roll call, the teacher remembered him.

As a result, he had to go to the anatomy class on time and do homework for the boy. Because he was good at drawing, and he was especially good at drawing human muscles and tendons, so he also took on some of the important tasks of group work, and finally he was lucky enough to catch up Attended a practical class on regional anatomy with a gross teacher.

In that year, teachers in general were much rarer.

That year, Zhao Chengping looked at the different parts of many anatomy teachers of all ages.

In Zhao Chengping's eyes, the two pieces of meat in front of him are people worthy of sympathy. Although the owner of these two pieces of meat may not necessarily be dead, if he is still alive, life would be worse than death.

He carefully measured the length and thickness of the two pieces, and asked Feng Dayong for a pen and paper.

According to the proportion of the human body, the approximate height of the person is drawn, and the approximate body shape of the person is estimated based on the thickness of the arms, fat and the degree of development of the biceps.

The image of this person gradually materialized on the white paper. Zhao Chengping made a few last touches and looked carefully. Feng Dayong's mouth had become an "O" shape: "Can this be drawn?!"

Zhao Chengping examined it carefully, but was still dissatisfied: "No."

The hand on the table was clasped on the table, and it was necessary to pick it up and take a closer look.

"Do you have gloves?"

"Yes, yes."

Feng Dayong, who almost regarded Zhao Chengping as his savior, ran out to find gloves after hearing his request.

After a while, he ran back out of breath again: "Here."

Zhao Chengping turned his head to pick it up, but his whole body froze. It was a huge warm glove made of cotton cloth and cotton. No, it couldn’t be called a glove. There wasn’t even a place for the thumb, it was just a tube. Stretch your hand in, like the hand of a doraemon, round and useless.

Zhao Chengping blinked helplessly. Just as he was about to speak, someone behind him handed over a pair of thin white cloth five-fingered gloves: "Does this work?"

The person who spoke was a young girl. Zhao Chengping wandered around the hall for a long time just now, but did not see her. Feng Dayong introduced, "This is the younger sister of Xiao Zheng you saw just now. She works in the provincial capital."

"Why did you come here to work in the provincial capital?" Zhao Chengping felt a little strange. There was still some time before the Spring Festival, so he shouldn't be going home so early. Could it be that there is something like paid annual leave in this space?

The little girl was very enthusiastic and stretched out her hand: "My name is Zheng Shuhua, reporter, hello."

Huh, what, reporter?
Zhao Chengping silently looked at the white glove held by the little girl's left hand. Reporters, in his cognition, were all-pervasive. They were everywhere. To achieve news effect, to sell more newspapers, to exaggerate to the fullest, to take facts out of context, to goug people's scars, to stimulate the senses, to do anything.

Although this little girl looks quite normal, but... who knows who she is.

"In such a place, it's better for a little girl like you not to come in." Zhao Chengping took the white gloves, and coldly gave the order to evict the guests.

Although Zheng Shuhua looked young, she was not intimidated by Zhao Chengping's momentum at all. She had no intention of leaving at all: "You are not from the security brigade, nor are you just a businessman. In other words, your family is richer than mine. Are some of them nobler than me?"

Come, come, come, start to put a big hat on, and talk to her a few more words, I am afraid that the front page of a certain newspaper in the next issue will be "The second generation of rich people in the town bully others, is it the loss of the system or the loss of morality"

Zhao Chengping shut his mouth wisely, put on his gloves silently, and started to work.

That hand has thick calluses on the palm and fingers, and the skin is not particularly rough, with signs of frequent shedding.Ordinary people have some hairs on the backs of their fingers, but this hand does not.

"This man is a cellar burner." Zhao Chengping took off his gloves.

(End of this chapter)