System Rescue Cannon Fodder

Chapter 58 Internship Assessment Task (5)

If it was a homicide, under normal circumstances, the murder weapon should penetrate from top to bottom.

It doesn't matter how tall the murderer is, the normal height is even short, if he raises his hand to commit the murder, the height of the hand is higher than the position of Fu Qing's wound.

Of course, if you insist on saying that you are short to the ground, there is no way.

But for Fu Qing's wound, comparing the positions of the two blood holes before and after, it can be seen that the hole in the front is lower, while the hole in the back of the head is higher.

This shows that the murder weapon penetrated from bottom to top, and this kind of wound usually occurs when someone commits suicide.

But the wound exists, what about the murder weapon?
Yan Ling stood aside and hesitated for a long time before finally preparing herself mentally. She pulled off the tablecloth, wrapped her hands, and slowly approached Fu Qing's body.

Yan Ling stretched out her hand to move Fu Qing's head, she just wanted to take a closer look at the wound, but unexpectedly.
As soon as she moved, her head fell off, and Yan Ling didn't catch it, and the head turned around and went under the table.

Under the pitch-black table, the two blood-soaked eyeballs in the eye sockets were emitting a strange red light.

Yan Ling's heart was in her throat, and she gulped down a mouthful of saliva.

"Arise, people who do not want to be slaves, build a new Great Wall with our flesh and blood."

"The river flows eastward, the stars in the sky are like the Big Dipper, you have it, I have it all..."

"Rolling Yangtze River is fading east..."

Ge Zhuang was cowardly, Yan Ling hummed a song, and mustered up the courage to pick up the dead man's head.

The wound on the neck was very smooth. They might not have noticed it because of the cover of blood and brains.

But the new discovery made Yan Ling's doubts even stronger.

"Snapped!"

The lights came on suddenly, and Yan Ling narrowed her eyes in discomfort.

It took a while before I saw the person standing at the door clearly.

Wu Shanshan and Chen Sumei asked Yanling, "What are you doing?"

Yan Ling held the dead man's head and looked at the two of them blankly: "Come and investigate the case."

Yan Ling was dressed in white, her pale skin contrasted sharply with the dark red head.

This scene is like a horror movie played in slow motion.

"Why did you cut off Fu Qing's head? Did you kill him?"

Yan Ling showed them the wound on her neck calmly. There was no blood leaking out of the wound, and there was still a mixture of coagulated brain plasma and blood stuck to it. It looked like it was not freshly cut.

It can't be hot anymore, this kind of blood is inauthentic.

But some people may not have a good IQ: "Why are you showing us?"

Chen Sumei covered her mouth and nose, and avoided it in disgust.

Yan Ling took a deep breath. I don't know how someone with a different IQ can become a taskmaster?
She thought she was at a low level.

Could it be that she guessed wrong, Chen Sumei wasn't actually the tasker?
Wu Shanshan: "Why are you so concerned about the cause of Fu Qing's death? Could it be that you are also" tasker, she didn't say these three words.

Although he hasn't finished speaking, Yan Ling can already be basically sure that Wu Shanshan is a task holder, and Chen Sumei, who is not very intelligent, is also a task holder.

Those who choose tasks by the system are really not taboo.

Yan Ling only believes in herself, and she will never reveal her identity until she knows the environment and the other party's details.

Yan Ling: "I am Sherlock Holmes' younger sister, Holmes. I like to investigate cases just like my brother."

The two frowned upon hearing this.

Wu Shanshan: "Have you discovered anything?"

"No."

It’s true that there wasn’t, and the whole thing is still confusing to this day.

The internship assessment task will definitely not be easy. Two people have already died, but it feels like the death will continue to spread.

Wu Shanshan: "Do you think there really are ghosts? Just like the Die Xian we invited last time."

Chen Sumei leaned close to her and whispered, "I'm really a little scared when you say that. It's really weird that day when I played Die Xian."

It is not impossible, any mission is possible, and anything may appear in the mission.

In line with the words of the two, the lights in the room flickered a few times, and then fell into darkness.

The night was a bit dark, and it was hard to see even one's fingers, but the two eyes of the human head in Yan Ling's hand showed a faint light.

Yan Ling is also a girl, still very weak and cute, she immediately threw that head forward and shouted.

"I don't believe it. I am an upright young man who grew up under the red flag. I adhere to the scientific outlook on development, firmly believe in materialism, and absolutely do not believe in ghosts and gods!"

Shit... She herself died, and she became a mission worker to help cannon fodder in the counterattack. How could she not believe in the theory of ghosts and gods?

This scene can't be really ghostly, can it?
"Ah~"

Chen Sumei yelled and hugged Wu Shanshan who was standing beside her.

Because the dead head that Yan Ling lost just happened to fall at her feet, and those blood-red eyes stared at her blankly.

"Ah~ Shanshan, quickly take this head away! Ahhh~"

The continuous screaming finally attracted everyone else.

The first to arrive was Cui Hao, wearing pajamas, with messy hair, and one of the slippers on his feet ran away.

Immediately after, the large army arrived, and Ao Xiang was also in the large army.

"what happened?"

"What happened?"

"Why are you here? What are you doing here?"

……

The crowd asked in a hurry.

Cui Hao raised his hand: "Everyone be quiet, don't yell, what are you three talking about?"

Wu Shanshan quickly said: "Sumei and I went to the bathroom at night, and we saw a figure flashing by in this room. We wondered if it might be the murderer, so we came over to have a look, but we didn't expect..."

Everyone: "What didn't you expect?"

"I didn't expect to see Lin Jinyan holding Fu Qing's head. Sumei was the one who yelled because she was frightened."

When Yan Ling entered this room, she didn't turn on the light at all, the whole room was pitch black, only the moonlight from the window sill came in, which happened to shine on the corpse.

And she didn't move at all, where did some figure flash past.

How dare Chen Sumei dare to come in and take a look? The more they suspected the murderer, the less they dared to come in and take a look, because they already knew how cruel the murderer was.

Wu Shanshan adapted and omitted a large paragraph, but pushed all the doubts about herself, and put all the problems on Yan Ling.

But Wu Shanshan's words also caught everyone's attention, the dead head lying quietly on the ground.

Since the lights in the house were off, everyone turned on the flashlights. It was unknown who shone the flashlight on the dead man's head.

Against the surrounding darkness, the light was like a spotlight.

Dark red, scabbed blood, and white coagulated brain were mixed together, and one of Fu Qing's eyes was about to fall out of the eye socket just after Yan Ling's fall.

"Yuck~"

"Wow~"

……

Suddenly there was a retching sound.

After a while, someone asked: "Lin Jinyan, what are you doing here? And... you also cut off Fu Qing's head."

Wu Shanshan: "She didn't cut the head. It can be seen from the severed part of the wound. The time is not tonight, but I still wonder why she appeared here. Can you answer me?"

Yan Ling gave her a funny look. Wu Shanshan just pushed everyone's suspicions on her, and now she's showing off her cleverness again.

(End of this chapter)