After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

The narrow room is full of old debris, and the old windows are covered with a thick layer of dust, and the dim light shines in.

There was an old and decaying smell in the room.

"Sit down..." Dr. Chen limped into the room, sat down on the sofa full of debris, and said tremblingly, "What do you want to know?"

Ye Jia looked down at the wrinkled old woman with white hair in front of her, and said slowly: "At the beginning, you were one of the forensic doctors who dissected the two corpses, right?"

"Yes," she sighed, and said with emotion: "Although it has been a long time, my old lady, I still clearly remember the first time I saw the corpse... It was so miserable."

Wife hacked to death by her husband is nothing new for forensics.

However, in all the years of her career, she has only seen a person's internal organs chopped into an almost unrecognizable mash once, and what is required is no longer hatred or impulse, but almost madness His patience and care - the corpse placed on the autopsy table above the shoulders and below the pelvis is completely intact without any damage, but below the thoracic spine it has completely become a mixture of broken blood and broken internal organs Because the damage was so severe, they could not even confirm the cause of death of the victim.

Compared with the other corpse... it was much simpler.

The man's arms and palms were stained shockingly red by his wife's blood, his fingernails were full of remnants of flesh and blood, a crazy and weird smile remained on his pale and stiff face, and his cloudy eyes stared wide open. Instinctively, the spine felt chills. There was a scarlet wound in the center of his chest, and the white flesh was rolled outwards, and the blood no longer flowed outwards.

It is said that when the only son of the family came home from school, he happened to see his mother being mutilated.

It is said that the little boy stumbled to escape, but was chased, so in a panic, he picked up a fruit knife on the ground and stabbed his father in the chest.

In the porcelain white teacup, hot air curled up, covering Dr. Chen's glasses with a thin layer of mist.

She sighed, stopped talking, put the teacup on the table, then took off her glasses, and wiped them slowly with the corner of her clothes.

Ye Jia lowered her eyes and listened quietly.

His eyes fell on the rippling tea in front of him, like the pool of water scattered by the rain in the depths of his memory.

The thunderstorm outside thundered, and the rain poured down.

A pair of light-colored eyes constricted and trembled with fear, despair, and pain, but the pale, cold hand gripped the handle of the knife without a trace of trembling, and slowly, bit by bit, stabbed the blade into the man's chest. Blood gushed out from the wound, dyeing his fingers a dazzling scarlet in an instant.

The little boy let go.

The man's heavy body collapsed in front of him.

He turned around and walked step by step through the cruel and terrifying room like a hell on earth, the pool of blood under his feet made a sticky sound.

He stopped in front of the landline beside him, and slowly picked up the microphone, his blood-stained fingers leaving blurred fingerprints on the keys.

After a brief busy tone, the call was connected.

The immature child's voice has a kind of shocking reason and calmness;

"Hello, I want to call the police..."

"Two people died... yes, my mother and father."

"address is……"

With a clang, he put the microphone back in place.

The little boy turned his head, and only then began to tremble uncontrollably.

He stood fixedly in the middle of the blood and broken corpses, with lightning and heavy rain outside the window, and he was trembling like a leaf in a hurricane.

When the police arrived, in the blood-stained room, the little boy knelt down in front of his mother's body, with his head bowed and the rain dripping down his wet hair. On the corpse, above the heart, a fruit knife was submerged.

Doctor Chen sighed and said, "Later, the police determined that the child was acting in self-defense and did not pursue his responsibility. Unfortunately, the police did not find any other relatives of him, so it seems that he was sent to a foster family..."

She seemed to think of something, and suddenly stopped talking.

Dr. Chen looked up at Ye Jia who was sitting opposite, and said with some embarrassment:

"Oh, I'm getting old, and I can't help but babble, hey, young man, what was the question you wanted to ask me just now?"

Ye Jia raised his eyes, pursed his lips, and said:

"Excuse me, are there any organs missing from the... female victim's body?"

"This..." Dr. Chen was taken aback, as if she didn't expect the other party to ask such a question, she frowned slightly, thought carefully, and then said: "Because the corpse was damaged too badly at that time So, if there are any missing organs, I really don't know..."

Ye Jia was not surprised by this answer.

After all, even the body that died just last month, if he hadn't brought the little black hand, he would not have been able to notice that the heart was missing in the belly of the corpse that had been chopped into a pulp.

He continued to ask: "Then, did you find anything wrong during the autopsy?"

Dr. Chen frowned even tighter, as if he was racking his brains to remember: "This... seems to be nothing."

Although he had foreseen the possibility of this outcome, he could not help feeling disappointed.

Ye Jia sighed silently, put the tea cup in his hand down on the tray, and knocked it softly.

He wrote his mobile phone number on a piece of paper, put it on the table, and said:

"If you remember anything, any details are fine, please feel free to contact me."

After speaking, Ye Jia stood up and was about to turn around and leave.

At this moment, Dr. Chen's old voice sounded behind him: "Hey...it seems a little, a little strange."

Ye Jia was slightly taken aback, then turned his head to look behind him.

The wrinkled old woman in front of her raised her head and looked at Ye Jia through the glasses with her cloudy eyes, as if she had fallen into a long memory: "Well, I remember that on the spine of the corpse, there is a strange I don't think it's the marks left by a knife, but there seems to be no other explanation at that time..."

Ye Jia's breathing was slightly stagnant.

He said, "Can you draw it for me?"

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Outside the residential building, the sun was just right, and it shone warmly on the body, dispelling the cold and decaying atmosphere in the corridor in an instant.

Ye Jia lowered his head, scrutinizing the patterns on the paper.

The old man's hands were not steady, and the painting was trembling and uneven, but it was enough for Ye Jia to recognize its appearance.

——It was a very familiar logo.

The logo of the Occult Authority.

His fingers tightened slightly, leaving a trace of creases on the paper.

Ye Jia took a deep breath slowly, but his breathing trembled slightly, he clenched his teeth, folded the note a few times, and put it in his pocket.

Then, he took out his mobile phone, made calls to Chen Qingye and Wei Yuechu who were sent to investigate the other two cases, and said succinctly:

"Pay attention to the spine of the corpse and see if there are any strange marks."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Jia held the phone in his palm.

There was no superfluous expression on his face, as if covered with an extremely perfect mask.

Ji Xuan stood beside him, his scarlet eyes drooping slightly, fixedly staring at the young man in front of him.

The two stood quietly in silence, as if waiting for something.

After a long time, the mobile phone in the young man's hand suddenly vibrated.

Ye Jia was stunned, as if awakened by a start, and looked down at the lit screen of the phone in his palm.

——Wei Yuechu and Chen Qingye sent him messages respectively.

Most of the corpses have been buried or cremated, and have not been preserved. However, they checked the preserved records and found that some forensic autopsy records recorded that strange black spots were found on the spines of the corpses. However, these spots It has no effect on the bone quality, nor is it any pathological lesion, so they simply recorded it without further description

There are more than 20 corpses in total, and there are only four reports of such spots.

It's possible there were really only four, but it's also possible that the forensics were negligent—after all, the heterochromatic pattern on the spine wasn't their focus.

Ye Jia gripped the phone tightly.

He stared fixedly not far away, and after a long time, Ye Jia turned to look at Ji Xuan, and said:

"I'm going to the cemetery."

The corpses of 30 years ago did not need to be cremated. Although the cemetery is very old, it is still very complete. There are many traces of worship. Many tombstones have bouquets of fresh or withered flowers. There is a stale earthy smell in the air.

The cold bluestone slabs are covered with dust, surrounded by moss and weeds, and it seems that no one has taken care of them for a long time.

Ye Jia squatted down and gently raised his hand to press on the tombstone. Under his palm, the cold stone slab brought a tingling sensation.

He opened the ghost beast and pulled out the little black hand.

Xiao Hei held the mobile phone in his arms and was caught off guard: "Hey, what are you doing?"

It had just read the final words of "Marriage of the Dark: The Overbearing Ghost King Falls in Love with Me", and was abruptly pulled out by Ye Jia.

It said angrily: "Can't you say hello in advance!"

When the little black hand with teeth and claws saw Ji Xuan not far away, his movements froze suddenly.

Ji Xuan's scarlet eyes swept towards this direction without any emotion, and the little black hand was immediately frightened and hugged Ye Jia's fingers tightly: "Brother, big brother, why do you need me! Just order!"

Ye Jia threw it on the tombstone and said, "Go in and have a look."

Little Black Hand: "...Huh?"

Ye Jia took a deep breath slowly and said: "I remember you told me that in the building where the skinned body was found, you ate the girl's polluted soul before losing her mind, yes ?"

The little black hand twisted: "Yes."

Ye Jia's eyes drooped slightly, and he continued: "You also felt that kind of malice on the corpse whose heart was pulled out, didn't you?"

The little black hand was a little dazed, but he replied obediently: "Yes."

Ye Jia put his fingers on the tombstone in front of him, rubbed the cold bluestone surface gently with his fingertips, and said slowly: "Go and see if the corpse inside is also polluted. Mark of."

The little black hand let out an "oh", and then sank down, disappearing under the soil layer in the blink of an eye.

A few seconds later, its muffled voice came from under the ground: "...No."

Ye Jia was slightly taken aback.

No?

He said, "Look at the spine of the corpse, is there..."

Before Ye Jia finished speaking, he was interrupted by the little black hand that emerged from the ground. It climbed out from the ground unsteadily, looked at Ye Jia with its head, and said impatiently:

"Oh! You didn't understand me, I mean, there's nothing down there."

In an instant, Ye Jiaru was struck by lightning.

He was startled suddenly, and then took a quick step forward, his eyes fixed on the little black hand in front of him like sharp knives, his tone was slightly tight, and he asked sharply:

"What's the meaning?!"

Nothing at all?

The little black hand was taken aback by Ye Jia.

It shook its fingers, as if puzzled by his slightly strange attitude, and then continued:

"Yes, there is an empty coffin inside."