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"Dong Peng, why are you here now?" Dr. Zhan, who came to take over early in the morning, looked at Dong Peng across the corridor in confusion.

However, the man across the corridor seemed to have not heard anything, and went upstairs without stopping.

"Dong Peng?" Dr. Zhan called again in confusion.

However, it still didn't work.

"Did I recognize the wrong person?" Dr. Zhan quickened his pace and walked forward a few steps, wanting to see who the man was.

However, even if Dr. Zhan quickened his pace, the man had disappeared when he walked to the stairs.

"Strange." Dr. Zhan frowned slightly, and for a moment he was not sure whether the man was Dong Peng.

The man just now was almost the same as Dong Peng in terms of figure and walking style, but the other party was wearing a mask and wide-framed eyes. If he was sure, Dr. Zhan was not sure.

"Ah!!!"

Just when Dr. Zhan was wondering, a sharp scream suddenly sounded, interrupting Dr. Zhan's thoughts.

"What happened?" Dr. Zhan muttered to himself, and rushed upstairs without thinking about anything else.

"Murder! Murder!" Just after reaching one floor, a young nurse ran and shouted: "Murder! Help!"

"What's the situation?" Dr. Zhan stretched out his hand to stop the young nurse: "What happened?"

"Zhan, Dr. Zhan!" Seeing Dr. Zhan, the young nurse felt like she had seen her backbone.

Who in the whole hospital doesn't know that Dr. Zhan is a strong woman? She is a first-class vigorous and daring person.

"Take a breath and talk slowly." Doctor Zhan knew that he couldn't show any weakness at this time, and said firmly: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

"Yes, yes." Seeing that Doctor Zhan was so calm, the young nurse seemed to be infected. She sat down on the ground, took a few deep breaths, and then continued: "Just now, I went to the ward for rounds, and when I walked to 507, I suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood. I didn't pay much attention to it at first, because the patient in 507 was injured, and I thought the wound had burst. As a result, the result..."

"What was the result?" Doctor Zhan looked at the young nurse who was about to cry, and asked calmly: "The result was that the person died?"

"Yes! Yes!" The young nurse swallowed nervously: "As soon as I entered, I saw the only patient in 507 lying... in a pool of blood, with a knife stuck in his chest!"

"Did you see the murderer?" Doctor Zhan asked with his nerves tense.

The most troublesome thing now is not that someone has been killed, but that the murderer may still be lurking nearby.

"No, no." The young nurse shook her head like a rattle: "Doctor Zhan, from the time I went in to the time I came out, I only saw the patient in 507, and I didn't see anyone else."

"I didn't see the murderer." Doctor Zhan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't see the murderer, and no one chased her. It seemed that everything was fine. Thinking of this, Doctor Zhan nodded calmly: "Let's go, take me to see."

It's not that Doctor Zhan didn't know the way, but if she went alone, she would still be scared.

"Ah?" Hearing this, the young nurse was directly scared: "Zhan, Doctor Zhan, you mean, you still have to go back?"

"Yeah." Doctor Zhan nodded expressionlessly: "Go and confirm the patient's condition first, maybe there is still hope!"

"Oh, okay!" The young nurse heard this and realized that she had forgotten the most important thing.

Where is this? This is the hospital! As long as the person is not dead, there is a possibility of saving him!

"Let's go!" Doctor Zhan said as she waved her hand and strode towards Room 507. If you only look at her steps, it's hard to tell that she was actually very scared.

"Squeak..." The door of Room 507 was carefully and gently pushed open.

When he saw the dead, Doctor Zhan couldn't help shaking his hands.

Hearing about a dead person is one thing, seeing a dead person is definitely another!

This person died in a really ugly way!

A knife pierced his chest directly.

The whole person was half-lying and hanging upside down on the bed, with his head on the ground, facing the door, and his back half on the bed, facing the window.

Just as the nurse said, he was soaked in blood. Not only that, a lot of blood flowed in the whole room. This was because the knife was not pulled out, otherwise the ceiling might be bright red now.

"It seems that there is no hope for rescue." Doctor Zhan looked at the state of the deceased, and then bravely went up to test the body temperature: "It is already far below normal, it seems that it did not just happen."

"Then, what should we do?" The young nurse who was originally pulled back hid behind the door and said nervously: "Let's call the police?"

"Of course we should call the police. You are at the door. Call the police first. I will go downstairs to find the security guard." Doctor Zhan tried his best not to lose his mind and tried his best to dispel the fear in his heart.

"Okay... okay!" Although the young nurse was uneasy, she felt a little relieved when she saw Doctor Zhan's calm expression. She was not as nervous as at the beginning, and nodded with all her strength: "I will call, don't worry!"

"Okay, then I will go, and make sure to keep an eye on the scene!" Doctor Zhan reminded again, and then turned and walked towards the stairs.

...

"Director Wang, the phone." A policeman nervously handed the phone to Director Wang: "It's that person who is looking for you."

"Hmm?" Director Wang frowned and took the phone.

This guy is really weird. It's ok that he uses different phone numbers every time he calls. He even uses different numbers every time. The first time he used the landline of the bureau, the last time he used his own cell phone, and this time he used a police officer's cell phone.

"Hello, Director Wang." The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be in a more normal mental state this time, and slowly said, "Director Wang, I'm waiting for you at the next crime scene. I wonder how long it will take your technicians to locate me?"