Chapter 116 Emergence!

Because of the suddenness of the incident, in order to shorten the process of dissection and autopsy, several corpses were transferred to Tongcheng Affiliated Hospital to help with the post-mortem investigation.

Tongcheng is a peaceful city, and for this reason, the sudden appearance of such a serious homicide case instantly attracted attention from all sides. News about the incident had spread throughout WeChat Moments and Weibo circles, and many citizens even developed feelings of panic and unease as a result.

This, to some extent, put pressure on the police handling the case.

The police force was fully invested, hoping to find the truth of the incident as soon as possible, and a special task force was also directly established. Of course, these things had nothing to do with Zhou Ze.

Right now, he only needed to confirm one thing, that was whether the dead doctors and nurses were killed by someone, or by... ghosts.

In fact, Zhou Ze didn't feel any unease in his heart about the deaths of those people, nor would he randomly take responsibility or feel guilty. If that female ghost had been more capable and normal, she would have become Zhou Ze's tool for借刀杀人 (borrowing a knife to kill someone). Those bastards who used human lives as gambling tools made the world a little cleaner by dying.

But what Zhou Ze couldn't tolerate was that if there was another ghost hiding in the dark, and he hadn't noticed it, and it started killing people as soon as he left, that would be his dereliction of duty.

He hunted geese all day long, but he didn't expect to be pecked in the eye by a goose. This feeling wasn't so wonderful.

Casually stealing a white coat and putting it on, Zhou Ze walked into the morgue. Two corpses were being dissected, and three were staying here. Zhou Ze used to be a doctor here and had worked here for ten years, so he was naturally very familiar with the Affiliated Hospital.

Moreover, Zhou Ze had actually been to this morgue once after his rebirth. Last time, he encountered the incident of several children fighting over the property of their old mother, and no one came to claim her body.

The old Daoist also rushed over from the police station and met Zhou Ze at the Affiliated Hospital. He used his connections with some reporters to obtain some superficial information reports and quickly came to report to Zhou Ze.

However, to the old man's disappointment, Zhou Ze was not interested in this news. He was different from his previous boss; he lacked interest in investigating cases.

The temperature of the morgue was certainly not high; it was eerie inside and out.

"Boss, why are the corpses being transported to the hospital for dissection?" The old Daoist couldn't understand this matter.

"Forensic talents are in short supply even in developed countries, and the same is true in China. If it's just a case involving one or two lives, of course this wouldn't be necessary, but this time more than a dozen people died. The forensic power originally allocated by the Tongcheng Police Department is definitely not enough, so they can only seek assistance from civilian units."

Zhou Ze checked the numbers and glanced at the forms behind the door, then pulled out a freezer, inside which lay the corpse of an old woman with gray hair.

The old Daoist looked at the corpse and immediately widened his eyes, saying, "This must have been done by a ghost. The nurse小姐姐 (xiǎo jiě jie, little miss) has been sucked dry!"

Zhou Ze reached out and tapped on the iron plate. "This is the corpse of the patient in the hospital basement."

"Oh, is that so."

The old Daoist touched his head a little embarrassed.

"Then how did she die?" the old Daoist asked again.

"The corpse suffered from cancer before her death. Those patients lying in the basement being used as gambling tools had already had all medical assistance terminated. They could die at any time.

Roughly speaking, this corpse doesn't have any obvious external injuries, and I didn't sense any residual baleful aura from her body."

"Then is her cause of death very strange and difficult to find?" The old Daoist stroked his chin pretentiously, as if he was also deeply immersed in thought at this moment. "Then that's interesting. The cause of death is unpredictable. There must be something strange here."

"Died of illness."

"Huh?"

"I said, she should have died of illness."

"This…"

If it wasn't Zhou Ze in front of him, but someone else, the old Daoist would probably have started cursing directly.

Died of illness, and you still analyzed it for so long, and even made me pretend to be so engrossed.

Wouldn't I be embarrassed!

Zhou Ze ignored the old Daoist's thoughts and pulled out the second corpse, which was a male corpse, a young male corpse.

"This corpse looks a bit familiar, oh, oh crap, it's the security guard's corpse." The old Daoist recognized who the corpse was, after all, he had had physical contact with this security guard.

Zhou Ze reached out and lifted the corpse's jaw, there was a dark red wound here.

The wound was very deep, and the incision was very smooth.

"Was his neck cut?"

The old Daoist guessed.

Zhou Ze nodded, the cause of death was excessive blood loss from a sharp weapon cutting his neck.

Zhou Ze then pushed open the freezer where the third corpse was located, which was a female corpse.

"I know this one too, she's a nurse from the hospital. She was wearing Peppa Pig underwear at the time, so I took a few more glances."

Zhou Ze examined the female corpse's jaw and found that there was no wound here, but then, going down her neck, Zhou Ze saw a very deep cut below the female corpse's left chest. The wound was not as long as the neck wound of the male corpse next door, but the depth should be more terrifying.

Excluding other possible accidental factors, based solely on Zhou Ze's own experience from his previous life, the fatal wounds of these two people should be the two wounds he found.

"This was stabbed with a dagger, right?"

The old Daoist could be considered a person who had roamed the martial world, and for a while, he was also a barefoot doctor in the countryside. Although his skills were only about fooling people, he could be considered knowledgeable.

"It should be a sharp weapon similar to a dagger." Zhou Ze nodded.

Ghosts don't use knives to kill people, so, it seems that it was done by humans.

Since it was done by humans, then it had nothing to do with Zhou Ze. Yang (the living) affairs were to be handed over to the police; he was only responsible for collecting ghosts.

But this matter still made Zhou Ze very uncomfortable. He did want to kill these doctors and nurses before, that's true, but in the end he didn't kill them, but he could actually imagine a scene in his mind:

That was after he and the old Daoist left,

There was a person, holding a dagger or a small knife in his hand, came to this hospital, and these nurses and doctors were probably still unconscious.

He approached them one by one, slitting their throats or stabbing them in the abdomen, causing them to die painfully from blood loss while unconscious.

The people that the ghosts didn't kill, were helped along by humans.

Whether I kill them or not is my business, but you took advantage of my departure and their unconsciousness to come and finish them off, Zhou Ze had a feeling of being taken advantage of and schemed against.

"Let's go, it's nothing." Zhou Ze said.

Since it wasn't the work of ghosts, Zhou Ze also planned to withdraw.

"Then... do I still need to turn myself in?"

"With such a big thing happening, it's impossible to hide some things. Even if you don't turn yourself in, this black industrial chain will be dug out in this matter."

"That's good."

The old Daoist was really worried that Zhou Ze would continue to make him turn himself in and become some kind of tainted witness.

Walking out of the hospital, it was already late at night. There were quite a few night snack stalls outside. The old Daoist suggested eating something, after all, he hadn't eaten anything since noon.

Zhou Ze nodded in agreement. He also felt that his steps were a bit weak. Xu Qinglang had returned to his hometown, and his appetite had been obviously poor these days.

However, because he didn't bring plum juice, the old Daoist ate heartily next to him, but Zhou Ze ate very difficultly, forcing himself to swallow each bite of food with extreme pain while fighting the urge to vomit.

Moreover, the food at the night snack stalls was relatively oily, which made Zhou Ze's eating even more difficult.

As the old Daoist ate, he touched his mouth, got up, went to the front, and came back with two still-warm steamed buns in his hand.

"Boss, you should eat something light. There happens to be a 24-hour bakery in front, so I bought you two steamed buns."

Zhou Ze also put down his chopsticks and took the steamed buns. He had to eat something, at least, to maintain the energy needed for his body to function, and he couldn't let his body be emptied and collapse.

Holding the steamed buns in his hand, Zhou Ze shook his head helplessly, "The steamed buns aren't fresh."

"Um..." The old Daoist said helplessly, "After all, it's already night. To eat fresh ones, you can only wait until the morning when they just open."

Zhou Ze poked the steamed bun with his fingernail, the outside was very soft, and the inside was a bit hard.

Just as he was about to tear off a piece and put it in his mouth, Zhou Ze suddenly froze.

He suddenly turned the steamed bun in a different direction, looking at the spot where his fingernail had just pierced.

Dropping the steamed buns in his hand, Zhou Ze immediately stood up and ran across the road towards the hospital.

"Boss!"

The old Daoist shouted, seeing that Zhou Ze ignored him, he had no choice but to throw two hundred yuan on the table, shouted "Check, please" to the night snack stall owner, and then ran after his boss.

The two returned to the hospital again, and Zhou Ze went straight to the morgue. Coincidentally, a doctor in a white coat walked out of the morgue door, but fortunately, he was facing away from Zhou Ze and walked to the other side, going upstairs from there.

After the doctor left, Zhou Ze and the old Daoist opened the morgue door and entered again.

Zhou Ze personally pulled open a freezer, and the female corpse lay inside.

"Boss, what exactly is going on?" The old Daoist asked breathlessly.

"It wasn't killed by a dagger." Zhou Ze said in a deep voice.

"If it wasn't a dagger, then it was a small knife, so you specifically ran back for this?" The old Daoist sighed.

Zhou Ze didn't speak,

But silently let his index fingernail grow out,

Then,

The black fingernail was gently placed by Zhou Ze under the female corpse's left chest,

Following the wound that was left behind,

It pierced in,

Seamlessly!

It wasn't killed by a dagger,

Nor was it killed by a small knife,

In fact, it wasn't killed by any sharp tool,

It was a fingernail,

It was a fingernail!

The old Daoist's mouth immediately widened, and he was even so surprised that he didn't know what to say, and could only tremble:

"Zom... zom…" (僵 jiāng, stiff, rigid; here referring to a jiāngshī, a Chinese hopping vampire or zombie)

"I was wondering why I felt so familiar when I first saw this wound." Zhou Ze turned his head and looked at the old Daoist, saying, "Pull out the male corpse's freezer too, and verify it again."

The old Daoist immediately nodded and pulled open the freezer where the male corpse was located,

Then the old Daoist froze,

And said:

"Boss, this is bad, something happened!"

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ze pulled out his fingernail, turned around, and looked towards the old Daoist's side.

"The corpse... the corpse is gone!"

The old Daoist turned to the side to look at Zhou Ze, indicating that the freezer he pulled out was empty.

Then,

An even more terrifying scene appeared. The old Daoist reached out and pointed to Zhou Ze with some trembling,

Because he saw,

Behind Zhou Ze,

The female corpse that was originally lying on the freezer shelf,

Was slowly sitting up,

The female corpse turned her face,

Wearing a smile,

Looking at him...