The autumn wind blew through the old corridor, making a sound of wind. In this dark and unused anatomy building, the temperature is several degrees lower than outside.

This building is obviously a few years old, the floors are all cement, no tiles are laid.

Lu Siyu's feet landed on the concrete floor, making bursts of light noises, which caused some echoes in the building.

Principal Zheng and Song Wen followed behind.

The corridor is a little dark, and you can see that there are some large or small rooms on both sides. Different signs are hung on the top of the rooms. Some of them are unrecognizable, and some of them can still see the writing on them. There is a reference room in the next room, an anatomical model room in the next room, an organ storage room, and a specimen making room.

Most of the rooms here have windows, but the windows have been closed all the year round, and they have long been covered with a thick layer of gray, making the corridor very dark.

Zheng Huai'an covered his nose and introduced: "This building has three floors. The first floor is where anatomical materials are stored, including models, organs, atlases, and photos. Most of the things here have been removed. A small number of them are still here. The second floor is the laboratory, and the third floor is the dissection room, which is divided into two types: the overall dissection room and the partial dissection room. There are six rooms in total, which can be used for several classes at the same time. There are large-scale dissection rooms at both ends of the corridor. elevators to facilitate the transportation of bodies.”

Lu Siyu walked into a darkroom and tried to press the switch, but the light didn't turn on. He walked around the room.

Song Wen also lit up with a flashlight. There was a skeleton in the corner and some small jars soaked in formalin. He squatted down and looked at the bones, which were covered with dust. Fortunately, it was just a model, and he could feel the plastic. It's a bit scary to see a white bone suddenly in this abandoned building. It's like a horror movie set.

However, Lu Siyu was very interested, and it felt like he was visiting a somewhat outdated human body museum. He turned to look at the small jars on the shelf beside him. On the old shelves, there are still some jars soaked in organs, some of which have been contaminated and are not complete, some jars have problems with the seal, the formalin has long been dry, and only the rest The dry organs were discarded here and not taken away.

"There's really nothing to see here..." Zheng Huaian didn't want to enter those rooms, so he said aside, "Two police officers, are you sure you want to watch it?"

Song Wendao: "Let's just stroll around, we won't damage this place. If Principal Zheng is afraid, he can wait for us outside."

"No...where else." Zheng Huai'an immediately denied, "This is where I used to go to school, how can I be afraid." At this point, Zheng Huai'an paused and didn't say too much, "It's just that there are quite a lot of dead people in this place. It always makes people feel that they are not at ease in their hearts.”

Song Wen couldn't help but continue to ask: "President Zheng, I have always been curious, where did all those corpses in the medical school come from?"

Principal Zheng said: "Most of them are donated bodies, and a small part is said to be prisoners or people who died outside, but I don't know."

"Then, if there is one more corpse here, can you find it?" Song Wen's brain was wide open.

"What?" Principal Zheng reacted before saying, "That's impossible. Every corpse has a hand card and a number, which is easy to distinguish."

Song Wen continued to ask: "What if the hand cards and numbers were faked? There should be no one to check..."

"This... I was a student back then, how do I know this..." Principal Zheng was asked.

"Hidden wood in the forest." Lu Siyu's cold voice suddenly came, and he looked back at Song Wen, "I like the idea, this is a good place to hide corpses."

Song Wendao: "Then, maybe the person who killed the teacher Qiu thought so."

Principal Zheng's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly said: "Mr. Qiu has slipped and fell, and our school can't stand any more rumors and gossip."

Lu Siyu looked around on the first floor, turned around and said, "I want to go to the corpse pool in the basement to see."

Generally, the corpse pools of medical schools are set underground, because the underground is cold and cold, which is more suitable for the storage of corpses.

The modern dissection building has a cold storage and a pool for distributing corpses.

In this old autopsy building, the corpse pools are several huge cement pools, which are poured with liquids such as formalin, and then put the corpses in. One corpse pool can soak dozens of corpses.

Zheng Huai'an led them to the basement. The room upstairs was still light. In the basement, it was completely dark, even colder than the upstairs.

Song Wen adjusted the flashlight function of the mobile phone to the maximum, but it could only illuminate a small area in front of him.

"This building is an old building, which is different from modern buildings. The current anatomy building is clean, with a corpse and a pool. They use hooks to pick up corpses from such a large corpse pool. We tell the person in charge here how many corpses are needed and what kind of corpses are needed, and the person will hook them up in advance before our class and put them on the iron net After the noodles are dry, another student will come and lift it up."

The entire basement was very large, with several thick load-bearing columns standing. Following Zheng Huai'an's words, they looked under their feet, and there were four deep corpse ponds arranged in an orderly manner on the ground. Going down with a flashlight, you can see something sticky and disgusting on the underside.

Each corpse pool is about three by three. Above the pit, you can see a grid made of iron wire. There are holes on the grid that can be opened, and now they are locked.

The smell here is more unpleasant than upstairs. It may be that the formalin potions were not emptied when they were cleaned at that time, and there is still a long-lasting old rotten smell in the air.

Song Wen and the others moved away from Zheng Huaian, lowered their voice and whispered to Lu Siyu: "This place reminds me of something..."

Lu Siyu looked up and asked him, "What?"

Song Wen whispered: "Yu Huizhi's last words, the gatekeeper of hell... These corpse pools look like hell on the eighteenth floor."

It's cold and empty here, if it's filled with corpses again...

Hell, underworld... These places and the anatomy building are often linked together.

From birth, humans have been unable to overcome the fear of death. When it comes to funeral homes, morgues, morgues, and the hospital's autopsy building, it's a place that makes people shudder.

Lu Siyu hummed indifferently. He stood on the edge of a corpse pool, bent down and looked down with his mobile phone. The corpse was taken away, but many corpses were dissected at the beginning. Some things, which don't know what organs or fat, were dried in the pool at this time, and it looked like a thick sea of ​​blood in hell.

After watching for a while, Lu Siyu stood up and said, "When the corpses are full, it should look spectacular."

Zheng Huai'an seemed to recall a memory in his heart: "I remember, if there is something different about Xia Weiwei, it is that she is very courageous, those girls, the first anatomy class is always afraid or something. At that time, she was very indifferent. I remember one time, she was standing on the edge of the iron net and looked down. At that time, there was a corpse just facing upwards. She said lightly, that's what a human corpse looks like. At that time, I immediately remembered that junior girl."

This police officer Lu's expression at this time reminded Zheng Huai'an of Xia Weiwei again.

After listening to Zheng Huai'an's words, Lu Siyu took a few steps forward, and with each step, the iron net under his feet trembled, making an overwhelmed creaking sound.

Standing on the iron net, Lu Siyu felt that he seemed to be approaching Xia Weizhi all of a sudden. That woman must have done such a thing back then. Others thought it was disgusting and terrible, but she felt that she could release herself...

Time and space were reversed, Lu Siyu looked down, and suddenly there seemed to be a sea of ​​corpses under his feet. Those corpses had numb faces, undulating in the formalin with the stirring of the hooks.

The nerves in my brain jumped, and there was a little pain, as if some answer was about to come out...

Before they came, they looked through the autopsy records of the year. There was alcohol in the corpse's stomach, and there was a large amount of formalin drowning solution. There were some scars on the hands, which were signs of struggle, and there were also some hooks on the body of the corpse. Hook up the scratches that the forensic doctor could not determine if those wounds were caused when the students later hooked up the body. But Lu Siyu thought that the corpse had just entered the corpse pool, and even if it was accidentally hooked, there would not be too many traces on it, but in the photo, the traces on the back of the corpse felt significantly more than other people soaked in the pool. corpse.

The day that Teacher Qiu drowned was the second night that Xia Weiwei returned to school.

That night, Xia Weiwei returned to the bedroom very late. Later, as a student who was close to Teacher Qiu, she also made a simple statement.

According to her, she read a book by herself in the study room of the library that night, and did not return to the dormitory until the library was about to close. The police do not know the exact time of Mr. Qiu's death, and cannot determine whether she is related to the case. But Lu Siyu judged that she should have enough time to commit the crime.

Both the school and the family felt that the case was a scandal. They were eager to put things to rest, and they might have run away from it.

The body was cremated in a hurry, and the police did not find any new clues. After a period of delay, it was judged to be an accident of drowning.

More than 20 years have passed, and now there is no more evidence to be found here, but if his profile of Xia Weiwei is correct...

Back then, Xia Weiwei should have been like this, watching the teacher named Qiu drown in this pool.

Lu Siyu seemed to hear the man's tragic cry for help, which caused echoes in the empty and quiet basement.

Xia Weiwei stood on the iron net with an indifferent expression, watching him struggle and calling for help.

His body was immersed in the icy water, and he swung his arms, making a splashing sound, and all he reached out and touched were the corpses that were soaked to the point of hardness. He was terrified, and every time he struggled to get up, he had to take several sips of the potion. Those were formalin soaked in corpses, which would burn the internal organs and make people sick.

At that time, she no longer regarded him as a lover, he was just a betrayal.

She enjoys this feeling, the pleasure of nerves is far greater than the pleasure of sex.

She was standing here, holding the long hook in her hand, and pressing him down again and again, his hand grabbed the iron net under her feet, and was scratched, and she tortured it repeatedly He grabbed him and pressed him down with the hook until he was powerless and motionless.

Teacher Qiu didn't come here for no reason. He must have been invited by her. At that time, she should have obtained the information related to him, and then Teacher Qiu was forced to come here.

After his death, the body was soon mixed with other bodies.

It was obviously dark and windless here, but Lu Siyu felt as if a gust of evil wind swept up from under his feet, mixed with a strong bloody smell, heavy and suffocating.

Lu Siyu squatted down. He seemed to see the corpse through the iron net. Unlike the other corpses, only the corpse was fresh and clothed. His eyes were open, soaked in some turbid water, his whole body was swollen, his mouth was slightly open, and he seemed to want to talk.

"Why did she want to kill you?" Lu Siyu used a very soft voice, as if talking to himself or asking him.

"Maybe she was pregnant with your child, but you refused to divorce her for her, you slandered her, then let her abort the child, and then broke up with her, that kind of thing was enough to stimulate her to do crazy things matter……"

The time interval is too far, and the real situation is unknown.

Lu Siyu felt that the reasoning part was a bit too much, but everything was logical, especially in line with Xia Weiwei's brain thinking logic.

All this happened in the anatomy building in the middle of the night. Teacher Qiu drank alcohol, and there is no evidence to prove that he fell down by himself or was thrown down by someone.

In Xia's unknown perception, this was a revenge murder that would leave no trace or evidence.

It was probably this murder that made her feel the thrill of killing.

The police's failure to pursue her led to her massacre in the nursing home.

But... if she wants to push an adult male into such a pool, she can't do it as a woman anyway.

If this is the first case, if Teacher Qiu died by homicide rather than an accident, Xia Weiwei must have an accomplice, and this accomplice is willing to accompany her to kill and keep a secret for her.

In the darkness ahead, Lu Siyu stood up and was about to continue walking.

Song Wen suddenly stopped him and said, "Be careful, the iron net is rusted, don't fall off."

Although there is no liquid below this, it is not particularly high, but it is still dangerous to fall, and it is very disgusting.

Lu Siyu then withdrew a few steps and came to a safe place. He suddenly turned his head and asked Zheng Huai'an: "Xia Weiwei often comes to the dissection building, is he familiar with the person in charge here?"

"The person in charge of the Anatomy Building? The teacher of the Academic Affairs Office?" Zheng Huaian asked him.

"No," Lu Siyu shook his head, "people at the lower level, he is poor, inconspicuous, powerful, and easily overlooked..."

Principal Zheng thought for a while and said: "It seems... there is such a man... tall... We don't talk to him very much, but Xia Weiwei seems to know him very well."

Song Wen asked Zheng Huai'an, "Is that person's name on the form?"

Principal Zheng shook his head: "No, I remember that man transporting corpses, not even a school worker."

Lu Siyu said to Song Wen: "This person has a special status. He is not a teacher, not necessarily a regular janitor, but a temporary worker, so he is not on the staff list. But this person can enter and leave the medical school every day. , he knows Xia Weiwei, and maybe, he loves her..."

It was the missing piece in their previous puzzle. Now, all this has finally formed a complete picture, with a reasonable explanation.

Lu Siyu thought about it again and took a deep breath, "More importantly, that person can use this identity to enter and leave the Wushan Nursing Home."

Elderly people often die in nursing homes. When the body is relatively intact, the person who agrees to donate the body is responsible for the transportation. Therefore, he is not on the list of the nursing home, but he knows most of the leaders and doctors of the nursing home, and he can go in and out of the nursing home at will, and he will not be suspected by people.

Principal Zheng still didn't know what key clues he had unintentionally revealed just now. Seeing the two policemen get excited, he asked blankly, "Is this person important?"

"Yes, it's very important!" Song Wen also understood, and turned to ask Zheng Huaian, "What do you remember about this man?"

Principal Zheng recalled, "At that time, there was a young man who was in charge of registering and managing corpses. Every time we went to class, we asked him for corpses. If there was a hospital or where a corpse was found, he would be notified to bring it over. When he's free, he sits at the door of the anatomy building..."

Song Wen continued to ask: "So Principal Zheng, do you know what his name is? Where did he go?"

Principal Zheng is embarrassed: "This... I don't know what his name is... This is a worker who transports corpses, doing the lowest job. Although he is always smiling, the students are very afraid of him and usually avoid him. Can't escape."

This is a job that requires courage and physical strength, but the income is very meager.

At that time, hauling corpses was calculated on a per-trip basis. That person drove a small broken car and went to a hospital, a nursing home, or a funeral home alone. Sometimes the corpses were carried downstairs and transported all the way back to the school. The corpses were cleaned and then soaked in the corpse pool.

That person... When he stayed in this anatomy building, he didn't feel fear, but felt like home... He was like Quasimodo in the bell tower, silently guarding her goddess.

Principal Zheng thought for a while and then said, "Don't be too discouraged. After the school merged, all the school staff files have been collected into one place... In this way, I will help you to get in touch and see if I can find this person. Relevant information……"

Song Wen continued to inspire him: "Then what did you call him when you were in school? Does he have any other codenames or nicknames?"

Zheng Huai'an seemed to remember something when he heard this, and recalled with a frown: "He always sat at the door of the anatomy building. At that time, it seemed that the students nicknamed him the gatekeeper of hell, and he seemed to like it. The name of..."

When Lu Siyu heard these words, his movements suddenly stopped. It seemed that Song Wen had said it, and this person really had something to do with Yu Huizhi's last words.

The three of them looked in the basement again. Except for the corpse pools, the rest of the place was already empty.

Lu Siyu suddenly stopped: "I seem to know who that person is..."

Song Wen looked at Lu Siyu's hand, his mobile phone was shining on the wall, there was a notice board for the staff on duty, the first few columns were tutors and the last column had a separate photo, it was a young man who looked like Mediocre, somewhat fierce, and his name was written below, but because of the age and some wear and tear, it can still be vaguely seen that the name is Shao Jinting.

Song Wen approached and said, "This person looks familiar..." He closed his eyes, imagining what this person should look like in twenty years, and then he became more and more sure and said, "This person, It seems to be the one who killed Yu Huizhi before..."

Lu Siyu also looked at the photo on the wall again. After listening to Song Wen's words, he looked at it again. The man was indeed very similar to the man who committed the murder that night.

Lu Siyu still remembered that it was a neat knife, and only people who are used to seeing life and death like this can kill Yu Huizhi in full view of the public...