Chapter 39 Entering the play

The sanatorium was unusually silent in the night, and didn't know which window was not closed tightly.

The small side door at the end of the corridor was unlocked and creaked.

Fu Wenyuan pushed open the door without hesitation, and dragged Ye Rong into the room.

In the empty room was a small bed on which lay the body dug up from the woods in the morning.

The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, and the dim incandescent lamps were lit overhead, flickering and flickering.

The corpse should have been there for some time, and after the rain, the unpleasant smell of decay spread throughout the room.

Ye Rong put on a mask and disposable gloves, and folded his palms together, saying sorry and sorry countless times in his heart.

They must identify the deceased as soon as possible so that they can help find some clues, otherwise, the longer the delay, the more highly decomposed the body, and it will be difficult to deal with the police when the police arrive.

Fu Wenyuan stepped forward and gently lifted the white cloth covering her body, covering part of her body, only revealing her head and limbs.

She couldn't see anything on her scorched black legs, but Ye Rong saw deep scratches on her wrists and neck.

"This is..." Ye Rong asked, looking at the strange scar.

I saw Fu Wenyuan staring at the deep scar that was visible to the bone, and there seemed to be a flash of red light in his eyes. He put his gloved fingers on the wound on his wrist, and carefully touched his elbow along the dark black and cold skin. nest.

The more places he touched, the more intense the crimson in his eyes. He seemed to hear the girl's helpless and desperate cry, and saw the blade cut through the skin, and finally blood splashed on the broken earth wall.

He slowly let go of his hand, and his eyes that were different from ordinary people also returned to normal. He said with a serious expression: "It was bloodletting, while she was still alive."

Ye Rong was shocked. He couldn't imagine how painful it was, and he couldn't imagine who would kill such a weak girl so cruelly. He couldn't help but grieved, "Why, why..."

Fu Wenyuan frowned again to observe, and scanned the corpse back and forth, and found a hemp rope that was melted by the fire and almost connected to the flesh at the girl's ankle. It was tied to her ankle like a livestock.

Fu Wenyuan suddenly had a guess, but Rao was used to seeing life and death, and he felt a strong discomfort, and then said: "Rongrong, do you know that in some places, animals are used as sacrifices, and they will keep those animals in prison. Chained, sacrificed blood to the gods, and burned them on the altar after death."

Ye Rong glanced at him in disbelief, then turned to look at the girl's terrifying body. Hearing the hint in his words, he suddenly felt a tingling in his scalp, and for a long time he struggled to squeeze out a sentence: " You mean, she...she was..."

Fu Wenyuan stabilized him, shook his head and said, "I'm not sure either, just guessing."

Having said that, Ye Rong's stomach surged when he thought of this possibility, feeling disgusted by the cruelty and absurdity of human nature.

The girl's thick black hair on the bed was scattered on both sides, revealing her face. If there were no corpse spots and all kinds of filth, Ye Rong guessed that she would be a smart and lovely girl. His eyes are full of simplicity and sincerity, and he is shy but very enthusiastic when talking to people.

Ye Rong thought so suddenly, and the familiar feeling came again.

He looked at the side face of the girl who would always be quiet, familiar or unfamiliar faces kept appearing and sinking in his memory, and the answer in his heart was about to come out.

He took a step back and grabbed Fu Wenyuan's hand, and murmured, "She, this child, do you think she and..."

But before Ye Rong could finish her words, a scream louder than in the early morning broke the silence in the depths of the night.

There was a fire in the backyard of the nursing home, where they kept emergency supplies and props for the idol.

The raging fire burned several cars of supplies in the warehouse. Almost the entire crew woke up from their dreams and rushed over, but no one dared to go forward to put out the fire.

Because they were shocked by the scene in front of them.

The man covered in fire screamed miserably in the heavy rain, twisting his burning limbs, as if he was dancing a strange and frightening dance, and finally knelt down in front of the god statue as if he was being stunned. In repentance, in prayer, let the fire devour yourself without moving.

The shrill screams made one's heart tremble, and the heavy rain that was about to drown everything was unable to extinguish the growing flames on his body.

"Han Jing, it's Han Jing..." Kong Chensheng, who was standing beside Ye Rong and was also attracted by the scream, suddenly said this.

Ye Rong, who was also familiar with the script, couldn't help but shudder, and the flames that did not go out in the distance seemed to ignite his eyes in an instant.

The way this person died was very similar to the first person Han Jing killed in the story, and even the posture of kneeling to the god statue at the end was exactly the same.

For a time, almost everyone seemed to be in the play, not knowing whether they were in or out of the play.

Suddenly, a silver dragon-like lightning hovered over the clouds, illuminating the faces of people with different expressions, followed by a thunderous roar, and everyone suddenly woke up like a dream.

So some people shouted in shock one after another, "Save people! Hurry up and save people!"