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Another familiar face also appeared in front of me. The middle-aged man anxiously stretched out his hand to help the woman up, but unexpectedly the woman suddenly changed her face, grabbed his hair, and pushed his head toward the pot on the stove. The hot porridge scalded the man's face, the pot overturned, and the man's head hit the lighted fire due to inertia, and his hair quickly burned.

The woman seemed to be suddenly relieved. She didn't even care about the man's howling. She smiled, held her waist, and took a few steps back.

There was too much movement here, and a young man in pajamas came out of the bedroom.

"Dad, Aunt Gu, what...Dad!" The young man shouted and hurriedly rushed to the kitchen.

The woman surnamed Gu then calmed down her expression and said with feigned concern: "Your dad fell down accidentally, he..."

Looking at this scene, I realized that this dream was related to Zhang Xinrou again. What do those fast switching clips mean?

Looking at the skillful movements of the woman surnamed Gu after she felt the pain, she was the first person to be infected. She knew how to get rid of the pain, and she could attack Zhang Xinrou's husband—or perhaps her ex-husband—without hesitation.

Who is in front of this woman named Gu?

I recalled the flashbacks and remembered that the previous one seemed to be a middle-aged man. Like most people, he was suddenly stimulated in his sleep. There was a picture of a girl on his bedside table. There is also a scene where he was "infected" for the first time, including the furious woman surnamed Gu and the girl. Is this the ex-husband named Gu?

I was thinking, Zhang Xinrou's son had already helped his father put out the fire on his head, and anxiously washed the burns on his face. He glanced at the woman named Gu a few times, his eyes full of suspicion and anger. The woman surnamed Gu had false concern on her face. She glanced at Zhang Xinrou's ex-husband's lower back, her eyes darkened, and she moved her fingers slightly.

Only then did I notice that Zhang Xinrou’s ex-husband showed no signs of being infected by other people! There is no injury on him! what is this? Zhang Xinrou didn't forget her love for him even after she died?

And this woman surnamed Gu, why didn’t the dream switch to the first time she was infected?

My thoughts were interrupted by screams.

The woman surnamed Gu covered her lower back again and curled up.

Zhang Xinrou's son was startled. Seeing the two injured people at home, he quickly called the emergency phone.

The woman surnamed Gu gritted her teeth and stared at the back of Zhang Xinrou's son. She suddenly picked up the kitchen knife on the counter next to her and stabbed him.

Blood splattered on the spot!

Zhang Xinrou's son cried out in pain, turned around and pushed the woman surnamed Gu backwards.

"Are you crazy?"

"Son, I fell on my own. It has nothing to do with your Aunt Gu." Zhang Xinrou's ex-husband's face was swollen and blistered, and he couldn't open his eyes. He was groping in the kitchen, not forgetting to speak to the woman named Gu.

"It's you who drove me crazy! It's all because of you, father and son! That woman is clinging to me, she's clinging to me! Ah... it hurts... it hurts..." The woman surnamed Gu covered her bleeding lower back, His face turned pale and his voice gradually became softer.

Zhang Xinrou's son was stunned.

Her ex-husband was also stunned and murmured: "Xiao Gu, you...how did you..."

In my eyes, the woman named Gu seems to overlap with Zheng Xinxin.

He was also tortured to the point of madness, and he also attacked others without any scruples, just to free himself.

I don't know what kind of qualitative changes happened after Zhang Xinrou's pain was transmitted to them, but looking at these cases, I can't help but tremble in my heart.

The woman surnamed Gu's breath weakened, and blood flowed all over the floor. She fell right next to the dining table, and blood flowed over the legs of the dining table and the chairs, and then...

I saw in the blood the blank marks of a pair of feet.

Zhang Xinrou's son, who was continuing to call an ambulance, also saw it, as did the woman surnamed Gu who was lying on the ground.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

Blood dripped into a pool of blood.

Like them, I moved my gaze upwards and saw a body sitting on a chair.

The corpse sat upright. Its pale skin, obvious spots on the corpse, dull eyesight, and chest that did not rise and fall all proved that it was a corpse.

"Mom..." Zhang Xinrou's son moved his lips.

The woman surnamed Gu's eyes widened, her weak breath suddenly disappeared, her chest swelled, as if she took a breath of cold air, and in an instant, she died.

Zhang Xinrou's body was still bleeding from the lower back, and the blood was still bright red, mixed with the blood of the woman named Gu.

Bang!

The corpse was crooked and fell into a pool of blood. It seemed to have melted and disappeared in the blood.

My eyes flashed when I saw the woman surnamed Gu coming out of the kitchen carrying dishes. Sitting at the dinner table were Zhang Xinrou's son and the woman surnamed Gu's daughter. Zhang Xinrou's ex-husband brought out the soup. One person looks like a happy family of four sitting around the dinner table. Zhang Xinrou, who they couldn't see, was also sitting at the dining table, eating her own meal. At this time, the woman surnamed Gu walked to Zhang Xinrou, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

At that moment, Zhang Xinrou started to tremble violently.

The woman surnamed Gu jumped up, touched the chair in confusion, and then sat down with a smile.

This time, Zhang Xinrou disappeared, there was no ghost, and there was no body.

I know that the "infection" started the moment the woman named Gu replaced Zhang Xinrou and sat in her seat.

Now, the woman surnamed Gu is dead and the infection has ended.

But, what about Zhang Xinrou’s ghost? Did she find peace? Where is her body?

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...

The red pool of blood magnified in front of me, and I felt dizzy. The cold air and the soft whisper of a woman replaced the bloody and silent living room.

I raised my eyes and saw several skeletons in front of me, and glass jars containing formalin and human organs were placed on the shelves next to them. The sheer number of these specimens is astonishing.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...

The woman's voice was still so soft, but I could tell that it was the voice of a different person.

Zhang Xinrou... is here. There were other victims.

I was terrified. Looking at these specimens, I seemed to be witnessing murders.

Follow a woman who lives alone, and then look for an opportunity to strike. The body will be processed and made into a specimen.

Placenta... Couldn't the placenta Ye Qing gave me have something to do with this? Could it be that the placenta was not used to deal with Xiao Tianci but to solve this matter?

I was confused and didn’t know what to do when faced with so many specimens.

Are they ghosts?

But there is no body. Even Zhang Xinrou has no body.

Just a spirit body?

So what should I do?

I calmed myself down and searched the warehouse-like room.

As long as you know where this is and let Chen Yihan send people to search, the murderer can be arrested and brought to justice.

In his ears was a woman's low cry of pain, and in front of him was a strange human specimen. Originally I wasn't afraid of either of them, but when combined with a cruel and cold-blooded serial killer, I couldn't help but feel a little scared.

After walking around the room, I saw a labeled specimen in the corner that said Huizhou University School of Medicine.

Huizhou University School of Medicine is a famous school with a famous major!

As soon as the idea came to my mind, I heard the sound of "clacking" and the sound of "gurgling" water.

I turned my head suddenly and saw those skeletons making incredible head turning movements, and the eyes in the specimens also turned towards me.

The woman's whisper disappeared at some point.

I was stared at stiffly and sweating profusely.

Cold sweat...cold sweat?

My body was tense, and I suddenly found myself holding the cold handrail of the stairs. My body was tilted, and my clothes were soaked in cold sweat. I didn't know if I was frightened by the fall just now, or by those skeletons.