Ex-wife villain

Ge Dasheng's body was placed in the cold warehouse on the north side of the compound.

That is, the morgue.

If the body of a general homicide case is not collected by the family, it will be temporarily stored in Yamen Yizhuang. But for murder cases involving monsters, their bodies will first be placed in the six-door cold storage.

Only after the case is fully investigated and the body is confirmed to be free of evil spirits will the family members be able to claim it.

If the family members do not accept it, they will be burned at the six gates.

Jiang Shouzhong handed the identity token to the caretaker, and after confirming that it was correct, he registered all relevant information such as his name, entry time, and which corpse he wanted to see on the warehouse registration list before entering the cold warehouse.

The body was sent to a separate autopsy room by the cold storage staff.

It's extremely cold in Hanku. No matter how thickly you wear, you can still feel the cold that penetrates your skin.

Coupled with the long-term storage of corpses, the yin energy accumulates like the deep sea. If you stay here for a long time, it will be like drowning in the abyss of sea water, making it difficult to breathe.

But this time something was strange.

After Jiang Shouzhong entered Hanku, he felt that the yin energy here was very comfortable.

It's like there's something in the body that's greedily absorbing it.

Jiang Shouzhong rubbed his palms vigorously, breathed into his mouth, and looked at Ge Dasheng's body carefully.

In fact, there is no need for an autopsy, it was already done in Jiang Shouzhong, Wufeng Temple. The evil spirit that filled the wound where the heart was ripped out has completely dissipated.

Jiang Shouzhong came here just to make the corpse speak.

But whether it can be successful is another matter.

Although he has "psychic" ability, it doesn't always work.

It's like if the King of Hell's Palace is unwilling to let him go, no matter how much effort he expends, it will be in vain.

Jiang Shouzhong moved a wooden stool with faded paint from the corner, sat in front of the horrifying corpse with the heart removed, and slowly closed his eyes.

It was freezing cold and silent inside the corpse room.

The lying corpses and the sitting living people were like sculptures sealed with wax, lifeless.

Time passes slowly.

After an unknown amount of time, the originally dark corpse room became darker and darker, and the dimly visible mottled walls disappeared silently into the darkness.

Black shadows spread from all sides of the corpse room, seeming to swallow everything up.

In the end, except for the bodies of Jiang Shouzhong and Ge Dasheng, everything around them was endless and terrifying black.

A weak light enveloped them.

It’s like a stage imprisoned by lights, weird and fantastic.

"Crack!"

In the dead darkness, a sound like the dislocation of bones suddenly sounded.

The next moment, the body that had been lying quietly sat up straight, like a marionette.

Ge Dasheng's lifeless, death-like cheeks slowly turned around mechanically and stiffly, and he opened his deep blood-stained eyes and stared at Jiang Shouzhong with a sinister smile.

Jiang Shouzhong was not frightened by the horrific scene before him, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.

Good luck, the channeling was successful!

Just thinking about the upcoming side effects gave Jiang Shouzhong a headache.

He really didn't want to play psychic unless he had to.

It was so torturous.

Jiang Shouzhong sat still on the stool, staring at Ge Dasheng who had turned into a corpse, and asked: "At midnight on the 17th, you left Yunchu Gambling House and went to Wufengguan alone to meet a person, intending to blackmail him. Silver, but I didn’t expect that the other party was a monster and killed you, right?”

Ge Dasheng did not respond, with a sly smile still on his pale face.

The originally dead black shadows around him suddenly turned into thick black ink as if they were alive as Jiang Shouzhong opened his mouth, crawling towards Jiang Shouzhong and his body.

Soon the black ink spread onto Jiang Shouzhong's calf...

Seeing that the corpse had no reaction, Jiang Shou was surprised.

Could it be that the one who killed him wasn't a monster?

Jiang Shouzhong asked tentatively: "Is he a human?"

At this time, Ge Dasheng, who was originally smiling slyly, finally opened his mouth, black and red blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth, and he let out a hoarse voice like a demon,

"Bitch...bitch..."

Bitch?

Jiang Shouzhong was surprised, "So, the person who killed you was a woman? And she wasn't a demon? But your heart was clearly taken away by a demon..."

Suddenly, Jiang Shouzhong's pupils shrank, thinking of something.

The murderers...are two!

One person, one monster!

The person who killed Ge Dasheng was a human, but the one who took out Ge Dasheng’s heart was a demon!

The black ink had spread to Jiang Shouzhong's waist, and the corpse's legs were completely soaked... But Jiang Shouzhong didn't care about all this.

Taking the initiative to make the dead speak can only do this.

It was like forcibly dragging him out of the Palace of Hell for interrogation.

Unless the dead person is willing to take the initiative to talk to him, such as the old man or Zhang Lang he met in Xing'an Lane before.

But if the death lasts more than seven days, you will never be able to talk to the deceased.

Jiang Shouzhong stared at Ge Dasheng's blood-red, pupil-less eyes and asked again: "Do you know the person who killed you, right? What's her name?"

"Bitch...bitch..."

Ge Dasheng still repeated these two words.

Sure enough, this method of directly asking for answers will not work. You must guide the other party to tell the key words.

Jiang Shouzhong sighed and had no choice but to make the next inference, "On the night of the 14th, you and Zheng Shanqi went to Zhao Wancang's house to steal, but you, who were supposed to be letting loose, suddenly left midway.

Is it because you saw someone having an affair in the idle mill shed of Aunt Zhang's house, so you went to take a peek out of curiosity, but you saw a monster, right? So you want to blackmail the other party. "

"Bitch...bitch..."

Ge Dasheng's mouth opened and closed, as if there was a thread secretly controlling it, always shouting the word "bitch".

The sound was like a dull knife grinding a stone, extremely unpleasant.

"That's not right?"

Jiang Shouzhong frowned.

Black ink spread to his neck.

At first glance, most of Jiang Shouzhong's body was completely melted into the darkness, and it seemed that only his head was left floating in the air. The scene looked particularly strange.

However, Jiang Shouzhong didn't notice that the little golden man in his body was greedily absorbing the yin energy.

The little golden man lies happily in the man's pubic area.

Pat your belly.

I can’t finish it, I can’t finish it at all!

Realizing that there was not much time, Jiang Shouzhong's brain was spinning rapidly, and he suddenly remembered that Wen Laoba and this guy often hang out at Yunchu Gambling House, and he spoke quickly again,

"You once heard Wen Laoba talk about someone having an affair there, so you happened to see the mill shed when you were on guard that night.

Driven by curiosity, I thought about taking a look, but it turned out that no one was having an affair there.

However, you unexpectedly saw another scene..."

"Poison...poison..."

Ge Dasheng's purple-black lips, which were constantly opening and closing mechanically, finally spit out different words.

Poison! ?

Jiang Shouzhong was stunned.

Ge Dasheng saw someone poisoning him at that time! ?

Jiang Shouzhong's eyes flickered, "So, you saw a woman poisoning you, so you planned to blackmail her, but you didn't expect to be killed by the woman."

At this time, the thick black ink had already submerged his lips, and also submerged Ge Dasheng's face.

In an instant, the two of them were completely engulfed by the black liquid.

The dead cannot speak.

No living person could speak.

……

Jiang Shouzhong, who seemed to be drowning, opened his eyes suddenly and gasped for air.

My throat felt like swallowing a razor blade, and it hurt so much every time I took a breath.

The charnel house was still lifeless.

Ge Dasheng's body lay motionless on the ice platform specially used for autopsies, as if the horrific scene of "fraudulent corpse" just now was just an illusion.

Jiang Shouzhong wanted to get up, but he couldn't feel his legs.

After finally gathering some strength, he fell to the ground with a plop. His internal organs seemed to be tightly grasped and twisted by an invisible hand, and his whole body twitched slightly.

His eyes were red and bloodshot, and his lips were black and blue.

Unspeakable pain swept through his body like a tide, causing his face to distort and even shed tears of blood. He could only lie on the ground and gasp for air.

After a long time, most of the pain gradually subsided.

Jiang Shouzhong, who felt as if he had crawled out of hell, looked at the roof beams blankly and regretted: "Damn, I came here to do this when my brain was blown, I really don't have a long memory."

This is not the first time he has taken the initiative to communicate with the dead.

This is not the first time I have experienced this luxury package of pain that is not inferior to Lingchi.

People who are dead are not able to "open their mouths" casually.

Not to mention the torture that erodes flesh and bones every time, even if you are lucky and the other party fakes the corpse, if the questioning method is incorrect, asking for a long time will be a waste of energy.

This is why he didn't use this method from the beginning.

Moreover, if a dead man speaks once, he will have to rest for a long time before he can recover.

Because...he will also become a dead person.

Only this time the pain was worse.

It seemed like there was a breath rushing through my body.

It seems that there is a guy in his belly who is excitedly playing rock music and having a silver party after eating and drinking.

Jiang Shouzhong wiped away the blood from the corners of his eyes, carefully opened his clothes and took a look.

Sure enough, his skin already showed horrifying corpse spots.

"Damn, use your brain more next time!"