Sir, don't shoot! [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Jinwen was once pregnant and used drugs to abort.

Who is the child?

At present, it seems that Huang Yichen is the most likely. If Jiang Jinwen accidentally became pregnant with Huang Yichen's child during the two people's relationship, and had to have an abortion, but found out that Huang Yichen cheated on her behind her back, then Jiang Jinwen's hatred for Huang Yichen seems reasonable .

This can also explain why Mrs. Jiang did not mention Jiang Jinwen's relationship status at all during the interview.

As a mother, this kind of private and not honorable matter is of course hidden for her daughter as much as possible.

Could this child be the source of Jiang Jinwen's resentment?

If so, how to explain the abnormal events that happened in the apartment where Huang Yichen lived before his death?

"Isn't there a baby ghost haunting our apartment?"

"There are records here. When Jiang Jinwen took the abortion drug, she was less than three months pregnant." Xie Yu flipped through a large stack of papers on the desk, all of which were copies of the medical records they copied from the archives. There is nostalgia for the world, and generally it will not be successful."

Han Mo pouted, picked up a pen and crossed out the word 'Yingling' on the note paper.

"Excuse me, can you get us a new blade?"

Bai Yazhu raised his head from the dissecting table, and pointed at a zipper bag on the communal table from afar.

Compared with other groups, their anatomical progress lagged behind a lot.Because women have a relatively high proportion of fat and their physiological structures are slender, it takes a lot of time to carefully remove the fat around the nerves and blood vessels and avoid breaking important anatomical structures.

The sharp scalpel blades are easily dulled by the layer of fat and have to be replaced frequently.

Han Mo took a piece of aluminum foil package and tore it apart on the dissecting table, and the metal blade fell on the edge of the table.Wearing gloves, Bai Yazhu picked it up with tweezers and installed it on the handle of the knife.

"Thanks." She smiled sweetly, then asked in a low voice, "Did you find anything?"

"It's still the same, that's all the information, and I haven't found any new clues." Han Mo looked at the medical records all day long, and almost swallowed the stack of papers. The only useful information was the outpatient record. "It's you, how are you talking with your senior sister?"

The medical records are dead, and there is no way to reflect Jiang Jinwen's thoughts and psychological state during her lifetime, so Bai Yazhu actually shoulders a more important job.

She went to the hospital to find out about Jiang Jinwen's friends.That friend is now working as a pharmacist, so he is their senior sister.

Every time Bai Yazhu visited his seniors, he would buy some snacks and drinks, and the two of them became acquainted with each other.Bai Yazhu also asked about the account number of the communication software of the senior sister, and exchanged messages and chatted with each other every day, and it was almost impossible to tell who was whose best friend.

During the chat, Bai Yazhu extracted information about Jiang Jinwen bit by bit.

"Sister Xue said that she also knew about Jiang Jinwen's pregnancy. But Jiang Jinwen didn't intend to have this child in the first place, so before and after taking the medicine, her mood was quite calm. It can be said that she voluntarily had an abortion." Bai Yazhu looked sideways Looking back, it seems that I am trying to extract useful information from thousands of message conversations.

"...The senior sister also said that the relationship between Jiang Jinwen and Huang Yichen is not stable, probably because of personality differences? They often quarrel and even fight. They broke up several times, and finally got back together. The last time, it was because of Huang Yichen's cheating that the two broke up completely."

After listening to what Bai Yazhu said, Han Mo's train of thought was not clearer, but more confused.

Huang Yichen is a scumbag, there is no doubt about it.

But the way he gets along with Jiang Jinwen is actually not uncommon.Huang Yichen was indeed sorry for Jiang Jinwen, but it shouldn't be to the extent of deep hatred and hatred.

According to Xie Yu, this resentful spirit wandering in the world is actually very painful.They will be bound in the memories of their lifetime, experiencing the process of death over and over again.Therefore, unless the hatred is as deep as the sea, or there is a great injustice, ordinary creatures will still be reincarnated as usual after death, and the past grievances will be written off.

Common resentful spirits who refuse to be reincarnated are nothing more than a few types.One is the kind that was murdered and died in a particularly miserable manner; the second is that the body was not properly disposed of after death, and the corpse was left in the wild or died without a whole body; the third is that the family was exterminated.

Obviously, Jiang Jinwen does not fit any of the above situations.

After Bai Yazhu finished speaking, he bent down again and buried his head in using the blade and tissue clips to separate the blood vessels and nerves bit by bit.

Their progress this week is the arm, and the dissection of the head is about to start next week.

After the hair was removed, the body on the dissecting table appeared even smaller.The eyes are half-open, and the surface of the gray-yellow skin has a waxy texture.

Han Mo glanced at General's face, and suddenly felt a chill behind him.I don't know if it's because he's used to seeing Jiang Jinwen's photos before his death, but the face of the corpse in front of him always gave him a strange sense of incongruity.

The appearance of a person before and after death is so different that no matter how many times he comes into contact with it, he cannot face it calmly.

On the common table, Xie Yu was using a red pen to circle a certain column on the medical record.

Han Mo took a closer look and found that it was the ward number.Jiang Jinwen has been in and out of the hospital many times, and the wards she lives in are different. There are about four or five different beds in the front and back.

"Do you want to see the ward where Jiang Jinwen lived?" Han Mo asked.

"Well, it's a little more clues. Just sit here, even if you swallow this stack of papers, you won't be able to find out why."

"Did someone mention eating paper? I have it here. I'm sure I'm full. If you don't have enough, come here." Shen Changning slipped in from the back door of the classroom, panting, holding a cardboard box, and put it on the table with a bang. Everyone at the next table turned their heads.

The cardboard box was full of handouts and note papers, as well as some old and yellowed examination papers.

"Why did you bring all your family heirlooms here?" Han Mo raised his eyebrows and asked.

Due to the heavy coursework in medical schools, some schools have a tradition of study groups, where everyone works together to sort out the key points of class and exams, which become common notes, and then printed into a copy for each person.These notes are a sharp tool for review before the exam. I would rather not have textbooks than notes.

The common notes will not be discarded after the exam, but will be passed on to younger students for their reference when taking the same subjects in the future.

Accumulated year after year, the amount of these notes is very considerable.

"These notes are not mine, guess whose?" Shen Changning patted the box proudly, "I went to a club friend and dug out the bottom of his box."

Shen Changning's friend is Huang Yichen's direct junior, so he will have the common notes handed down by Huang Yichen.

Notebooks are life-saving artifacts before the exam, and Huang Yichen must read them often.Xie Yu previously asked him to find the items used by Huang Yichen during his lifetime. The more frequently used the better, this box of notes perfectly meets the requirements.

"How do I move this whole box home? The front seat of the motorcycle won't fit?" Han Mo was a little distressed.That cardboard box takes up a lot of space even on the table.

"You don't need to move it home, just put it here." Xie Yu pointed under the table. "We will come back here when class is over and there is no one in the classroom."

Hearing what Xie Yu said, Han Mo had an ominous premonition.

"You asked Shen Changning to find Huang Yichen's personal belongings because you wanted to..."

"spiritualism."

……

There are at least hundreds of ways of summoning souls in the folklore alone.No matter what method is chosen, as long as it can achieve the purpose, it is enough.

After ten o'clock in the evening, most of the community activities on campus have ended, and there are only people jogging in twos and threes, and a few couples sitting under street lights and whispering.

Carrying a large bag of things, Han Mo followed Xie Yu through the tree-lined path, leading to the anatomy classroom at the corner of the campus

The anatomy classroom is located in the most remote place of the entire campus.

As they got closer and closer to the anatomy teaching building, all the sporadic figures around them disappeared, only the rustling sound of the evening wind blowing through the treetops, and the shadows of the trees swinging left and right.

They stepped into the corridor of the teaching building, where Huang Yichen died suddenly.

In a few minutes, it will be eleven o'clock, which is the time of the twelve hours, and it is the time when the yin is most abundant in the day.

Han Mo shuddered, subconsciously tightening his coat.

"Will we be punished by the school if the things we are going to do later are captured by the surveillance camera?" Han Mo looked at the dark corridor and the row of lockers at the end, feeling unspeakably anxious.

"I've checked. The only monitor here is the one next to the locker. At most, it can take pictures of us passing by." Xie Yu gestured behind him, "Walking around the campus in the middle of the night didn't violate any regulations, right?"

Firstly, the equipment in the anatomy teaching building is old, and secondly, there is really nothing worth stealing, so the installation of monitors is only perfunctory.

After all, even if thieves did enter the campus, they would not pick on the formalin-smelling anatomy subject.

Even the door locks in the classroom are the simplest kind of locks.

Xie Yu took out a piece of iron wire and a piece of aluminum cut from an aluminum can from his pocket, and opened the lock with a few fiddles.

The old wooden door swung back with a 'squeak', and the strong and pungent smell of medicine, mixed with the smell of fat and muscle came out.

They worked together to move the box Shen Changning brought out of the classroom and put it in the corridor.

During this process, Han Mo kept avoiding looking in the direction of the dissection table.Knowing that after the course is over, most of them will be covered with a white cloth, but the faces of the corpses he saw during the day are still lingering in his mind.That weird feeling was like a nail stuck deep in his consciousness.

Under the moonlight in the corridor, Xie Yu casually picked up the top few notebooks of the box and flipped through them. Huang Yichen's name was written on the cover, and there were his notes and graffiti on the inside.

He put the notes back into the box, sprinkled a circle of incense ash around the box, then took out another piece of red paper, and put stones on the side of the box.

Huang Yichen's birthday was written on the red paper, and the stones were part of the stepping stones of the old building, which had the effect of calming the soul.

The purpose of doing this action is to hope that if Huang Yichen's soul is successfully attracted, it can reduce his viciousness.

But the key to the successful evocation of the soul still depends on the box of notes and the bag of things that Han Mo brought.

Following Xie Yu's instructions, Han Mo took out a porcelain bowl from the bag and placed it in a dark place at the base of the wall, then poured a bowl full of overnight white rice, and pressed a few locust leaves on the bottom of the bowl.

The purpose of this bowl of rice is to attract passing ghosts to eat food.The locust tree is a very shady thing. It presses the leaves on the bottom of the bowl, reducing the yang energy of the five grains, and turning this bowl of rice into yin food.

Xie Yu lit a whole handful of incense candles, and the fireworks instantly illuminated half of the corridor.

He put the incense sticks on the bowl of white rice, took out one of them, held up the incense sticks and worshiped towards the end of the dark corridor, muttering words, and finally threw the incense sticks on the ground.

Then he took another stick of incense, and repeated the same action, but changed the position.

The prayers that Xie Yu said were vague and lengthy, and Han Mo couldn't help falling asleep after listening to them once.

He sat in the corner, watching Xie Yu's figure reflect the incense and kept moving around the box.

Just when Xie Yu threw away the eighth incense candle, the whole incense stick on the porcelain bowl went out in an instant.

Even the moonlight seemed to dim.

Han Mo lost all sleepiness at once. He supported the wall and stood up slowly. The thick and dense darkness made him breathless, and there was an invisible pressure on his chest.He bit his lip, sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Seeing this, Xie Yu pulled him to his side and wrapped his arms around his waist, and the pressure was slightly relieved.

They stood side by side in the corridor, and clearly heard an unusual noise coming from the other end of the corridor.

It sounded like the rubbing of clothes, mixed with a low guttural sound.Slowly moving towards them in a regular and rhythmic manner.

Han Mo stared into the darkness, his eyes ached until the sound was finally close enough for them to see what it was coming from.

The scene in front of him was indescribably strange, making his hair stand on end.

It was Huang Yichen, prostrate on the ground in his pajamas, crawling towards them.His face was expressionless, but his face was covered with tears and snot, and he kept saying: "Let me go...

Let me go……"

When he reached Han Mo's toes, Han Mo couldn't help taking a few steps back.Then Huang Yichen knelt on the ground and kowtowed in their direction.

"I know I was wrong! Please forgive me, please, please—"

Huang Yichen cried and begged for mercy, his forehead was pierced and bleeding, his voice echoed in the narrow corridor, extremely shrill.

Then the voice was suddenly choked, as if someone had pinched Huang Yichen's neck and blocked his voice.

Huang Yichen knelt on the ground, his eyes turned up, his hands kept scratching around his neck, his facial features were distorted and all wrinkled together.

After struggling for a while, he finally lay down on the ground without moving.The figure gradually faded and disappeared.

The hallway was silent again, as if nothing had happened.

Han Mo leaned on Xie Yu unconsciously. The scene just now was too shocking. He didn't expect that the spirit summoning ceremony could reproduce the scene of Huang Yichen's death. It seems that Huang Yichen's sudden death was indeed killed by a ghost.

It's just that his spirit body appeared like this, and then disappeared inexplicably, as if it was just a realistic phantom, not a ghost with its own thoughts and able to communicate.

"Is this considered a success in summoning the soul?" Han Mo turned to Xie Yu and asked, "We haven't had time to ask him any questions yet."

Xie Yu hugged Han Mo's waist, led him to the beam, and pushed him into the corner.

"Close your eyes, and don't open them no matter what happens later." Xie Yu said hurriedly as he stood in front of him.

Han Mo hid behind Xie Yu and reached out to support his shoulder.Xie Yu's muscles tensed up, obviously very tense.

"Do as I say, I don't know which link went wrong, but the soul we recruited is not Huang Yichen."

The author has something to say: Thank you Qigu, Xenike, and Hu Shuangxi for the landmines~ Memoda~

The little cutie who guessed the wrong plot has a comforting kiss=3333=