Requiem Chapter 37 Bloody Graffiti
Yin Hun sneered, feeling that this society was really fickle.
But I couldn't say anything, so I just threw ten dollars on the table and got up and left.
"What happened? Why are you so flustered?" Yin Hun's mood was ruined early in the morning, so he was naturally not very happy.
"Funeral home...dead person..." Shen Feifei was out of breath. She had just run here from a distance in one breath and hadn't even had time to breathe.
"You must be kidding. A funeral home is a place where dead people are displayed. What's so strange about seeing dead people?" Tang Yan was also a little unhappy. She even suspected that Shen Feifei was making such a low-level joke on purpose to interrupt Yin Hun.
"No, it was Director Ma from the Human Resources Department, the fat guy who died." Shen Feifei patted her chest and finally got the words out after a long time.
"What? Ma Gobi is dead?" Yin Hui and Tang Yan exclaimed in surprise almost at the same time.
Of course, their suddenly raised voices also attracted the attention of the people around them. Besides, Ma Gebi's name was also a highlight. When he said it so bluntly in public, others would think he was swearing.
"How could Ma Gobi die? Didn't he call me the night before yesterday to say he was going to have a holiday?" Yin Hun didn't understand. Because the person who died was not a relative of his, and Yin Hun didn't have a good impression of him, so he didn't have any drastic emotional fluctuations.
"Who knows? When I went there today, there was already a group of people gathered there. After asking, I found out that it was Ma Gobi who died." Shen Feifei said.
"Let's go and take a look." Yin Hun grabbed Tang Yan's hand and rushed towards the funeral home.
Because this place was not far from the funeral home, only one stop away, they were too lazy to wait for the bus and just ran there directly.
Tang Yan felt very comfortable with Yin Hun's subconscious action, and her heart was filled with happiness.
At the critical moment, it was his hand that was held instead of Shen Feifei's, which shows that he still has a place in his heart.
When we arrived at the funeral home, it was indeed crowded. The few staff members were all crowded outside the restroom.
It took Yin Hun a lot of effort to finally get in, but he was filled with a foul smell.
The smell filled the entire funeral home. He had already smelled it when he was outside. He never expected that this strange smell would be so strong.
There was a cloud of black fog swirling in the toilet, above everyone's heads, as if a ghost was about to press down on everyone's heads, baring its fangs and claws.
Yin Hun knew that he had the ability to see ghosts and spirits. Only the souls of those who died unjustly would leave such a thick black fog in the place of death. It seemed that Director Ma had died in an extremely tragic way.
The black fog was reflected on the mirror that served as the door, and through the reflection of the mirror, one could clearly see the crowd watching in the toilet.
Yin Hun was immediately fascinated by the entire mirror, as if some force was restraining his sight and trying to pull it completely in.
The black mist gradually deformed, and then turned into a ghost face. The facial features were distorted rapidly because of pain, and bright red blood flowed from the eyes and nose, but the crowd watching below was completely unaware.
Suddenly, the mouth with blood began to open and close slowly, as if warning him of something. Yin Hun took two steps forward without realizing it.
Woo…
Suddenly there was a ghost cry, and the ghost face roared, opened its bloody mouth and bit down .
Suddenly, the throat of a bystander was ripped open alive...
Yin Hun was so scared that he stepped back repeatedly.
"Yin Hun, what's wrong with you?" Tang Yan noticed Yin Hun's strange behavior and hurriedly pulled Yin Hun who was retreating, because there was a wall behind him, and it would be troublesome if he accidentally bumped into the wall and had a small accident.
"Oh! Nothing." Yin Hun realized that he had just been hallucinating.
But I was always conscious, so how could I have hallucinations? I was puzzled.
The man whose throat was ripped open just now...
Thinking of this, Yin Hun looked at the person who corresponded to the guy with his throat slit in the mirror, and unexpectedly it was Zhou Haiqing, Master Zhou, who was in charge of the crematorium.
At this moment, Master Zhou was happily squeezed in the crowd to watch the fun. As nothing happened, he could only keep the problem to himself.
Then he also joined the crowd and looked at the crime scene in the toilet.
The originally shiny white tiles in the bathroom were now covered with black ashes. Only a hand that had not been completely burned was lying quietly on the ground, smoking. No other human organs could be seen, not even bones were left.
It is obvious that this person was burned to death by the fire.
Black smoke was still coming out of the tiles, covering the entire toilet, and the stench filled the air, making people feel suffocated . Their visibility was definitely no more than three meters, so he could only see the place where the ashes were, and nothing further inside.
However, deep inside the ashes, there seemed to be a dark shadow moving, and no one knew what it was. Strong curiosity prompted Yin Hui to go in, but the fear in his heart still stopped him.
To go in or not to go in?
Yin Hun was a little unsure.
The shadowy figure looked like a person, or like a ball of black fog. It looked ferociously at the people surrounding the toilet, moving around as if trying to find a place to get out.
Yin Hun was a little scared. The shadowy black mist became clearer and clearer, dancing everywhere. The face slowly appeared . The pale face and empty eyes without eyeballs stared straight at the people at the door. The bloody mouth was open, staring at everyone with a contemptuous smile.
Yin Hun finally became frightened and tried to squeeze out of the crowd. But at this moment, the black fog strangely dispersed. Yin Hun then wiped the sweat off his face.
After looking around the small bathroom again, Yin Hui was confused because the entire bathroom floor was covered with wet water stains. Perhaps the faucet was broken! There was nothing that could burn at the scene. In addition to the tiles, there were only the tiles that were also porcelain, and some sewer pipes. There was a dry powder fire extinguisher not far from the ashes, but the glass was broken and the fire extinguisher lay quietly inside.
Nothing was burning at the scene, so why was only his flesh burning?
Yin Hun couldn't help but look around, trying to find some clues.
A very conspicuous "1" written in blood is painted on the porcelain wall opposite the door, as if it were a graffiti by the abstract master Picasso.
The blood seemed to be about to flow down at any time, and it looked as if it had just been painted on. Such thick blood was still dripping, as if it was seeping out from the wall, or like bloody tears dripping from the slit of an eye.
"It's strange." Yin Hun muttered to himself.
"Get out of the way, everyone." There was a loud shouting outside, and it was the sharp cry of a woman.
Yin Hun suddenly found this voice particularly familiar.
"We are the police, open the way." When they heard the word "police", they finally became afraid and made way for a passage. However, Yin Hui was still thinking about the owner of the voice and did not react, blocking the end of the passage.
"Are you deaf, kid? Get out of my way. I will sue you for disrupting public service and you won't be able to bear the responsibility!" The woman's sharp voice was very arrogant.
Yin Hui turned his head and saw Ouyang Xue, who was being teased by him in the Public Security Bureau. He was stunned for a moment.
"Huh! It's you." "Yes, that's right, it's me!" Yin Hun glanced at Ouyang Xue and said.
I sighed in my heart, what a narrow road for enemies! How unlucky I was to run into this unlucky guy, and at the scene of a murder.
Last time, because she saw me fighting, Yin Hui suspected me of being a murder suspect, so she felt like staying away from him. But this time, she caught him red-handed at the scene of murder, and I had offended him last time, so this girl would definitely take revenge on him.
Yin Hui actually looked at Ouyang Xue, who was wearing a miniskirt under the police uniform, with some worry.
