C1 head opening

If one was unlucky, one would have to drink a mouthful of cold water to fill their teeth.

One of the unlucky things, perhaps due to the recent depression of the mood, was the frequent childhood nightmares, which once again invaded my dreams.

In my nightmares, I felt as if I were being chased by a huge ball of fire. I ran all the way out of the sea of fire, and my feet felt like they were treading on a windmill, as if they were on fire at the soles of my feet.

After running out of the fire with great difficulty, he ran headfirst into a strange small pavilion.

Amidst the smoke, there were strings of human bones hanging from the beams of the small grass pavilion. When the wind blew, a bone-chilling sound could be heard. There was no one around, but I felt as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at me from behind.

Psychiatrists often tell you that your fears and hobbies and nightmares are all about childhood experiences. However, I do not remember having experienced any fire.

This year, with great difficulty, I entered the Criminal Police that I yearned for day and night. However, due to some problems during my investigation of a case, I was actually transferred to the physical evidence storage.

The evidence storage was a collection of outstanding cases, murders, old cases of physical evidence warehouse. This warehouse is located at the northernmost floor of the Police station. As it is a basement, this place is like a supermarket. There is no sunlight, no windows, and only air vents.

Although there were air conditioners, lights, computer networks, complete equipment, and a spacious environment, there were no signs of human life.

It was said that this warehouse was a particularly strange place. Even without the air-conditioning, the summer was chilly. The corner of the wall had been spotted with mildew all year round, so no matter how he cleaned it, it would still be useless.

Of course, I don't believe in this. I just feel that this great youth is going to be wasted in this' Cold Palace '.

As it was a warehouse, all it did was register the physical evidence, count them, clean the house, and it was extremely boring. What's even more boring is that there are only two people in this huge warehouse.

The other "hopper," I couldn't help but complain. He was an uncle with the surname He. He was in his forties and sixties, and his height was not too high. He had a smile on his face every day and was very friendly to everyone.

But to my surprise, his colleagues treated him with special respect. On the fifteenth of every month, the director himself would stroll over to see him, chat a little, joke a little, be on time, as if he were kowtowing, which surprised me. After thinking about it for a long time, I felt that this old man must be a relative of some leader.

Thinking of this, I dislike this old man He even more. I was especially annoyed with this kind of background stuff, so I gave Lao He a nickname from behind: What is it?].

What is it?] also had a strange habit: He liked to light incense in the house, and when he said that the physical evidence warehouse was too damp, the mildew was too heavy, so he smoked with it.

The fragrance of his spice was not bad, but it was a bit special. It was hard to tell what kind of flower it was. But I don't have any idea about this. He likes to burn incense, so it doesn't smell bad.

Although I don't like to care about the What is it?], he has nothing to talk about with me.

For example, on the first day I came here, he tried to get close to me. "Is this young lad called Tang Yu? "Yo, not a bad name. Which year?"

"Eighty-nine," I replied, sweeping the floor.

"Month and day?" the old man asked.

"March 24."

"Lunar New Year?" The old man continued to ask with a smile.

I threw away my broom and snappily said, "Uncle, where is your household check? We're not in the Household Registration Section, are we? "

The old man took a sip of his tea and said with a 'tsk tsk' sound, "Young man, you don't know this, I've been guarding this antique warehouse for five years, and there are ten colleagues who came here. They are all doing well, have missing arms, legs, and a swollen nose. This place is very strange. If the young lad's life isn't tough enough, then consider applying for a transfer. "

The old man despised me for disturbing his solitude. He even applied for a transfer, I would love to!

The old man continued, "If it is the Sun Calendar, young man, you are a snake, you have water life, and your fate is dark. "It's even more unsuitable for me to stay here."

I was too lazy to listen to his blabber, so I grabbed the broom and said: "Lao He, it's been a week since we cleaned the warehouse, I will go clean."

As I spoke, I took my broom and prepared to leave. What is it?] immediately stopped me. "Wait!"

I turned my head and asked, "What's the matter again?"

"I'll flip through the calendar first." As he said this, the old man took out a yellow book from his desk. After checking it for a long time, he pinched his fingers and did some calculations. He shook his head and said, "Little Tang, don't go today. Today was the second day after the Pelagic Festival. Some people went to bed at night, but some forgot to go home. Some people were still lustful of the human world and hadn't left yet. "Our place is filled with evil energy, if you go …"

I dragged my broom impatiently away. The old man shouted from behind me, "Hey, hey, if you don't listen to this old man's words, you will be at a disadvantage!"

I walked a few steps to the warehouse door, pushed it open, and strode in.

What do you mean 'evil'? This young noble has never believed in these things!

Once the door to the warehouse closed, What is it?]'s nagging was immediately locked outside.

Clear and quiet! Comfortable!

I stretched, put down my broom, and picked up the mop by the door.

The warehouse was a tile floor, and for some reason it was always damp, sometimes leaking water from the ceiling. I've only been here for a few months, and I've been upstairs four or five times to look for a leak, but I don't know where the water came from.

I don't believe in that. I think this place is too damp.

Today, he saw that the ground was once again filled with water. He could not help but frown as he picked up the mop and dragged the ground.

The antique warehouse was quite large, with rows and rows of "shelves" filled with evidence of murder.

To get rid of the boredom, I read all the evidence in my first month. There were all kinds of weird things inside. There were air guns, axes, steel needles, daggers, and even some broken clothes. It was simply a grocery store.

I dragged the mop to the end of the shelf. However, at this moment, I felt as if someone was staring at me from behind.

Suddenly, I turned around and saw a dark object in a large bottle.

I thought about it for a moment. I don't think there was such a bottle here before. The sensitivity of the police prompted me to stop cleaning and walk over to the bottle.

It was about the size of a pickle jar, and I could see, through the glass, that there was something black floating in it, soaked in liquid, like human hair.

Without much thought, I stretched out my hand and pulled the jar over.

A pale, swollen face appeared in front of me.

I was startled, and when I looked closer, I saw that the jar contained a woman's head.

Looking at the head, I am confused, shouldn't we put this in the Forensic Medicine?

Just as I was wondering, the fluorescent lights on the ceiling flickered and the light dimmed. In an instant, the items on the shelf cast a long and short shadow on the wall.

I suddenly felt a chill on my back and wanted to run out, but I couldn't help but look towards the bottle with the human head.

Perhaps everyone had the feeling that the more they were afraid of looking at something, the more they couldn't help but look at it.

So my eyes were still on the man in the glass jar. But at that moment, the head suddenly opened his eyes and smiled at me strangely.

"AHH!" I was terrified. I landed on the ground with the mop in my hand and slipped on the wet ground as I ran out.

However, just as I hit the floor, the lights on the ceiling suddenly returned to normal, and everything became quiet.

I groped my way to my feet, and when I looked timidly at the jar again, I saw that the head was still closed.

Weird, could it be my misconception? I stood in my original position for a while, then turned and walked out. When I reached the outer office, when I saw that What is it?] was about to leave after work, I grabbed him: "Lao He, why do we still have heads in physical evidence warehouse?"

"Head?" What is it?] was stunned: What head, what corpse, aren't all of them in Forensic Medicine's charge?

"Come with me and take a look." With that, I dragged him to the warehouse.

What is it?] laughed, "Little Tang, I tried to use your trembling hands."

"Where are you trembling?" I asked guiltily.

The What is it?] just smiled and didn't say anything. He pushed open the door and followed me to the last row of shelves.

"There really are some people here." The What is it?] walked over in shock and picked it up. "Who sent this? And this woman — she looks a little familiar. "

"You know this woman?" I asked.

"It's not that I know him, it's just that I've seen him in the file." The What is it?] placed the jar back on the shelf. "Number is on the jar, 1571, a case that occurred on July 1st this year. "Go and check the background file and you'll find out."

I went back to my desk, turned on my computer and went backstage. I called up the file for July 1st.

With this investigation, there was indeed a case. On the first of July, a girl named Chen Nuo, who came to Anhui to work, was found dead in a rented house in the Peace District. She had a total of eleven knife wounds on her body, among which five wounds on her neck were fatal. As the knife wound was very deep, the entire head was cut off. When the body was brought to the city hall, there was a thin layer of flesh attached to the neck, but as the head rolled and fell, the pathologist kept it in formalin.

However, after the autopsy, our Tianjin City Bureau gave the result of "suicide, do not file." The public security department was also involved in the investigation. Strangely enough, the second evaluation still concluded that she had committed suicide and would not file a case.

"Lao He, have you seen the details of the case? "Bullsh * t, there are 11 knife wounds on his body and only 5 wounds on his neck, and he even cut his head off. Is he actually committing suicide?" I said, surprised.

What is it?] nodded. "I saw it, it was indeed a little lame. However, since the Public Security Department had already determined it to be so, it should be credible. But why didn't this head return to the family of the deceased? "

My mind spun, feeling that something was up here, and that the case was definitely not simple, I moved closer to Lao He and smiled: "Lao He, tell me, how about I ask the medical examiner in charge of this case tomorrow?"

What is it?] looked at me and laughed. "You are no longer a criminal police, so it's not good to directly ask about this case. However, if you are truly curious, you can use this opportunity to return the head and chat with Forensic Medicine's Little Sun. "