C2 toilet bloody hand

"Sun Tang?" Thinking about this guy gave me a headache.

It was possible that even though Tian Tian dissected the corpse, her personality was a little strange. In the past, I wouldn't have said a word to him unless it was absolutely necessary. This time, I'm really not too happy to come knocking on your door.

But it did arouse my curiosity, so I walked over to the medical examiner's office. Holding the head, I had the feeling that the woman would suddenly open her eyes and look at me again. So I kept looking down at the jar, and there was no more head opening on the way.

When I got to the medical examiner's office, I knocked on the door and went in. The office was empty, but the lab light was on.

So I pushed open the door and entered. Sun Tang, who was wearing a mask and a white gown, was holding a knife up and cutting open the stomach of a female corpse.

An unpleasant odor assaulted my nostrils, I saw Sun Tang opening the stomach of the corpse and taking something out.

"What are you doing?" I couldn't help covering my nose.

Sun Tang turned around and looked at me: "Oh, take something out of my stomach to verify my thoughts. What's that in your hand? "

"You're still talking about it, is this something that you mistook for our physical evidence warehouse?" I put the jar on the dissecting table.

Sun Tang glanced at the jar, and said in shock: "This head, why is it at your place?"

I asked, "Who is this?"

"You don't know, this woman is a female worker, her name is Chen Nuo, and she died in her own home." Sun Tang said. After finishing the autopsy, he went to the sink to retrieve his gloves.

I asked curiously, "This woman looks like she was murdered, but when the case was decided, why did she say she committed suicide?"

Sun Tang stared blankly at me, then turned his head to look at me. "This — I don't know what to say. But have you ever seen suicides cut off their heads? "

"Then I don't understand, how did he end up committing suicide?" I asked, surprised.

Sun Tang sneered: "Things inside are hard to say. But I'm just a medical examiner, and I'm only responsible for providing the autopsy results. I'm not in charge of solving the case. "

"You think she was murdered, too?" I asked, "Who was the person in charge of this case? Why did it end up like this?"

Sun Tang said: "It seems to be the Second Squad Leader of the Criminal Police team, Guo Yun."

"Captain Guo?" I frowned. "He wasn't such a fool before." No, I have to ask him tomorrow. I'll leave this to you. Since the case has been decided, and you still have this side, it means that you have doubts about the result. "

Just as she was about to leave, Sun Tang shouted, "Wait!"

I looked back at him and saw that he had taken off his white coat and put on his coat. I can only tell you, Captain Guo is such a shrewd person, how can he not know that this is not suicide. As for why it was decided, that's hard to say. "

"Ridiculous!" Angry, I hit the cabinet next to me with my fist. The punch shook the bottles and jars inside.

Sun Tang immediately pulled me away and caressed the cabinet with his hand. He frowned: "Be careful!"

I turned my head to look at the head in the jar and said, "That won't do. I'll ask Captain Guo what's going on tomorrow."

I left the autopsy room a little indignantly, but as I walked out the door, I suddenly thought of a question: Why is the head still here, now that the case has been decided?

So I walked a few steps back to the autopsy room and saw Sun Tang locking the door and coming out.

"I say, Sun Tang, since the case has been decided, the body should have been cremated, why did it stay?" I asked, puzzled.

Sun Tang said: "Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me. This was sent by an anonymous person. I don't know why he sent it, but one day I got a courier, didn't write the sender's name, but said it was for safekeeping. I opened it to see Chen Nuo's head. However, this Chen Nuo family was also very complicated, her family members were extremely apathetic towards her life and death, and no one knew why. I contacted the families of the dead, and they said they didn't give it to me. Although the body was cremated, no one found out if the head was missing. Even if he lost it, he didn't intend to deal with it. For their family to be able to do this, it could be considered an extremely high grade item. Since the families of the dead don't object, I'll just let them go. But, why did you go to your physical evidence warehouse? "

"You don't know why?" I frowned. "This is really strange." Could it be that this one will run over on its own? "

Sun Tang laughed: "Maybe."

When I thought about the sight of the head opening its eyes, I couldn't help but feel that it was an illusion, but not an illusion at the same time. When I thought about it, it made my hair stand on end.

After talking with Sun Tang, my interest towards this human head case deepened.

Who sent the head here? Why did he have to leave his head at Sun Tang's place?

To resolve this point, he would have to find out more about Chen Nuo.

But I'm not in charge of this case after all, and it's already been closed. It was always inconvenient to rashly go and inquire about it.

Thinking about it, I returned back to the physical evidence warehouse office, opened the Police station data backstage, and checked the case file to see if there was anything related to Chen Nuo.

There was a man's statement in the file. The information inside the Police station just so happened to have a scanned version of this confession. This man was called Lin Hai, Chen Nuo's boyfriend. I checked Lin Hai's address at the household registration office and decided to immediately ask him about it.

Lin Hai lived on the second floor, which was located diagonally opposite the entrance of the residential complex. It was quite easy to find him. I went up the stairs and found the door. He was about to knock on the door when he noticed that the door was ajar. A dim light shone from inside.

I opened the door and saw that the light in the hall was on, but the living room was dark and silent.

"Is anyone home?" I shouted.

No one answered. So I stepped inside, feeling something was wrong, and quietly took the retractable baton from my waist and held it in my hand.

As I walked slowly into the house, it was strangely quiet and still. A moment later, I heard water dripping in the bathroom. Not long later, the sound of a toilet flushing could be heard.

I whirled to face the bathroom door. The bathroom door was made of dark glass. There was no light inside and the door was ajar. Clearly, no one was inside.

Since no one was in the bathroom, who was flushing the toilet?

I went to the bathroom door with my baton and pushed it open.

It wasn't big, so he could see inside. No one was there.

However, the toilet still made a splashing sound.

Puzzled, I reached for the light switch, flipped it on, and saw that the water in the toilet was really sloshing. I stared at the water and felt an inexplicable chill crawl up my back, as if a pair of cold hands were slowly reaching from my waist to my back.

At that moment, the light in the bathroom went out for no reason. Startled, I jerked my head back, just in time to see my pale, panicked face in the bathroom mirror.

He had scared himself. After all, I'm a cop, so what am I afraid of?!

Thus, I calmed my mind and turned around. However, the moment I turned around, I was immediately stunned.

What should be reflected in the mirror is my shadow. The shadow in the mirror should also turn around at the moment of turning around. However, it does not seem to have moved!

My scalp tingled and I couldn't help but turn my head to look in the mirror. When he looked in the mirror, he was shocked to see a woman's face sneering in the mirror.

"Who?!" I shouted and immediately turned around to look behind me. However, there was no one behind her. The woman in the mirror was still smiling.

Startled, the retractable baton in my hand immediately whipped towards the mirror.

Crash! Crash! The mirror in the washroom was broken by me.

As the mirror shattered, I smelled a strange smell, like blood.

I looked back, following the smell, and was surprised to see the water in the toilet turn blood-red and gush out, while a, or half, bloody hand reached out from the toilet toward me.

It was an illusion! An illusion! Cold sweat broke out on my forehead and I reached for the light switch.

But then the hand in the toilet suddenly grabbed my calf and clamped me tight.

Was this an illusion? I felt the sweat on my forehead dripping to the ground. Instinctively, I raised the retractable baton and slammed it down on the bloody hand.

After the retractable baton strikes, I seem to hear a woman's scream. In an instant, the bloody hand disappears.

The water in the toilet bowl had returned to normal, and the light in the bathroom was still on.

Illusions, hallucinations. I wiped my forehead and realized that I was sweating profusely.

"Who is it?! "Come out!" As I was thinking about it, I heard a shout coming from outside the door.

I looked over my shoulder and saw a man standing outside. The light in the living room was still on, and he was staring at me with a fruit knife in his hand.

"Lin Hai?" I asked, puzzled.

"Who are you, what are you doing at my house?!" Lin Hai shouted.

"I'm a cop." I walked out of the bathroom and turned on the light in the living room.

The light fell on Lin Hai's face, and I took a closer look. The man was short, thin, and pale, with heavy dark circles under his eyes. He had a round beard and looked rather unkempt.

"Police?!" What is the police doing at my house? " Lin Hai looked at me suspiciously and asked, "How did you get in?"

"I am from Criminal Police, my name is Tang Yu. Your door is unlocked. " I showed him the police ID.

Lin Hai didn't put down the fruit knife. He looked at the bathroom and asked coldly, "Did you break the bathroom mirror?"

I felt a little awkward. "That's a bit complicated. Anyway, your door isn't locked and there's no light inside. I thought there was a thief, so I came in to take a look."

Lin Hai slowly put down the fruit knife.

"I came here to ask you something." I replied, "About the matter regarding your girlfriend from a while ago —"

"Why do you ask?" Lin Hai frowned, "Isn't the case closed?"

"It is the conclusion of the case, but when we were cleaning up the physical evidence warehouse, we accidentally saw the head that you sent over." I stared at him.

"What is it?" Lin Hai asked in confusion.

"Your girlfriend's head." I said, "I really want to ask, since you accepted her suicide verdict, why did you send her head to the Forensic Medicine to be preserved? And why would he come to our physical evidence warehouse? "

Actually, I'm not sure he did it.

"Are you saying that Chen Nuo's head is at your place?" Lin Hai's expression instantly changed.

"Yeah, didn't you gift it to me?" I asked.

Lin Hai's expression was no longer one of shock, but of fear. "No, it's not me. You mustn't give it to me! "Go, quickly get out of here!"

With that, Lin Hai immediately pushed me out of the room and slammed the door shut.

"Hey, hey, you —" I was forced to shut the door behind me. After a moment's thought, I turned around and left.

On the way, I kept thinking about the Bloody Hand in the bathroom. I used to be too mentally normal to have hallucinations.

However, if it wasn't an illusion, how could it be possible? How could there be bloodstained hands in the toilet?

When I got on the train home and stood under the lights of the subway, I inadvertently glanced at my legs.

But this time, I was really cold from head to toe: on my jeans and pants, there was a wet handprint!

That's right, I just saw that bloody hand in the bathroom. It must have been left behind by that bloody hand! And this bloody handprint was red! If the passengers on the subway saw that I was covered in blood, it would be a huge problem. How could I explain it clearly?

With that in mind, I quickly squatted down to wipe the bloody handprint on my leg, but the more I wiped, the more obvious it became.

"What are you doing, bro?" A young man with earphones looked at me as I squatted on the floor.

"I can't rub the paint off my legs." I smiled.

"Your legs are very clean. There's nothing on them." The young man looked at me blankly, then sat down on the seat. "The carriage is so empty. Why don't you sit down?"

I looked up at where the boy was sitting and thought, Where am I going to sit in a carriage full of people?

"Aren't they all humans?" I laughed.

The young man looked around blankly, and when he looked at me again, something was wrong. He thought I was crazy.

Doubtful, I glanced again at the packed carriage.

But when I looked at them, I saw that everyone in the carriage, with the exception of the bespectacled young man, was looking at me.

When they looked at me, a strange smile appeared on their faces, making my hair stand on end.

Just when I didn't know how to react, these people suddenly began to dissipate like smoke.

The cabin was truly empty this time. There was only the rumbling sound coming from outside the window.

I rubbed my eyes. There was nothing in the car.

What's going on? From the moment I touched that head, I had an illusion?

When I got close to home, I got off the subway. I wanted to sleep first, but once I slept enough, I wouldn't have any hallucinations the next day.

By the time I was done washing up and lying on the bed, my mind was replaying the strange expression on Lin Hai's face when he heard about the head.

As if he really didn't know. But even so, he should have been surprised, not so scared.

What was he afraid of?

As I let my imagination run wild, I slowly fell asleep.

The next morning, I was awakened by the ringing of a telephone.

He touched his phone and saw that the number was a little familiar, so he answered: "Hello. Hello."

"Little Tang? I am Director Wang. " the man said.

As soon as I heard this, I immediately became clear-headed. Director Wang, is the bureau chief going to call me?

"Director Wang, what's the matter?" I asked.

"Did you go to see Lin Hai last night?" The Director Wang said.

"Yeah, what happened to him?" I asked, puzzled.

"Someone reported his death this morning." Director Wang replied, "Die at home."

After hearing this, I was stunned for a long time, unable to say a word.

"Hey, hey, Little Tang, are you listening?" Director Wang's voice came out from the other end of the phone. I composed myself and said, "I heard it. How is this possible? There was nothing abnormal with him yesterday, how did he die today? Killed or? "

Director Wang sighed, "He died the same way as his girlfriend. "In short, come back to the bureau as soon as possible. You are involved in this case, so you must assist in the investigation!"

When I heard the words "involved in this case", my heart sank. I used to say that to the suspect, but now it's someone else's turn to say it to me.

However, after staring blankly for a while, I suddenly came back to my senses. That's not right, why is the bureau chief calling me personally?

So I asked carefully, "Chief, why did you call me personally to ask about this?"

The phone went silent for a moment, then Director Wang snorted and said: "I came to work early in the morning, just in time to see someone reporting a crime! Stop talking, hurry up and come over! Some people started checking the surveillance cameras early in the morning, and in the end, they saw you in the cameras! "

With that, the Director Wang hung up. With a heavy heart, I put down the phone and smiled wryly. That's great. I could have gone to the physical evidence department, but now I'm the last person who has seen the victim. I'll probably be treated as a suspect and suspended for investigation.