C16 Last Dinner(15)

Chung Jingchen brushed off the dirt on his arm and dug deeper. Wai Heng, who was a bit of a germaphobe, squatted by the side and watched silently.

There was a large red spot on his exposed arm. In his impression, only the girl who had been murdered had it on her body, but now it seemed that the body was still intact. There did not seem to be any signs of it being cut off.

Her nails were full of wet mud and there was a musty smell. Fortunately, the environment was very cold. The corpse did not have a tendency to rot and still retained its original color.

After his wrist started to feel sore, Chung Jingchen finally dug his head out. His face was revealed. It was a young woman.

The right side of her face was cut open, and her flesh was dug out. There were different degrees of damage on her neck and shoulders, but none of them were fatal.

"This girl is the one that hasn't fallen out of our group?" Chung Jingchen put his finger under the woman's nose and made sure that she didn't breathe. He moved his finger to the pulse on her neck, but there was no sign of it.

"It should be. I remember this red spot, so she was not put on the table. What was on the table?" Wai Heng could not figure it out. As a college graduate, it was impossible for him to recognize a human organ. Otherwise, he would have been fired by the hospital.

He began to doubt himself.

Chung Jingchen wanted to open the woman's tightly clenched hand, but found that the woman's five fingers were tightly curled up. It was as if she was risking her life to protect something before she died. She was not willing to show it even after she died.

He could only use one finger to forcefully open it, but as soon as he released it, it would immediately return to its original state.

This was too strange. How could she still control the shape of her hand when she was no longer breathing? How much obsession did he have to cultivate this kind of martial arts?

"Come and help me quickly. I knew it." Chung Jingchen pushed Wai Heng, who was still in a daze, and pressed his head against the woman's hand.

... "" Wai Heng had no choice but to help Chung Jingchen grab the woman's hand. A small piece of paper was revealed.

Chung Jingchen used his thumb and index finger to carefully pull the paper out. He was afraid that he would accidentally tear it apart. Who knew if the woman would suddenly die in order to protect the paper.

The paper was a little yellow. It felt like the parchment paper from the Middle Ages in Europe. It really matched the castle.

The words were a little blurry but still barely recognizable. Chung Jingchen looked at the paper for a long time. Finally, he sighed and touched his forehead. He seemed to be sad about the story.

Wai Heng was confused by Chung Jingchen's appearance. He almost forgot that he was squatting in the grass and running away.

"What's written on it?" Wai Heng leaned his head closer. The beautiful English words were flowing on the parchment.

"Tell me," he said. "Why does it have to be written in English instead of English? Is this what a person should do?" Chung Jingchen seemed to be an experienced professor who had been through many years of hardship.

Wai Heng's mouth twitched. He now knew a new characteristic of Chung Jingchen. He was more thick-skinned than the city wall. He was not good at English, so why should he blame Chung Jingchen for writing English?

He grabbed the parchment and translated it carefully. Fortunately, he didn't forget the English words in school. He had some foundation, but some of the letters couldn't be read. Some of them were blurred by time.

Wai Heng tried his best to make a rough guess.

The words on the parchment were the confession of a devout believer.

The low and hoarse voice was like a magnet that attracted Chung Jingchen's attention. He fell to the end of the story and felt the endless abyss.