After He Chuyao went upstairs, he did not go back to the ward directly. Instead, he went to the morgue first. The old man was in a daze in the morgue. He had already drunk the wine. He stared at the empty wine bottle in a daze, still thinking about the strange five. The corpse murder case, of course, had to add the death of the old man selling skewers, it should be the six corpse murder case. The old man was scribbling around the table boredly with his chopsticks. At this moment, he heard someone knock on the door again, and he yelled, "Who? Come in."

After being tossed all night, the old man has no idea what he is afraid of, who cares about him? It doesn't matter if it is a ghost that comes. Anyway, he should see him tonight, he should not see him, he also sees him.

He Chuyao opened the door and walked in. Seeing He Chuyao, the old man quickly stood up and walked over.

"Yo, isn't this a forensic medicine?"

He Chuyao nodded, "It's me."

"But why are you so embarrassed?"

The old man remembers that He Chuyao was a gentle, elegant and good young man before, so his body was sour and stinky with such a moment of effort? The old man looked at He Chuyao and didn't dare to recognize each other.

He Chuyao immediately smiled embarrassedly, "Hey, don't mention it, I just fell into the trash can."

"Oh, why are you so careless? You can still fall into the trash can? Go to the bathroom and wash it. Anyway, there is no one there. You can wash it."

After the old man finished speaking, he handed He Chuyao a small piece of soap, "Here you are, just wash this. This is a disposable soap. You don't need to return it to me after washing."

He Chuyao took the soap and smiled, "Thank you, uncle. Actually, I came here to tell you something."

The old man frowned, "Oh? What's the matter?"

He Chuyao said, "I just wanted to tell you that the half-headed female corpse—"

Before He Chuyao finished speaking, he was immediately interrupted by the old man, "Well, what happened to the half-headed female corpse?"

He Chuyao said, "I just went downstairs, and the nurse on duty downstairs told me that she saw the female corpse walking out of the hospital door."

The old man smiled bitterly, "Then those on duty are all venting their eyes? Can you still watch a corpse walk out the door? No one will chase it?"

"Old man, they can't be blamed for this. According to the nurse sister, the corpse came out of the hospital in disguise."

"How do you pretend?"

"The corpse was stolen through the nurse's skirt, wearing a nurse's hat and a mask, and was able to get downstairs."

"Huh? Can this female corpse still have this IQ?"

The old man was shocked from ear to ear.

"Yes, I am also very surprised. If it weren't for the nurse sister told me, I wouldn't believe it was true. Okay, old man, I should go to the bathroom to wash up. You can stay slowly."

After He Chuyao finished speaking, he took the soap and walked out of the morgue.

The old man looked at the slowly closing door, and couldn't help sighing, "Well, it's really bad. It seems that this female corpse really ran away."

In fact, He Chuyao didn't know anything. When he turned and walked into the building just now, Ma Xiaoli could see clearly from above. So before He Chuyao went upstairs, she had already jumped in from the window and moved to the top of the elevator door, hanging upside down there, waiting for He Chuyao to get out of the elevator. Hearing the ding of the elevator, Ma Xiaoli was so excited that she almost rushed down to bite He Chuyao's neck, but she still held it back. Because she was suddenly a little curious about He Chuyao, she wanted to know that after He Chuyao fell downstairs, he survived a catastrophe, and went upstairs again, what he would do, whether he would immediately return to the ward and complain about his experience or do something else .

Sure enough, the heavens lived up to their curiosity. After He Chuyao went upstairs, he did not walk in the direction of the ward, but went to the morgue first. Ma Xiaoli was obsessed with cleanliness. When she was alive, she was like a morgue. I would never go to death. So when she saw He Chuyao walk into the door of the morgue, she immediately frowned.

"Huh, I actually went to that kind of place. The morgue smells so bad, why go in?"

Ma Xiaoli wanted to follow up and have a look, but was blocked by the talisman on the door. She glared at a one-eyed one and cursed fiercely. Go to the door. He forensic doctor came to the morgue to specify that he was looking for the old man."

But what did He Chuyao do with the old man who looked at the corpse? Although the forensic doctor and the person who sees the corpse deal with the corpse every day, she still can't think of any intersection between the forensic doctor and the weird old man? Ma Xiaoli stayed outside the door and listened for a long time, but she couldn't understand what they were talking about. Now, she became even more anxious. The two monsters who dealt with the corpse were hiding in the room and muttering? It's still such a small voice that I can't hear a word. How can I guess that I was eavesdropping outside the door, so I was so quiet on purpose? Humph! It must be the case, what a forensic thief.

Ma Xiaoli was patient, hung upside down on the ceiling and waited for a long time before He Chuyao came out of the morgue. She noticed that He Chuyao was holding a small square box in her hand. The small box was the size of a matchbox. She didn't know what it was. At this time, her curiosity had been completely aroused, so she immediately gently Moved on the ceiling, following He Chuyao, and He Chuyao walked slowly right below her, towards the bathroom.

However, He Chuyao was not stupid. First of all, the sixth sense told him that he seemed to be followed, and the person who followed him was very close to him, staring at him viciously. He Chuyao immediately looked around, but found no half-person figure.

In this hospital, who would follow himself secretly? Except for the little monster who fears that the world will not be chaotic, it is the brutal and terrifying half-headed. However, the possibility that the stalker was a little monster can already be ruled out, because the little monster just saved Wu Yingying and escaped and is unlikely to return to make trouble again, so there is only one possibility left. This stalker is Ma Xiaoli, and Ma Xiaoli's usual way of moving is to hang upside down on the ceiling instead of her feet.

Just when He Chuyao realized that the stalker was a little monster, suddenly a drop of red liquid dripped from the ceiling, and with a click, it fell in front of He Chuyao, less than half a step away. And there was a faint white paste in the red liquid.

He Chuyao understands that it is blood stains, red is blood, and white is brain plasma. Where Ma Xiaoli walks, these two marks will always be left.

He Chuyao looked up at the ceiling and saw Ma Xiaoli hanging upside down on the ceiling with a twisted smile on her face.

"What forensic doctor, why did you go to the old man in the morgue? It's not just for the old man to listen to horror stories, right?"

When He Chuyao saw Ma Xiaoli, he immediately said angrily, "Huh, I'm going to find that old man, what's up with you? Can you control it?"