Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Sixth

The number three is so fat, the whole figure seems to be inflated, and it takes a lot of effort to move around.

But Song Qingxiao didn't dare to underestimate her. The more so, the more she can survive the trial until now, the more she has her extraordinary ability.

"What are you talking about?" Before she arrived, she first smiled and greeted her. Those eyes were squeezed into a squint by the fat on her face. In the meantime, two eyeballs slid and fell on No. 2 for a while, and then for a while. Falling on Song Qingxiao, speculating about what the two were talking about before.

Song Qing glanced at her whole body, her cheongsam that was tightly strangled was covered with mud, her face and hair were covered in it, and she smelled of stinky water.

No. Two turned aside, took two steps back, making no secret of his disgust and disgust.

"You are..."

Song Qingxiao asked her, and No. 3 waved her hand unluckily. The handkerchief she held in her hand shook it, and it was stained with mud. There was an electronic key ring on her tail finger with '13-4' attached to it. The words should be the key to this community.

This proves that after No. 3 enters the mission scene, it is very likely to live in this community.

It is no coincidence that all three of them are in the same place. As a result, Song Qingxiao more affirmed the guess in his heart.

"Don't mention it." She waved her hand. "When I came in, I was squeezed into the ditch by a car."

When she mentioned this, she smiled and squinted her eyes, but at this moment, Song Qingxiao clearly felt the killing intent from body three: "Don't talk about this, by the way, you guys come first, what do you find? "

"17-4 Someone died. The deceased was a woman, whose surname was Chu, and her husband's surname was Qin." It is not a trivial matter that someone in the community died today. Song Qingxiao watched as she was talking to a woman when she was at the property management office. I am afraid she has already heard of the matter. At this time, she should be asking about the situation of the two people.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, the smile on No.3's face was deeper, and her eyes were almost narrowed into two slits:

"It seems that our mission this time is simple."

"Ms. Chu died unexpectedly. Some of her relatives may hold grudges and hold injustice for her." Song Qing smiled and said: "You live here, so you can just take a look and pay more attention. Everyone cooperates with each other, just stop it. The surnamed Chu retaliates against Mr. Qin and should be able to complete the task."

On the 3rd, she was taken aback for a moment when she said this.

She came a step late and didn't know what No. 2 was capable of. She probably didn't have the concept of ghosts and gods in her mind. After a while, she smiled and responded:

"sure."

No. 2 watched the hypocritical interaction between the two women, and couldn't help but laugh. At this moment, a car came out of the garage with the lights flashing. After the front driver's window was lowered, it revealed the previous driver who entered the garage and drove. The face of one of the men shouted to No.2 and Song Qingxiao:

"Teacher Fan, Xiao Song."

Number two strode towards the car, Song Qing took a step slower, and number three instinctively came to catch her: "Ah."

This person seems to be fat, but his movements are extremely quick. Song Qingxiao drew sideways, avoiding the palm of No.3. When No.3 was caught, a strange color flashed quickly in his eyes, and he looked sincere when he raised his head. Smile:

"The old man is so arrogant, he may look down upon the two of us, it is better to cooperate with us."

Song Qingxiao glanced at her with a smile, then turned and left.

In the guard hall, the forensic doctor was performing an autopsy on Miss Chu's corpse. As a newcomer who performed well today, when Song Qingxiao returned to the guard hall, he was called by Captain Shen to observe and study.

She pushed open the door of the autopsy room, and Miss Chu's autopsy had almost come to an end.

The body on the stage was cut open, and the rotting internal organs gave off a disgusting smell.

The intern forensic doctor who was holding the notebook was pale, with sweat on his forehead. When Song Qing opened the door, the young man's Adam's apple rolled and did not hold back, making a nausea of ​​‘vomit’.

"Sorry." The young intern seemed to finally be unable to bear it any longer, ran towards Song Qing with a small step, stuffed the notebook into her hand, and ran out.

The cause of Ms. Chu's death was written in messy handwriting in the notebook. The possibility of homicide was ruled out. It was almost certain that she fell while taking a bath.

Originally, the injuries caused by her fall were not enough to cause death, but because there was no one at home, she was inconvenient to move, and no one was rescued, and eventually died alive.

After death, the internal organs squeeze the abdominal cavity and uterus in the process of decay, causing the seven-month fetus to be excreted.

From the food taken from her stomach, it can be known that the time of her death was about three or four hours after dinner.

The forensic doctor was already stitching up the corpse, and in the studio only a slight ‘pounce’ sound was heard when the needle thread passed through the flesh.

Song Qingxiao looked at the record in this notebook, remembered the photos he saw on 17-4, and then thought of the hideous and terrifying face in the bathroom and the unborn fetus. He could not help but sighed silently.

"It's a baby boy." Captain Shen looked at the face of Miss Chu on the stage and shook his head. It was a pity: "It's been seven months. If the family is careful, they can live. What is this called? thing?"

"The family doesn't care, it's too careless." The old forensic doctor wearing a mask answered, and after finishing all the stitching work, he began to greet the outside staff to come in and transport the body out.

Since Miss Chu's husband could not be contacted temporarily, the body had to be temporarily stored in the guard hall. Song Qingxiao accompanied the staff and sent Miss Chu into the morgue.

There are freezers on both sides of the morgue, and there are many unclaimed corpses parked by the government.

The freezer was like a drawer. After it was opened, there was a lot of cold air inside. Miss Chu was carried in, and at the same time the staff put the baby's body on the other side.

In the photo taken at her home, she smiled very sweetly and clearly loved beauty before she was alive, but at this time she had traces of forensic stitches on her body.

The stitching of the old forensic doctor is naturally not as precise as embroidery. The stitches of the stitches are thick and simple, and her body with green corpses appears more and more terrifying.

The gushing ice mist wrapped her body, and the freezer was pushed back by the staff, blocking Miss Chu's terrifying body.

After exiting the morgue ~lightnovelpub.net~ Song Qingxiao was shocked by the icy fog, but she remembered the huge fly she caught when the door opened at 17-4.

The fly was frozen by her spiritual power and turned into ice cubes. At this time, after most of the day, the ice had melted into water. Fortunately, she put a bag of paper in her pocket, and the water was absorbed by the paper towel. , The clothes were not completely soaked.

In the afternoon, she focused on the mission clues, but didn't pay attention to this. Now thinking about it, the fly was frozen and covered for a long time, and the clothes were crushed to pieces while she was rubbing.

She didn't think it was a pity. After all, freezing the fly was just a brainstorm. She felt that the fly was a little weird. Now it's not a big deal if it is gone.

Song Qingxiao took out the mobile phone in his other pocket and tried to dial the mobile phone of Ms. Chu’s husband Qin Heng. At the same time, he put the other one in his left pocket, preparing to take out the soaked tissue paper and throw it away. And dispose of the body of the fly.

After the mobile phone dialed successfully, there was a moment of silence. This afternoon, a woman from the property management office called Qin Heng's mobile phone in the corridor of 17-4. At that time, Qin Heng's mobile phone signal seemed to be disturbed and could not be dialed at all.

This time Song Qingxiao just tried it at will, and was ready to fail to get through.

Her left hand was already in her pocket at this time, and the moment she touched the soaked tissue, she felt the slight movement inside!

The drenched tissue at the fingertips still contained the residual cold air of ice. When she sensed something moving, she couldn't help but was shocked. She instinctively transferred her spiritual power and sealed her pocket again with frost!

At the moment when her spiritual power was running, her ears had been silent for four or five seconds. She thought that she would hear the system prompting that the call could not be reached, but after a sudden call came, she waited for the other party to answer the call. Sound!