Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Seven

"Beep--" Song Qing was stunned when he heard a long beep from the mobile phone that had been silent for a few seconds.

‘Beep--’, the phone rang again, and the voice fluctuated slightly with electric waves. It wasn't until the phone rang four or five times that it was immediately connected.

"Who?"

On the other end of the phone, there was a low-pitched male voice with a cold tone. The moment he was talking, Song Qingxiao felt a shady wind blowing from the back of her neck, as if someone was clinging to her back and growing out. With a single breath, the hair on the back of her neck stood up.

Before she could reply, she instinctively stood up straight, touched the back of her neck subconsciously, and raised her head.

The place where the ceiling above the head is against the wall is a groove, inside is the air outlet of the central air conditioner, at this time the cold wind is blowing slowly outside.

Maybe because it was separated from the morgue in the Guard Hall by a wall, the temperature was already very low, and the wind felt moist, making the scalp cool and whizzing.

In the morgue, the staff who had sent Ms. Chu's mother and son came out after finishing the work. The heavy iron door seemed to lock the air-conditioning in the morgue. As soon as the others came out, the door was closed. It closed with a'clang' sound.

He seemed to see Song Qingxiao's movements and twitched the corners of his mouth: "This air conditioner has been used for many years, sometimes it is good and sometimes broken, and sometimes it drips." As soon as his voice fell, Song Qing Xiaoguo unexpectedly heard the air outlet of the air conditioner. There was a sound of dripping water from the groove.

When the sound of the water fell, Song Qingxiao gave birth to goose bumps for no reason, and the boy who sent the corpse grinned:

"look."

His smile seemed to only affect the flesh and blood, and could not reach his eyes. I don't know if it was because he had just sent Miss Chu's body, Song Qingxiao always felt that there was a vaguely rancid stench exuding him.

"Tick", there was another drop of water from above, the guy stood at the door for a moment, and muttered:

"I mentioned it many times to find someone to fix it, and I have written many reports to the municipal center." He shrugged and made a helpless expression.

"Hello?" Before Song Qingxiao had time to answer his words, Qin Heng on the phone had not heard from the person on the other end of the phone for a long time, and gradually became a little impatient.

"Who?"

He pressed the fire and asked again. At this moment, someone beside him seemed to ask: "Who?"

The voice could be heard as a young woman, a little sweet, as if she was quite curious, but as soon as the voice was uttered, Qin Heng covered the microphone.

The air conditioner air outlet above the head suddenly became more windy, and in the sound of'ticking', there were large drops of air conditioner dripping from the groove on the head of the head and dripping onto the head of the corpse boy. The water seemed to be a bit cooler. He instinctively shrank his head and cursed:

"This broken air conditioner should be repaired long ago!"

Song Qing calmed down, made a sorry gesture to the guy, holding the phone and speaking:

"Hello, is it Mr. Qin?"

When she asked, she was still thinking about the female voice from Qin Heng before, and she unconsciously pursed the corners of her mouth.

"Who are you?" In this era, the private number is already a kind of privacy. It may be that Qin Heng's tone is obviously defensive when listening to her voice is unfamiliar, but can call out his surname.

"From the Guard Department," Song Qing replied, "Your wife has something wrong, and I can't get through if I keep calling you."

As soon as she said the news, Qin Heng on the other end of the phone couldn't help asking, "Really?"

His wife has been pregnant for seven months, the fetus is formed and is about to give birth.

Ordinary people were very anxious when they heard that his wife had an accident, but his tone seemed to be a little rushed, not eager to pay attention to the situation of his wife and children, but to confirm that the wife's accident was true or false.

Song Qingxiao frowned. When she saw the photos of Ms. Chu and his wife at 17-4, she felt that the two couples had a weird look when taking pictures. The girl was too involved and the man couldn't hide his perfunctory expression.

She thought of the woman in the black dress in the property management office who said: "...There is a pregnant wife in the house...I don't care... the man may be extra-hearted, or the wife has an accident... or we call the police."

"Yes." Song Qingxiao resisted the disgust in his heart and said calmly: "Ms. Chu's body is temporarily stored in the city hall. Does she have any other relatives? You can provide me with a list and I will notify you. Her relatives, come to the guard station to retrieve the body."

Although Song Qingxiao said that because of the No. 2 ability, she had doubted whether this mission might be haunted by ghosts, but at the same time, she did not completely cut off the fact that there were excessively sad people among Miss Chu’s relatives. Feeling of Miss Chu's death, this speculation of avenging her and killing her husband.

Ms. Chu’s immediate family members should be able to find out the Guard Department sooner or later, but the Guard Department has its own set of procedures for handling affairs, which is related to its own tasks, and it is good to be able to find out some clues in advance.

After she asked this, she originally thought that with Qin Heng's previously indifferent attitude after hearing about his wife and children, he must be impatient with the attitude of dealing with his wife and children's funeral~lightnovelpub.net~ and then agreed to leave it to others for the time being. People deal with it.

But Qin Heng swept away his previous indifference: "No, I will go back tonight."

After he said this, he didn't even ask about the basic situation of his wife and children, and cut off the phone directly.

There was a sound of ‘beep toot...’ from the phone, and condensed water droplets from the air outlet of the air conditioner above the head converged into a large stream of water, falling towards Song Qing’s head.

She was keenly aware and avoided it in advance.

The drop of water fell on the ground with a ‘tick’, splashing in a small ball.

Hearing that Qin Heng was coming back, Song Qing was both happy and worried. What was happy about Qin Heng's return was that if he was really a key figure in "Dead Qin Fei Chu", something would always happen to verify her guess.

The worry is that when he comes back, it may mean that the real trial is about to begin.

How to save his life under the hunting and killing of ‘ghost’ or ‘people surnamed Chu’, I’m afraid it won’t be as simple as No. 2 thought at the beginning.

Her expression changed, and after a while, the boy sending the body had already left by the elevator.

As soon as the others walked away, the walkway was empty. Only the light was on in the guard pavilion at the front entrance. Through the refraction of the light, one could vaguely see a figure on duty shaking inside.

The air outlet of the overhead air conditioner was blowing wind, and there was a red electronic eye monitor outside the duty room.

Song Qing took a small look, then turned and left.

She had just entered the mission and didn't have the time to find a place to stay, so she simply prepared to stay in the temporary lounge of the Guard Hall for a while, when the mission was completed and left.

In the real world, she worked in a guard hall, and she probably knew the basic layout of such a municipal unit, and she quickly found a sign for the rest room.