Section 25, the resurrected female corpse 2nd update

"yo, connominator." Yi Meng smiled, holding the chicken heart in his hand took a step back and continued, "Ok, you check it."

Wang Zhengping really went to the female corpse, carefully checked the pupil, heartbeat and body temperature of the female corpse, and even tore off the last fig leaf above. Press here and touch there to find the cause of the person's death.

Then he covered the white cloth and said, "It was indeed dead. The body died for more than 24 hours. The fatal injury is not clear for the time being, but there are traces of surgery, which should be caused by medical malpractice."

I nodded, and it seemed that the cause of death of the body fell into Wang Zhengping's eyes again.

A dream came to the body again and said, "Is it right this time? Let's open your eyes and see what a miracle is.

Wang Zhengping suddenly said, "Can you live for a few minutes?"

A dream was opening the mouth of the female corpse and replied, "It's about three or five minutes."

"Can you talk?"

"Hey hey, what you said, resurrection, naturally you can speak. And it's no different from the living."

"Oh, can I ask a few questions later?"

A dream looked at Wang Zhengping with something wrong and asked, "Who are you?"

Wang Zhengping said naturally, "Don't be afraid, I'm a forensic doctor. This person died strangely. I just asked, if she died unjustly, I can still help her.

Looking at what Wang Zhengping said naturally, I didn't care much about a dream. After all, it was very clear just now that if you see this in the future, you have to sign a contract, and you are not afraid that the police will come to arrest you. He said with a little joke on his face, "You are quite enthusiastic. There are many such things. I don't see the police in charge of it every day. Your forensic doctor is also jumping for nothing.

Wang Zhengping smiled faintly. He didn't agree in his heart, but there was no way to refute it. This society is this beat. It's too difficult and difficult to change by himself. The only thing I can do is to keep the justice in my heart and let myself not be subverted by so many polluted thoughts. As for whether the future road is bright or dark, Wang Zhengping really doesn't think so much in his heart, no! It should be said that I dare not think so much.

I don't know how Wang Zhengping thought in his heart. He stared at the mouth of the humiliating female corpse. Then he quickly pulled out a roll of transparent tape from the package and skillfully tied the female corpse to the head of the bed, and even had spare time to tear open a piece of tape and stick it on the mouth of the female corpse.

After these movements, it took less than a minute.

But the female corpse didn't seem to react. I couldn't help asking, "Brother Meng, there is no reaction. How about playing with me?" I deliberately pretended to be a little impatient.

The obscene man said with a smile, "Don't worry, it's really alive in about three or five minutes. After all, you have to die for a longer time. You need to straighten out your body, live blood and so on. Otherwise, is that called resurrection? That's called a fraudulent corpse."

I don't know whether what he said is true or not, but I don't understand one thing. After death, the soul of a person leaves the body. If this person's soul enters the ghost gate, can he really survive? I didn't think so rigorously before, but now I have to pay attention to this problem. But I know that I can't ask this dream that I don't know anything about, and I put this question in my heart again.

In fact, at this time, I had already changed from the fear of entering the morgue to calm. It's more about thinking about how this person was resurrected. Is it really like that dream? This is too unbelievable, isn't it? It seems that it's not wrong for me to position myself as a rookie. After all, I'm too young for this circle.

I have never been familiar with it, nor have I received that kind of step-by-step education, nor have I been addicted to this kind of thing. From beginning to end, I have maintained a calmness and self-confidence to this supernatural circle, as well as an attitude of serious learning. Even I just regard the practices and means in this circle as a skill to make a living. Art.

But if today's event can really happen in front of my eyes, then I don't know whether this skill is a means to make money and survive. After a large fortune, his attitude changed by any means. At that time, could I still withstand the desire for money and the pursuit of material life?

I don't know... If I can master such a means like Zhenyan, is it possible for me to make a lot of money and become a super rich man in my life? Or serve those super rich people?

For a moment, my heart was in a mess.

Just as I fell into a burst of confusion and deep thinking, a whisper woke me up from this quiet environment.

It turned out that since the obscene man finished those binding things in a dream, the three of us have fallen into a quiet state. In this dark environment, three men stood at the head of a bed in the morgue and looked at a woman with a serene facial expression. This feeling itself is very strange, isn't it?

But more strangely came one after another. Although he was psychologically prepared, the sound still shattered the silence.

uh, uh, uh...

I saw that white gas began to speot out of the nostrils of the female corpse. From the beginning, it suddenly became thicker, and the sound from her nose was heavier. A dream said next to me, "Well, there is a wound on her body. I guess it hurts."

I smiled bitterly. How many young people who can die in the hospital are unharmed? But whether it's me or Wang Zhengping, I have to hate it. After all, no one cares about whether a dead person hurts or not. Even if she is resurrected, after all, it is a short resurrection and will eventually die.

A dream said to me, "Look, okay? This is a resurrection."

Wang Zhengping said, "We still need to verify and ask her a few questions."

Yi Meng said, "Whatever, shout hard here, and you can't hear it outside."

Wang Zhengping walked over and spoke quickly to the female corpse. Oh, it should be the woman and said, "Don't move, don't scream, don't shout, listen to me. You are dead, but for some reason, you are resurrected. The time is very short and there are only a few minutes to be resurrected. Let me ask you, did you die in an operation? Or death from a major disease? If you die in an accident, you will nod, and if you die from illness, you will shake your head.

The woman opened her eyes wide and stared at Wang Zhengping. Tears began to flow out, and then nodded vigorously.

Wang Zhengping continued: "I'm a policeman. If you die in a major medical malpractice, you can tell me your name and do some surgery here. You only have a few minutes. I'm a forensic doctor and a policeman. These few minutes are a chance for you to get revenge.

Wang Zhengping said this, but I felt strange. How could such a rigorous person as Wang Zhengping say such nonsense? Did he die in a major accident? He can't conclude, can he? Besides, we have nothing to do with this dead man, and there is no need to do so.

At the moment I thought so, Wang Zhengping had torn off the tape on the woman's mouth.

The woman opened her mouth and shouted. Wang Zhengping shouted, "This is the morgue. Look at it. You are already dead!"

"Me? Me? Am I really dead?" After being drunk by Wang Zhengping, the woman stared at the light bulb emitting dark light. Then he cried, "I'm still dead. The heartless man really has the heart to let me die."

Wang Zhengping said, "Do you have an injustice?"

The woman tilted her head and looked at Wang Zhengping: "I'm not wronged. I'm dead, am I? I'm going to die later, won't I? I died voluntarily. Ha ha, I'm so stupid. How could you believe what he said? Now that I'm dead, is he happy?

After a pause, the woman asked Wang Zhengping, "I committed suicide. I left him enough time to save me. I didn't expect that he was really willing to let me die. Ha ha, ha ha, ha, ha, you men are really not good. I will turn into a fierce ghost. I remember I was dressed in red when I died.

"..." All three of us looked at the resurrected woman in a frenze, and we didn't expect such a result. What kind of sadness makes this woman choose to die by herself?

The woman asked, "Excuse me, how long can I live?"

I looked at my watch and said, "It's about three minutes, and it's half over."

"Do you have a phone? Can you give me back a wish and lend it to me.

[Ghost Story: She said nervously: Let's get started. The four girls each stretched out a hand to hold the pencil, and the tip of the pen hung on a pre-paved map. They began to recite a series of numbers silently: ea556382ce. Hearing the call, Bi Xian slowly drew a strange circle on the map. The girls looked at each other in horror and continued to recite the numbers. The pen fairy slowly wrote a few words: it was delivered, and the recipient had signed for it.]

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