Chapter 260 Bear the Brunt

The posture of the two people on the hospital bed was extremely ambiguous.

【Hey, what a pity~】

[Tao, Jiang Shen can’t do it. It would be great if he could let me in on this weird story. 】

[I, Taoist Priest Chang Shou Chong of Wudang, feel unworthy for Sister Yang Tao. 】

[Wudang:? 】

[We don’t have this character in Wudang, thank you! 】

Yang Tao smiled and stared at Jiang Xiao's vitals.

She secretly thought that as long as she grabbed his handle, she wouldn't be afraid that he would disobey her!

Tsk!

Seeing Yang Tao's constipated look, Jiang Xiao had no choice but to take tough measures.

As expected.

Jiang Shen has no concept of pity or pity in his heart.

A young grappler directly subdued the arrogant Star Tao.

"Don't be so arrogant, I'm annoyed!"

"It hurts, it hurts! Brother, it hurts! Let go, brother, I was wrong, I won't be coquettish anymore, what are you bothering about? I'll help you think of a solution!"

It wasn't until Yang Tao repeatedly begged for mercy that Jiang Xiao let go of his hand

"Help me find a way? That's it. I...I think the dean and the others are hiding something from me. Two people died today. Although, I think the dean's handling was still a bit too sloppy after all."

Yang Tao looked at Jiang Xiao carefully and found that he didn't seem to be joking, so he leaned down and said in agreement.

"I think so too. There is definitely something wrong with this dean! But the night is long. Is there anything we can discuss tomorrow?"

Studio:

[Sister Yang Tao, please, please stay in this position and don’t move. 】

[Hiss, this kneeling posture, to be honest, I deserve to bear the brunt of it.]

[It can be seen that Teacher Yang Tao is usually very secretive, and I happen to have a desire to understand her deeply. 】

[I said, can you guys be normal and stop using these weird idioms? 】

[This is really confusing, where did you learn these bad words? 】

"Wow, wow, wow! It makes me so angry!"

The black-faced little girl angrily jumped on the table, gnashing her teeth and angrily complaining that Carambola was watery and morally corrupt.

(`д) "The world is really in decline, and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be! Hey! If I had known I should have gone in with you!"

"Oh, don't be angry, Master, at least your father is a man of integrity!" Dr. Sun comforted him.

"You don't have to say that! I'm not blind!" Mu Xitang crossed his arms over his chest, still looking arrogant, and his words were very choked.

OK OK.

You are the ancestor, we shut up.

"Sister Xiaoya, you've been asking me this for a long time, why don't we go back and rest first, and we'll talk about anything tomorrow."

Xiaoqin drooped her eyelids, indicating that she was already very sleepy.

After asking for a long time, nothing came out.

It turns out that Xiaoqin and Xiaoya felt that Lao Suntou's death must be related to Jixiang's whisper when he locked the door that day.

So I applied to the doctor and wanted to come over and ask a few questions.

Isn’t this?

I originally wanted to ask a few questions and leave, but I didn't expect that Xiaoya's concussion patient would still stick around.

I have to say that Jixiang is the murderer!

"Jixiang, please say a few words!"

Jixiang didn't pay attention to nurse Xiaoqin, but kept looking at the corridor outside, where Carambola's bed was placed.

Originally, the corridor was very cold at night, and Yang Tao wanted to go into the ward, but when she heard Xiao Ya say that the little boy was a murderer, she was so frightened that she immediately pushed the bed out.

Xiao Ya didn't say anything, just stared at Ji Xiang coldly.

But the mind-reading of auspiciousness has been completed.

His memory is weird?

Xiaoya found the memory of being alone with Lao Suntou yesterday and found it very strange.

After I left Ward 9 yesterday.

This little boy named Ji Xiang actually changed his mind and took the initiative to hold the old Suntou's hand. He also smiled sweetly and did not look like he had autism at all.

Old Suntou was talking and the little boy was listening.

Originally this was nothing.

Until the end, the little boy suddenly said something without beginning or end.

"Can I really survive this time? Or can you really survive?"

Lao Suntou didn't seem surprised that Ji Xiang said such strange words. Instead, he patted Ji Xiang's head lovingly.

"Okay, okay, grandpa is useless. I can't help you with anything. I can only give you one less obstacle."

Although this memory does not directly prove that Jixiang killed someone.

But Xiaoya still feels that Lao Suntou's suicide has something to do with him!

Is it possible that Jixiang has the same hypnosis ability as himself?

Or maybe he used some kind of psychological suggestion to guide Lao Suntou to commit suicide?

Anyway, my intuition told Xiaoya that something was wrong with this little boy!

It's just that she can't tell Xiao Qinming about the memories she read through mind reading.

Yesterday, the monitoring of one old man and one young man was also brought out.

However, they were close at that time and the chatter was very low. The surveillance screen could only see Ji Xiang smiling happily, and Lao Suntou also had a satisfied look on his face.

Based on this alone, how could it be possible to identify Jixiang, a four or five-year-old boy, as a suspect?

But just staring at it with big eyes and small eyes is not the answer.

Mainly because this little boy has been silent, and no one can find any flaws or substantive evidence against him!

After all, his character is [autistic], and silence cannot be a sign of his guilty conscience.

"Hehehe, Zizhong, just wait for me! I will come again tomorrow. You can't coax me into committing suicide with just a few words!"

Xiaoqin was speechless.

Secretly, are you so malicious towards a little boy with autism?

Xiaoya did not return to her room nine after leaving ward four.

Instead, after taking advantage of the darkness and walking around, he turned around to find the location of the archives room.

If you can’t ask, then check it out yourself!

There are always some clues.

"Well!"

After wandering around for a long time, Xiaoya's exploring steps suddenly froze, and all the hairs on her back stood on end.

I'm fucked!

After groping for a long time, Xiaoya unexpectedly arrived at the door of the morgue on the second floor.

I originally wanted to leave quickly.

But we're already here. Why don't we have some courage?

I looked at the clock on the wall and it was only around eight o'clock in the evening.

[Rule 5: The hospital morgue is not very clean, so try not to go there after 9 p.m. 】

After much hesitation, Xiaoya decided to give it a try. Wealth can be found in danger!

‘Click! ’

"Tsk! What a broken door!"

As soon as he pushed it open a little, the morgue door made a heartbreaking creaking sound.

After waiting quietly for two minutes, I found that no one was nearby.

So Xiao Ya slowly opened a crack in the door that could accommodate her entry.

"Huh!"

Before anyone could enter, Xiaoya shivered from the cold air gushing out from inside.

After Xiaoya stepped forward, he was not as scared as he was outside at first.

On the contrary, Xiaoya felt very calm after entering!

The one with the white cloth on his head should be a fresh corpse, probably Lao Suntou.

Friends who often come to the morgue should know that there are no recently deceased people like Lao Suntou here.

Someone like him who died recently should be placed in the morgue.

However, considering the traditional cost-saving virtues of Wuliang Hospital, it does not seem surprising that the morgue and mortuary should be integrated.

Even though they were here, and there seemed to be nothing but corpses here, Xiaoya was willing to risk it all!

Just lift the white cloth!

There's nothing wrong with it, it's just Lao Suntou's body.

Then she walked straight to the corpse cabinet, hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted her teeth and pulled out the freezer.

oh.

I was shocked, I thought there was something there, but fortunately, there was still Lao Suntou inside.

Um? !

Xiaoya's face turned pale instantly.

Is it Lao Suntou again? ! !

The fear that spread from the bottom of her heart to her head instantly made her want to run away on the spot, but she still held it back.

Something is definitely wrong!

We have reached such a critical juncture, and we are already frightened. If we run again, wouldn't it be a loss of blood?

Is it possible that they are twins or just look alike?

Xiaoya remembered that the corpses had identification tags attached to their chests to prove their identity. This was to make it easier for some unrecognizable corpses to be identified.

Taking courage, Xiaoya compared the information on the badges on the two old men.

Name: Sun Changhao

Sex: Male

Date of birth: November 15, 1955

The identity tags of both corpses are exactly the same?

what happened?

He tilted his head and thought about it.

Xiaoya planned to open a few more blind boxes at once, so she took out another freezer next to her.

I tried the illustration function and I don’t know if it works.