Chapter 10

Chang Hao is not only a famous computer expert in Medical University, but also a famous "hacker". Not only that, he also has excellent communication skills. Although he has practiced in obstetrics and gynecology for 20 days, he is basically familiar with the staff in all departments of the hospital. He can easily handle such things as giving him the human skin, testing DNA, and invading the hospital system to obtain "lost skin" body information.

If it is determined that the human skin comes from the morgue, the little girl and her mother are the perpetrators. And then let Chang Hao find out the true meaning of the traditional "None" pattern through the Internet, so as to more or less understand their purpose of stealing human skin, and find out the truth of the men under the blister and why they want to kill me through this clue.

Back home, Grandma had already made breakfast and was waiting.

"Grandma, I've had dinner. There was a lot of work last night. I didn't sleep all night. I'm so sleepy now. I'll go to sleep first. "

Say hello to grandma and I'll slip into my bedroom. Where we live is the family courtyard of the cultural relics institute or the bungalow built 20 years ago. The area is small, only more than 60 square meters. Separated by two bedrooms, the space appears very crowded. But how many people dream of having such a place in the city without paying rent.

I have a lot of tasks today. I have to draw more symbols in the morning and find "business" in the afternoon. In these days, I have to save enough money to buy all the equipment to deal with the recovery of the dead woman.

Grandma nodded and didn't speak, but her face was a little gloomy and there seemed to be something in her heart. I scratched my head. The death day of Grandpa and dad was more than a month ago. But we have never been back to Shiyan village in 17 years. Whenever they die, we burn some paper money at the intersection. Is it because I didn't go back to sweep the tomb that reminded grandma of her sadness? I can't think of anything else except this.

So I sat opposite her old man's house and asked softly, "old lady, why are you unhappy today?"

Grandma reluctantly smiled at me: "it's all right. Go to bed."

"There must be something. If you don't say it, I won't be able to sleep." I lay on the table and refused to go.

Grandma sighed, looked up at the window and said, "Ge Ping died last night!"

I was stunned and asked, "how did you die?"

Ge Ping is a member of the Institute of cultural relics and one of the archaeological team that saved us from Huangyu city. He is only in his forties this year. He is very strong. He often plays basketball with young people. How can he die?

Grandma didn't seem to want to say too much: "people will die. Go to bed. I'll go to Ge Ping's house later."

"I'll go too." The more grandma didn't say it, the more I felt that Ge Ping's death was strange.

Grandma took up her job and said, "don't go these two days. Go to see him for the last time at the memorial service."

How do I feel? The old lady is afraid of me, and she is more and more suspicious. So he played a rogue and pestered her to ask how Ge Ping died. The old lady really lost her temper after my hard work, so she had to tell the truth.

Yesterday afternoon, after work, Ge Ping played basketball with several young people as usual, but he didn't go home after playing. This man usually likes to drink two mouthfuls, but his family doesn't care. He thinks he has gone to drink with his friends after playing. Who knew that when he didn't come back at 12 o'clock at night, he called his cell phone and turned it off. His family panicked.

His wife called everywhere. All his colleagues and friends said they were not with him. Everyone felt something was wrong, so they went separately with his wife. Finally, I found the cultural relics Institute and found that he died in his office. His death was very terrible. His whole heart was cut open and his internal organs were completely hollowed out!

The door of the office was locked from the inside, but it was still knocked open, and the window was tightly closed. It's unimaginable how he was killed. After the police arrived, they found nothing but a human skin in the drawer.

I was surprised when I heard that the two people who died in the archaeological team were hollowed out? And this human skin, will it have patterns like mine? Thinking of this, I asked my grandmother, "did you see that human skin?"

Grandma shook her head and said she wasn't there. Xiao Wang of the cultural relics institute came early in the morning and informed him that everyone went to GE's house to help at noon. There was no need to cook. When she asked what happened, Xiao Wang said about Ge Ping's murder. She knew that Ge Ping's death must have something to do with the archaeology of Shiyan village 17 years ago. And this way of death, our grandparents and grandchildren can guess, died under the mouth of the ghost bird.

She had been wondering just now, did the ghost bird flying out of widow Wu come to Huangyu city? When grandma said this, her lips trembled and stopped talking, but I knew what she was worried about, because the ghost bird had a deep relationship with me.

It was born the night I was born. We can say that we were connected by fate. At the age of six, it almost killed us on the back mountain. If it really came to Huangyu city this time, it might be for me. These people of the archaeological team are just accompanying death!

In order to reassure her, I made up a lie and said, "two days ago, the hospital received a patient who was caesarean section, but he died when he came. It is said that he found a human skin with a pattern on it. I think this is a serial murder. The murderer is a pervert. After killing, he left human skin to provoke the police. "

Grandma nodded gently, but I know she will never believe my bullshit. She watched me grow up. Do you think I can fool her?

Back in the room, I stuck the door back, thinking that even if Uncle Ge was not killed by a ghost bird, he was inextricably connected with it. Otherwise, why didn't anyone kill? It was Ge Ping who participated in the archaeological team that year? Moreover, the death as like as two peas at that time, almost can be sure that his death is related to archaeology seventeen years ago.

And I don't need to say more. I received human skin as soon as I arrived at the hospital yesterday. Although it wasn't on me, the final goal is obviously to kill me!

So it seems that the birth of ghost birds is not accidental. Someone must do evil behind his back. As long as we find out the patterns on human skin, we can get the truth out!

After a while, grandma called outside and she went out. I promised, and then quickly pulled out a carton from the bottom of the bed. It was filled with all the textbooks I had studied in recent years. At the bottom of the carton, I found yellow paper, inkstone, vermilion sand and talisman. Over the years, I have practiced the technique of drawing talismans very skillfully. After a long time, I drew dozens of required talismans in one breath, and then packed them in plastic bags and stuffed them at the bottom of the box.

I was going to sleep at noon and go out to look for business in the afternoon, but now that the ghost bird is here, it may come to the hospital to see me tonight. Therefore, we must race against time and get all the equipment.