What was the scene in the morgue like?
The ground was covered with blood stains, a deep crimson color that made one feel nauseous. In the center of the bloodstains lay a body, its skin peeled away, leaving only red flesh, a horrifying sight. "Damn," I muttered, not usually one to swear, but the scene was truly repulsive.
"Where is the forensic examiner for this case?" Han Li loudly questioned the surrounding police officers.
Big Gold Tooth turned and vomited, saying as he did, "Officer, the one who got skinned, isn't that the forensic examiner?"
"Of course it is. I'm asking who will examine the body of this forensic examiner," Han Li was really losing her temper. Whenever someone challenged her, she would explode.
At that moment, a pale-faced forensic examiner rushed into the room and saluted Han Li, saying, "Officer Han, I just went to the restroom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Judging from his appearance, he probably went to vomit.
"How dare you leave your post?" Han Li asked with a furrowed brow.
The forensic examiner said that he did not want to leave his post, but the scene was too disgusting, he simply could not bear it.
Han Li did not continue to scold the forensic examiner, instead asking him about the cause of death of the deceased.
The forensic examiner immediately began to speak, pointing at the skinless body and saying, "Officer Han, the senior forensic examiner Wang Fang was stabbed to death with the handle of a surgical knife!"
"Can a knife handle really kill someone?" I asked, curious.
"Who are you..."
"He's my nephew, a private detective, with a keen grasp of the case. Just continue," Han Li interrupted, embarrassed to introduce me as her colleague, and instead gave me the title of "private detective."
I was not pleased. Couldn't we use such a high-handed title in public?
When the forensic examiner heard that I was a detective, he continued, telling me that the surgical knife used for dissection is different from the usual knife. It is composed of a handle and a blade, which is inserted into the handle when being used.
"Can a handle really have enough force to directly stab someone to death?" I asked.
"After the murderer used the knife handle to kill Senior Wang, he then peeled off Wang's entire skin along the wound," the forensic examiner said.
Han Li asked again, "Peeling off an entire piece of skin along the wound? What tool was used?"
"With bare hands," replied the forensic examiner, looking like he wanted to vomit again.
I widened my eyes, finding it hard to believe. Human skin is very tough to tear, not to mention peeling it off with bare hands, even peeling a dog's skin barehanded would be a great effort. This... is too bizarre, isn't it?
Han Li told the forensic examiner to continue.
The forensic examiner said that he lifted a fingerprint from the surgical knife handle that killed the senior forensic examiner, and the fingerprint belonged to Yue Yun!
"Are you sure?"
"Fingerprints are now registered nationwide. I checked, and it is indeed hers," the forensic examiner confirmed.
Han Li lowered her head, pondering for a while, then asked, "Where is Yue Yun's body?"
"It is still in the morgue. Two young officers just went to carry it. Perhaps this body needs to be sent to the hospital for examination. I suspect that the brain of this body has changed, or it's infected with some kind of disease..." Before the forensic examiner finished, I interrupted: "What did you say? You let two young officers carry the body?"
"Yes!" said the forensic examiner.
"Damn it, hurry and make them come back. A monster capable of peeling skin with barehands and killing someone with just a surgical knife handle, and you dare to provoke it? It's like looking for trouble in broad daylight," I ordered the forensic examiner to call the two young officers immediately.
The forensic examiner still didn't think it was a big deal, saying it wasn't a big deal.
Suddenly, bang bang! Two gunshots rang out and reached our ears.
"Oh my god, something's happened," Han Li exclaimed, running in the direction of the gunshots.
I grabbed Big Gold Tooth and ran too.
The surrounding police officers all reached for their batons.
In our country, police officers are strictly regulated to carry guns. Not everyone has a gun at all times. Only police officers on duty or those out working on a case are armed.
Listening to the gunshots, I knew for sure that it was the young officers who had gone to carry the body who had fired the shots.
When we arrived at the morgue of the forensic department, a young officer was sitting in the corridor, crying.
"What's wrong? What's happened?" Han Li asked the young officer.
The young officer pointed to the morgue and said, "Xiao Li, Xiao Li... sob, sob, sob!"
It was apparent he had been frightened by something exceptionally terrifying.
I hastily took Big Gold Tooth and rushed to the door of the morgue.
"Oh my god, how did this happen?" I was stunned by the scene in front of me. The morgue of the forensic department uses capsule-like containers for storing bodies, like drawers built into the wall. When needed, they are pulled out, and when not in use, they are pushed back in.
Now, in the center of the morgue, there was a stone coffin.
The stone coffin was extremely eerie, with several very old paintings on the side, the central feature being a fox face.
A fox ghost coffin!
Yue Yun is the one who made Cheng Yan lie in this coffin, and as a result, Cheng Yan's body was possessed by a fox spirit.
Last time at Yue Yun's house, we searched for this coffin for a long time but couldn't find it. Now... it... has appeared on its own?
Not only did the fox spirit coffin appear, but blood was also oozing out from the seams of the coffin lid and body, making the already eerie coffin even more unsettling.
Blood seeping out made the coffin, which was already eerie, appear even more chilling.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
A continuous wailing sound was coming from inside the coffin.
I asked Da Jinya if he could handle it.
Da Jinya turned pale with fear and told me that the Yue Yun inside the coffin was either a zombie or some other terrifying creature, beyond his ability to handle.
Shaman priests are best at dealing with ghosts and spirits, but when it comes to zombies, they were truly clueless.
For a while, none of us dared to approach it.
Han Li secretly asked me if we could find a "yin" person to deal with the zombie.
I actually seldom encounter zombies, so when faced with one, I really had to think carefully about which "yin" person from the Northeast could handle it.
After thinking for a long time, I thought of someone who was local.
Xie Ling Lishixi Yin.
You see, Xie Ling Lishixi often robs tombs where there are plenty of zombie bundles. He deals with zombies every day.
Not to mention, Xie Ling Lishixi's ancestors were the kings and ministers of zombies, so he was certainly capable.
"We can find someone," I said with determination.
"Then quickly make the call, the Public Security Bureau will reimburse the expenses." Han Li was very efficient in handling things. We "yin" people, to put it plainly, are all businessmen. Besides money, nothing else works.
Since she had mentioned the expense, the matter could easily be taken care of.
I started searching for Xie Ling's phone number in the phone book, and in the meantime, there was a rumbling sound from the stone coffin.
I quickly looked up and saw that the coffin lid had opened slightly, and something red was thrown out from inside.
Looking carefully, it was a person who had been skinned.
"Xiao Li!" Han Li gritted her teeth and exclaimed.
The person who had been skinned was none other than the policeman Xiao Li.
"This damn zombie is still causing trouble." I was truly enraged. The zombie formed by Yue Yun had killed two people in one go and not only that, but had also tortured them by skinning them. I resolved that someone needed to be called to handle it. He thought he was invincible.
I warned everyone around not to approach the coffin, and that I would call for help now.
I dialed Xie Ling's number.
"Hello! Looking for a 'yin' person, what do you want from me? I'm having skewers with Brother Changfeng." Xie Ling said lazily.
I asked him if he was interested in a deal here.
Xie Ling asked who the job was for.
I told him it was for the police station.
Xie Ling slapped the table and cursed: "Damn it, let them handle their own police business. I was in the lockup a few years ago, and I have a grudge against the police."
The lockup is a slang term for a jail cell.
I said we could not do without him here, so would he take the job?
If Xie Ling didn't come, I would have to find another Xie Ling Lishixi Yin from Changbai Mountain in Northeast, which would take at least three days, and it wouldn't solve the immediate problem, so I still wanted to plead with Xie Ling.
Xie Ling chuckled coldly, saying when did he become a dog's leg for the police.
I said how could that be considered a dog's leg? My cousin is from the serious crime unit, and I need to cash in on that favor.
After learning that my cousin was a police officer, Xie Ling softened his attitude a bit and said: "Fine, I'll give you some face, but listen, I have a condition. If the cops agree to clear my record, I'll take the job. If not, I don't care, I'll drink and eat meat, don't bother me!"
I was taken aback by this. Was he trying to take advantage of us?
I asked him how much money he wanted.
"I don't want money!"
"You don't want money?" I was shocked that he would say he didn't want money.
Xie Ling said: "I have a criminal record, so it's inconvenient for me to do anything now. I can't get a job, no one wants to lend to me, and I can only buy a house with full payment. It's damn frustrating. So here's the deal: tell the cops that if they clear my record, I'll come. If they don't, you can give me a million, and I still won't come!"
"That..." I covered the phone and asked Han Li: "He doesn't want money, but he wants you to help clear his record. If it's cleared, he'll come, if not, he won't."
Han Li asked me: "What crime?"
I asked Xie Ling: "What crime did you commit?"
"Tomb robbing, they charged me with theft of national property and sentenced me to ten years, but my boss bribed me, and I was out in four years instead." Xie Ling said in a brazen manner.
I told Han Li: "He was sentenced to ten years for theft of national property. He has now served his sentence."
"That's fine, helping the police to solve a case counts as redeeming himself. He deserves some reward. His record can be cleared." Han Li nodded.
Helping someone who has already served a sentence to clear their record is not particularly unreasonable. However, the zombie in the blood coffin was definitely a real threat to people's lives.
"Sure! Hurry over here, there's a zombie waiting for you," I said to Shi Yin.
Shi Yin slammed the table and said, "Alright, I'll go home and get my tools to take care of this [expletive]."