The liquid inside is probably the formalin Xiaomei mentioned. The glass bottle is like a large magnifying glass, making the corpse inside look particularly distorted.
I opened all the white cloths, and without exception, a dozen bottles contained dead bodies!
There was no light in the dark basement, so I relied on the faint flashlight to look at these dead bodies from a distance.
The corpses in the formalin were either staring or opening their mouths, each looking hideous and terrifying.
On the gray and swollen skin, ravine-like flesh folds were squeezed out, and his hands as big as cattails were pressed against the wall of the bottle.
Especially the bubbles at the corners of their mouths that have not yet burst, as if they are still breathing.
As a senior corpse carrier, I have seen all kinds of corpses.
I have personally dealt with corpses that were ground to pieces in car accidents.
But never had I been so frightened.
In fact, most corpses that die naturally are not particularly hideous.
Those horrific-looking corpses were either tortured by disease or caused by homicide.
They cannot be distinguished based on their shape alone.
However, all the corpses had bubbles of varying sizes at the corners of their mouths, which meant they were still breathing before being stuffed into bottles.
Treating living people as specimens, Chen Changming, a thing that has brought disaster to the country and the people, has died eight times, and it is hard for the people to be angry.
At this time, I noticed the label at the bottom of the bottle. The writing on it was a little yellowed, but it was still legible.
There were only three words written on it: Zhang Zhaodi.
I was immediately shocked. Isn’t this the name of the person hanging on the display board?
It turns out that these so-called outstanding students have become specimens here!
This is a dozen lives!
I really can't imagine how painful it was for them to watch themselves being soaked in formalin.
This matter is too big and beyond my control.
I wished that Chen Changming would die soon, but I had to stay calm, even to the point of numbing myself.
Emotionally speaking, just a few loud words won't solve anything.
Only by numbing yourself can you better see the essence.
I took out a soft cigarette, put it in my mouth and started smoking.
Cigarette butts flapped in the darkness, dry tobacco hissing in the air.
I didn't recover until the cigarette butt burned my hand.
I no longer think about their pain, but regard them as animals, even trivial things.
Finally, I calmed down.
Chen Changming must be doing something bigger by using such a large amount of money to kill people.
He is a very cautious person. For such a big matter, there must be relevant records.
I'm sure because I've called him Dad for several years and no one knows him better than me.
The cigarette butt was crushed beneath my feet and I began to search the basement.
Opposite the bottles are rows of shelves with several boxes neatly placed on them.
I took out the key and tried it, and it really opened.
Inside the box were neat stacks of documents. I opened them and saw student files inside.
And here I saw Zhang Zhaodi’s name again!
I looked carefully at the labels on the bottles, and they all matched.
The files are written in great detail, covering everything from home address to parents' occupations.
All the way to the bottom column, I saw their parents’ mobile phone numbers.
I held my phone and thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to take the file away.
For no other reason than parents giving birth to a child, if their child suffers something outside, the parents have the right to know the truth.
I tidied up the scene and tried to restore it to the way it was at the beginning.
By the time I came out of the basement, it was already sunset.
I lowered my head and walked towards the school gate. As soon as I turned onto the path, I looked up and saw Chen Changming.
He was wearing a navy blue suit and was coming face to face with me.
There was only one road, and I had no choice but to move forward.
Chen Changming shouted first: "Why are you alone? Where is Xiaomei?"
I half lowered my head and laughed a few times: "I thought about going out for a walk, but the school is too big and I got lost."
He laughed and said, "That's good, let's go together."
Damn it, I wanted to find an excuse to leave, but I didn’t expect him to climb up the pole!
I still have a large stack of files in my arms!
Chen Changming took the initiative to take out a cigarette from his arms and handed it to me.
I waved my hand quickly: "No, no."
Chen Changming had a smile on his face: "You smell so much of cigarette smoke, and you still say you won't do it?"
That's how he is, cautious and careful, and he won't miss any detail.
The more this happens, the more calm I have to be.
The battle with the old fox is not only about ability, but also about psychological quality.
