Jin Qing tilted her head and looked at the recorder in front of her who had regained her composure: "Do you want that human skin?" Recorder: "..." What do you mean, what do you mean she wants human skin? She only wants it now. She wanted to finish recording quickly and go back to rest, but her heart couldn't hold it anymore.
The recorder's silence has since become the default in Jin Qing's heart. Jin Qing looked at the recorder seriously, stretched out his hand and opened the lipless mouth of the male corpse.
The recorder had a bad intuition and was about to say something to stop him, but he saw that Jin Qing had already put two of his fingers into the man's corpse's mouth, and he didn't know what he was digging out of.
The recorder held her breath for a moment. Things couldn't be as she imagined! Just when he was struggling, Jin Qing suddenly raised his head, with a bright light in his eyes: "Found it." She had just felt that the man's throat was a little bulging, but she didn't expect it to be like this.
The recorder subconsciously took two steps back. She didn't know why, but she always had an ominous premonition. Then, she saw Jin Qing's fingers suddenly pulling out, holding a piece of dark yellow leather between his two fingers. ...As Jin Qing's hand moved outward more and more, she took out a whole piece of human skin from the man's mouth.
Obviously, this piece of human skin was stuffed into the man's mouth. At this time, the lower part of the skin had been corroded by gastric juice, and was exuding a sour and rotten smell.
The unpleasant smell made the recorder's stomach twist. The recorder looked at Jin Qing confused: When did Dr. Fang become so sharp that he could even take out things from people's mouths?
The key is how Dr. Fang found this piece of human skin in someone's throat. Jin Qing unfolded the human skin and looked at it carefully towards the window.
Her expression was as serious as if she was admiring a piece of art. No matter from which angle she looked, she looked like a pervert.
The recorder swallowed and took a few steps closer to Jin Qing cautiously: "What do you see?" Jin Qing tilted her head and glanced at the recorder. How should she answer this question? What can be found on human skin? , if there is no quarantine qualified blue stamp, it will not count.
Seeing Jin Qing's unfriendly eyes, the recorder backed away. She saw nothing and didn't know anything.
At this time, Tao Die's scream was heard from the door: "You actually want to eat alone!" Jin Qing turned around fiercely, just in time to face Tao Die's angry face.
Jin Qing put the leather in her hand into the tray aside, and the recorder thoughtfully opened the window for her.
Once again, he threw the pottery butterfly in his hand from the window, and the room became quiet again. Upstairs opposite, the director, who was checking the situation with a telescope, stuffed a few more quick-acting heart-saving pills into his mouth.
At the same time, he used the walkie-talkie in his hand to explain to the personnel on duty downstairs: "Please inform me that no one is allowed to enter the back floor area except our staff, and you should not pay attention to what is going on there." The director also said I don’t expect Jin Qing’s association with the demon to be kept secret for long, but at least until he retires!
At this time, the confused voice of his subordinates came from the intercom: "Director, is there anything going on over there in the back building?" Director: "..." Is this collective amnesia, or are we all pretending to be blind? Didn't we shout loudly just now? Was someone jumping off the building three times in a row?
After a long silence, the director's breathless voice came from the intercom: "Did you just meet someone?" His subordinates seemed more confused than him: "No, we have been adjusting surveillance in the office just now. !" Director: "..." Okay, confirmed, his men should have been hypnotized by the special agent who was monitoring Jin Qing and Tao Die.
Afterwards, the director began to desperately recall the timeline in his memory: Zao listen to people, the Special Tasks Office maintains a group of extremely powerful hypnotists, they can make people forget what happened within a certain period of time inadvertently.
Who knows if he has also encountered something inadvertently, and then had the relevant memories wiped away... When he thinks that his memory may have been confused by others, the director feels a chill running down his spine. I simply grabbed the calendar and started calculating forward.
Jin Qing's examination has come to an end. The recorder looked at the record book in his hand blankly. Dr. Fang was really powerful and domineering this time. Not only did he find out the real cause of death of the deceased, but the plot was like It was as if Dr. Fang had done it himself.
Tao Die slipped in quietly from the door. After jumping off the building several times, her clothes had become tattered.
But this time she learned the lesson. After entering the room, she sat in the corner and remained motionless, as quiet as if she didn't exist.
The recorder saw that Jin Qing seemed to have no follow-up action, and hurriedly reminded: "Doctor Fang, do you think we should dissect the body and then send the skin to the Department of Justice for examination?" Generally speaking, this is the norm. process, but Dr. Fang seems to have forgotten about it.
In other words, apart from reasoning, Dr. Fang seems to have done nothing serious. Jin Qing looked sideways at the recorder. She didn't quite understand why a good person had to be cut open.
Putting the tray with human skin into the hand of the recorder: "You can do whatever you want." Recorder: "..." Why should I deliver it? This is not in line with the work flow.
At this time, Tao Die, who was pretending to be mute, suddenly interrupted: "This man died in a brick kiln." It was time to show her value to Jin Qing.
Jin Qing: "..." How do you know? The recorder hurriedly flipped through the records: No, the records show that this person was found in a bush.
Seeing that Tao Die wanted to continue talking, Jin Qing immediately reached out to stop her. The recorder originally thought that Jin Qing was going to make some big move, so he hurriedly prepared to record it. Although the woman looked strange, she could tell just from the fact that she jumped from the building three times and still survived, that she was definitely not an ordinary person.
Unexpectedly, the recorder who had already prepared shorthand saw Jin Qing take out his mobile phone from his pocket, then found the director's number in the address book and dialed it.
The director was currently trying to figure out whether he had lost his memory for a certain period of time. Seeing that the caller displayed on the phone was Fang Yu, the director's first reaction was that trouble was coming.
Holding the quick-acting Jiuxin Pill in his left hand and answering the phone with his right hand, the director took two deep breaths and said to Jin Qing in a kind voice: "Fang, what can I do for uncle..." Before the director finished speaking, he listened to Jin Qing's words. The voice came from the other end of the phone: "What's the reward for this skinned man's body?" She never does business at a loss.
The director was a little confused when he heard this: "What kind of reward? Who do you think has a reward?" Why didn't anyone notify him?
