After the photos and keys are back where they belong.
Dean drove Holden back to the LVPD, and Holden first went to the morgue where Jayne Harden's body was stored.
Dean took out a syringe from his luggage bag, put it into his suit pocket, found a public phone booth near the police station, inserted coins and made a call.
"Hi, Lawyer Lucville, I have a question for you."
"Say it, Dean, I'm listening."
"If I convince the real murderer to surrender, will it be considered as completing the contract? Can I rescue Joan Catree?"
"You want to threaten Barrett Quinn?" The lawyer's voice sounded very troubled. "Listen, Dean, coercion and bribery will not work. According to my experience, most people who want to be above the law will. A terrible death.”
"How dare I discuss illegal and criminal behavior with you, a barrister? I have legitimate methods to make people wake up after their conscience is discovered, without leaving any consequences."
"I asked you to find evidence, but you want to ask the suspect to surrender directly, saving me all the steps of going to court..."
After a moment of silence, the lawyer's heavy breathing came from the other end of the phone.
"Forget it, as long as it's within the limits allowed by the rules and there are no hidden dangers, you can go ahead and do it."
…
After getting the answer he wanted, Dean hung up the phone and entered the police station.
"Boy, we haven't seen each other for more than two months, have you finally rested enough?" Karl, who had an anxious face, met him again, smoothed two sparse black hair on the Mediterranean Sea, and stretched out his hand to him, "It just so happens that the guys are too busy. Come on, do we have a support mission tonight to share the pressure?"
"Sorry, I'm busy and I'm temporarily unavailable!"
…
Dean dismissed several condoms along the way, almost trying to get him to help the night patrol police officers and enter the morgue on the first floor.
"We arrived just in time. Tomorrow, Jayne's family will take away the body for burial," Holden glanced at the rows of large silver freezers containing the bodies. "To your left, there is a large freezer No. 13!"
Dean grabbed the handle of the freezer and pulled it out. The pale and cold air filled the air, and he pulled out a black body bag.
It exuded the pungent smell of disinfectant and the stench of rotting corpses.
Zhi——
The zipper is open.
A naked male corpse was revealed. His skin was swollen and bloodless, his body was obese and out of shape with some faint body spots, and his belly was as big as that of a pregnant woman who was six months pregnant.
The most eye-catching thing is the vicious centipede-like suture marks on his neck, chest, abdomen, and limbs.
At this moment, he was lying with a calm expression, like a large wax figure that had been mended, cold and cold.
"Has the autopsy been done?" Dean took out a syringe, inserted it into his arm, and pulled back the push rod.
"His family requested it, and the autopsy confirmed that he was hanged. Wait, what do you want to do? I promised that I would not tamper with the body!"
"Don't worry, I'll just draw some blood." Dean struggled to pull the push rod for a long time. When he looked at the needle tube, he was stunned. There was only a faint mass of dark red viscous substance in the tube.
"Why can't you pull it out?"
"Blood coagulates after death, and it is difficult to extract it with ordinary methods." Holden looked at his companion's clumsy appearance, and finally felt that he was more pleasing to the eye. "You have to change to a larger syringe, and align it with the position. Wait a moment. , let me demonstrate to you."
Holden turned and left the morgue, and five minutes later he brought back a big thing that was at least several times the size of the syringe in Dean's hand. The size of the needle was no less than a straw.
"Aim at the ventricle..." Holden held the syringe and stabbed it, inserting the needle into the opponent's left chest with precise movements. "While inserting, start to pull back the push rod."
Holden's hands slowly pulled the push rod, but failed to hit it the first time, and the extraction failed.
But after repeated extractions several times, dark liquid slowly gushes out of the large needle tube.
"Stop! That's enough." Dean took the syringe, put the blood injection sample bag away, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, man, I didn't expect you to have such skills."
"It's just an amateur level." Holden asked, "Can I tell you now, why did you take the blood of the deceased? Do you want to do something illegal and taboo?"
"What do you mean? I can only give you a hint, it has something to do with the soul." Dean grinned with an enigmatic smile, "Sometimes unknown things make humans more afraid and trembling than death, making them unable to resist!"
"And fear far outweighs any torture!"
"Just wait, stay at the police station tomorrow night, there will be a surprise."
Dean patted the thoughtful Holden on the shoulder, pushed open the morgue door and walked out.
At the same time, a new line of prompts flashed across the system,
"Jayne Harden's blood replaced Gru Stone's blood, blood analysis countdown, 23:59:56."
…
The next day passed unknowingly.
Kovan Hotel Restaurant.
Barrett Quinn was wearing a vest and shirt as always, walking around carrying coffee and cakes, serving diligently, with obvious bags under her eyes, a huge aquiline nose, and a formulaic smile on her face.
When he walked past the corner of the restaurant, his steps suddenly stopped.
"Bell, why are you so distracted today?" A waiter who was as thin as a bamboo pole was chatting with a handsome colleague. "I can't see Joan for a week. Are you depressed thinking about her? Be patient, maybe she will be back next month. "
"Stop dreaming, we will never see the goddess again in the future!" said the handsome colleague angrily, "I heard the gossip from those women. Jayne's wealthy wife is determined to bring down Joan, and no one can save her. "
"Poor Joan, once sentenced, she won't be able to get out for more than ten years. By then, she will have transformed from a beautiful woman to a fat aunt who is out of shape."
Barrett, who was eavesdropping next to him, turned pale for no apparent reason. He cautiously moved closer to join the conversation and stammered, "Isn't Joan manslaughter? Isn't the sentence of more than ten years too harsh?"
The thin man glanced at him with contempt, turned away impatiently, and continued to communicate with Bell.
"It's all that bald fat man's fault! He hanged himself to death while doing business, and even poured dirty water on Qiong's head."
…
Barrett quietly lowered his head and stayed away from his chattering colleagues.
The situation remains the same, he is clumsy and tongue-tied, incompatible with his surroundings, and will always be excluded, like a pitiful imbecile.
No, I should say worse.
The only woman who brought a lively color to his gray world, his beloved Joan, was also imprisoned in the detention center.
And it was because of him.
…
Get off work at six o'clock,
Exhausted, Barrett returned to the apartment, went straight to the bathroom, took out the photos collected in the water tank, and looked at the still stunningly beautiful goddess of his dreams with loving eyes.
"I'm sorry, my dear," he kissed the photo crazily, his gloomy face and triangular eyes showing a numbing tenderness, "I love you so much, I was blinded by jealousy, and I couldn't hold it back on impulse, I didn’t mean to frame you.”
"forgive me!"
With red eyes, he wiped off the saliva on the goddess's photo and put it away carefully.
Then he took out a photo of Jayne Harden, looked at the disgusting fat face and cursed,
"Damn fat pig! Masochist! Pervert! It's all your fault!"
"Misleading me hurt Joan!"
Hiss—
Two big hands with protruding veins tore at the photo manically, tearing it into a pile of pieces and throwing them into the toilet.
Barrett turned on the faucet and flushed it for ten minutes, flushing the debris down the drain.
With his nose snorting heavily, he looked up at the angry face in the foggy mirror above the washstand, and suddenly rubbed his eyes in confusion.
The whole person was stunned on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning——
A clear scratch appeared on the mirror covered with a layer of water mist. The scratch was like a translucent poisonous snake, crawling and moving on the mirror, blinking and forming a pale text——
murderer!
…
"NO! NO!"
Barrett was frightened and stepped back, wiping the mirror in horror.
The curtains in the corner of the bathroom suddenly fluttered, and a penetrating coldness brushed the back of his neck, as cold as the rotting hands of a dead man.
Barrett's hair stood on end for a while, and his whole body stiffened as a cold chill enveloped him from all directions, like the skin of a dead person that had just been peeled off.
Can't even move a finger.
His throat was also gripped by something, and his screams turned into a faint hiss.
He stared helplessly at his pale, ugly, frightened face in the mirror.
Whoosh - a gust of wind blew up half of the photo placed on the toilet tank, floated dangling in front of his eyes, and accurately stuck it on the mirror.
In the photo.
Jayne Harden, who had died long ago, was squinting his dark eyes and grinning at him.
You killed me!
The mirror below the photo outlined two lines of clear text, and a voice seemed to ring in his ears.
Kneel down and confess to me
…
Jayne's ghost comes to seek revenge on me?
Barrett froze on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning, his blood-red face turned pale, hot and humid sweat quietly soaked all his clothes, and his heart jumped into his throat.
The coldness wrapping around his body became tighter and tighter, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Relax, relax.
Take a deep breath.
breathe…
He opened his mouth and nose desperately, like a thirsty fish that was about to suffocate.
But without any warning, the power restraining his body disappeared, and he relaxed all over!
"Illusion! It's all an illusion!"
Barrett screamed and rushed out of the bathroom, jumped on the bed and rushed to the light switch on the wall beside the bed, pressing the switch with his right hand.
boom!
There was a crisp sound.
The electric light on the ceiling was shattered into pieces by an invisible force, and crystal glass fell all over the sky.
Barrett rushed to the lamp next to the desk.
boom!
The lightbulb exploded again!
Barrett was stunned.
The setting sun at the end of the horizon casts its last mottled light into the window.
But instead of dispelling the gloom and coldness in the house, it made the place even darker and quieter, like a lonely tomb in the wilderness.
Barrett turned sharply.
A photo was suspended in the dim air in the bedroom. In the photo, Jayne Harden was grinning at him, showing a pair of yellow teeth and biting him hard!
With his bladder filled with blood and swollen, an uncontrollable urge to urinate came up. Barrett rushed to the door in two crazy steps, grabbed the handle and twisted it, trying to open the door and escape into the corridor.
But the feeling of holding it is like twisting the shaped steel bar.
The handle was welded to the door and it didn't move at all!
His mind went blank, and driven by instinct, he turned around and kicked over a low stool, rushed to the balcony, and successfully opened the balcony door, and then his breath stopped!
His face hit a cold wall——
A huge black shadow like a hill enveloped him on the balcony, like the gatekeeper of hell, cutting off his last way to survive.
Barrett slowly raised his head, the nightmare reappeared——
The bright red sunset illuminated the fat face that made him jealous to the core, but at this moment, the face was as white as a thick layer of powder, not like a human being.
And below the face, on the fat neck, the purple-black marks that penetrated deeply into the flesh were clearly visible.
God.
Jayne Harden crawled out of the freezer wearing the blue suit I hate most.
I chased him to the balcony of my house.
The man collapsed completely. His body went limp and his knees fell to his knees.
Trembling, he knelt before Jayne Harden.
"You killed me."
Jayne Harden's cold, hoarse voice sounded like a file. Barrett felt another sharp object touch the back of his neck. Suddenly, a stream of heat surged from his crotch, sliding down his thighs and pooling on the ground. Yellow water pool.
"Woo...don't kill me." His teeth chattered, his hands and feet shook uncontrollably, and snot and tears welled up at the same time.
"I was wrong. I just wanted to make a joke. I didn't expect you to be strangled."
"Come on, come with me to hell."
"No, don't kill me!" Barrett hugged his thigh, which was as cold as a popsicle, and confessed, "I agree to any conditions, as long as you save my life."
"I will spend the rest of my life atoning for you. I swear to God and Satan!"
The hoarse plea echoed around the balcony.
But Jayne just looked at him coldly with his eyes as dark as the abyss, without saying a word.
For a long time, until Barrett was about to faint.
…
"I'll give you one last chance."
Jayne suddenly spoke and looked down at this miserable man.
"Go to the police station to surrender before twelve o'clock tonight, clear the name of Joan Catree, and spend the rest of your life repenting in prison."
"This is your only chance to survive, but of course you can try to escape."
"I will always follow you, follow you, follow you, once I catch you...haha," Jayne smiled so hard that his mouth almost reached his ears, his voice was full of blood and cruelty, making people shudder, "You will die. It’s a hundred times more painful than mine!”
Barrett's shoulders shrank.
"Now--"
Jayne waved his hand towards the house disdainfully,
"get out!"
boom!
An invisible force hit Barrett's chest. He lifted off the ground as if he had been hit by a battering ram, flew back several meters, and landed heavily on the bed in the bedroom.
My mind was buzzing and my eyes were filled with stars.
I don’t know how long it took.
All sounds disappeared.
Barrett Quinn got up from the bone-shattering pain and hurriedly came to the balcony.
The place was empty, not even a ghost.
He tried to open the door to his house again, but unexpectedly entered the corridor smoothly.
The previous horrific encounter seemed to be just an unreal nightmare, but the demon's warning lingered in his mind.
"I will always follow you, follow you..."
The wall clock pointed to eight-twenty in the evening. Barrett sighed sadly, washed his face, wiped away his tears, and put on new clothes.
Take the stack of photos and keys.
He walked out the door in despair.
…
Almost at the same time.
In the alley behind the apartment, a ghostly figure followed him.
(End of chapter)
