At night, Ning Qiushui decided to go deep into the hospital to search for clues about the 17th missing body, but met a strange person here.
The moment she looked at him, Ning Qiushui's heart beat faster.
A strange emotion entered his brain.
Fear, panic, anger...
The moment he received these emotions, Ning Qiushui knew that the owner of the heart in his body had a big grudge against the person in front of him.
The other party may not be a bad person, but at this moment, he may very well be his enemy.
The moment he saw Ning Qiushui, he didn't seem surprised at all.
Snapped!
The faint light of the lighter ignited in the dark hospital, lighting up a red star.
"What are you doing here... looking for a heart?"
The man's tone was calm, as if he knew his identity.
Ning Qiushui did not relax, observing the opponent carefully while being ready to fight or escape at any time.
"you know me?"
In the darkness, the two faced each other.
"I don't know you, but I know you are one of the victims."
"I smell the smell of death on you."
The other party's calm voice made Ning Qiushui's heart beat faster and faster.
It's tense.
Seems to be afraid of something.
"But don't be nervous...you are not the person I am looking for, at least not tonight."
Ning Qiushui squinted her eyes.
"Who are you looking for?"
The other party said calmly:
"A man who died twelve years ago."
"That's good, I thought you were here to find me."
"Are you afraid that others will find you?"
"It's not to say that I'm afraid. Dead people don't like visits from the earth."
Silence fell between the two again.
After a while, Ning Qiushui said:
"You're not a police officer?"
The man blew out a puff of white smoke.
"Not really, but the police will ask me for help if they have particularly troublesome matters."
"Like this time?"
"right."
"It seems that before you came here, you had already spoken to the officers at the police station."
The other party did not deny it.
"We've had some chats. My name is Fang Shan. What's yours?"
"Ning Qiushui."
Fang Shan nodded and heard Ning Qiushui say:
"You are not surprised to see me, which means you have seen the dead resurrected before."
Fang Shan did not respond.
Ning Qiushui continued:
"I'm very interested in your past, but now I want to ask another question. A total of 17 people died on this floor of this hospital the night before yesterday, right?"
Fang Shan slowly exhaled a puff of smoke:
"About 17 people died, who knows?"
Ning Qiushui:
"But with a 17th heart, you can't have two hearts in one person's body."
Fang Shan was silent, waiting for Ning Qiushui's next words.
"But one body is missing, and there is no photo in the newspaper. As far as I know, the police in Dusk Town did not see the 17th body..."
Hearing this, Fang Shan interrupted him:
"If you want to ask me where the 17th body is... I'm sorry, I don't know either."
"However, our motives for coming here tonight seem to be quite 'strange'."
Speaking of this, Fang Shan actually showed a weird smile on his face.
"We returned to the scene of the crime at the same time, I represented the police and you represented the victim... But the interesting thing is that neither of us came to find the murderer."
Ning Qiushui also laughed.
"indeed so."
The cigarette held between Fang Shan's fingertips was still burning slowly.
"Don't you care who kills you?"
"...Compared with this, I care more about where the 17th person disappeared."
"Well, he's your friend?"
"Not really a friend."
Ning Qiushui also took out a cigarette from his body.
He has developed a habit of smoking a cigarette every once in a while to cover up the smell of blood on his body.
"Fang Shan, when was the last time you saw a dead person resurrected?"
Fang Shan leaned against the window and gathered his clothes.
"12 years ago."
"Who is resurrected?"
"The dead victims are just like you... Of course, they are only temporary. The only one who is truly resurrected and alive is the murderer behind the scenes."
"You are talking about the murderer 'behind the scenes'... so there was more than one murderer 12 years ago?"
"Well, the murderer behind the scenes persuaded other people to kill the townspeople."
"Have the other murderers been caught?"
Fang Shan shook his head.
"No."
"They suck."
Hearing these words, Ning Qiushui was slightly startled.
"Rotten?"
Fang Shan looked at Ning Qiushui with a half-smile:
"Do you think...if a person is going to die, will his heart die first or his flesh and blood?"
Ning Qiushui thought for a moment and answered his question:
"The heart dies first."
The smile on Fang Shan's face gradually faded and he nodded.
"yes."
"When a heart is rotten, how can the skin be preserved?"
"The murderer twelve years ago didn't understand, and the murderer twelve years later doesn't understand either."
Ning Qiushui raised her eyes slightly:
"Aren't the murderers before and now the same person?"
Fang Shan:
"I would rather it be the same person."
"Everything is still up in the air, and it's best if my guess doesn't come true."
Ning Qiushui thought for a while and asked another question:
"How can a heartless person like me not die?"
Fang Shan was silent for a while.
"If your heart is not rotten, your skin will not be rotten."
After finishing speaking, Fang Shan popped the cigarette butt in his hand out of the window.
"If you have any information about the murderer, you can contact me at any time."
"It's a good thing for you that he's dead."
After finishing speaking, Fang Shan took out a small card and threw it directly to Ning Qiushui.
He seemed to be a little wary of Ning Qiushui, so he didn't get close and turned around to leave.
Looking at the business card in his hand, Ning Qiushui put it away.
After Fang Shan left, the beating heart in Ning Qiushui's chest gradually returned to normal.
"It was indeed the corpse stitcher who did it."
"But it seems that there was some connection between the two of them twelve years ago. Fang Shan is not simple at all. He actually knows so many things..."
Ning Qiushui carefully recalled what Fang Shan had just said, and vaguely grasped something.
"The heart rots first, then the flesh rots..."
"Does it mean that my body will die after my heart is damaged? In that case, I have to find my heart as soon as possible."
Ning Qiushui rubbed her temples.
His intuition told him that what Fang Shan just said, "The heart rots first, then the skin rots" did not only refer to this, but there seemed to be another meaning behind it.
"Those hearts must have been well hidden by the tricksters. We have to find a way to get them, and we have to find the ones belonging to me and Zhao Er from those hearts..."
In the dark corridor, only Ning Qiushui's figure was left, as well as the faint spark caught between her fingertips.
…
early morning.
There was a commotion in the Xianghe Hotel in the town at dusk.
In Room 303 on the third floor, Hong You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at his naked upper body, with panic and fear in his expression.
The originally flawless body suddenly developed some strange mildew spots out of thin air, which looked very strange.
These mildew spots look a bit like corpse spots, but they are not corpse spots. The skin in the spots has begun to fester, and pale yellow pus is leaking out.
Hong You took out a towel, dipped it in some water, and gently wiped the mildew spots.
Her movements were very gentle, but after wiping back and forth a few times, that piece of skin was still rubbed off!
Looking at the rotting meat inside, Hong You screamed and hurriedly threw away the towel in his hand!
She thought about the phone call she received last night.
…
"Remember the content of the second 'letter'..."
"——Once the trickster gets his hands stained with blood behind the Blood Gate, his body will continue to rot and he will die completely in five days."
…
pS: Good night!
