Uncover the mystery of ghost marriage in Snake Village: Snake Wife

"You boy, you have a lot of good fortune." Su Yawen smirked.

Fang Jun just rolled his eyes, don't look at Su Yawen's appearance of a weak scholar every day, in fact, he is simply a "beast in clothes" with duplicity in appearance, unreasonable and unforgiving, that mouth is enough to make people want to live but not die cannot.

Too lazy to argue, Fang Jun never won a verbal battle between the two of them.

According to the regulations of the bureau, for the convenience of inspection at any time, the body of the deceased will not be placed in the civilian morgue, but in a dedicated room on the third floor underground. Fang Jun does not feel nervous own clothes.

In order to ensure the freshness of the corpse, constant temperature preservation is a necessary means. The air-conditioning in the house makes people not feel shivering all over the body. Before the door is opened, Fang Jun has faintly smelled an inexplicable rotten smell, although he did not come twice once. But Fang Jun still didn't get used to it.

On the contrary, Su Yawen on the other side didn't take it seriously, pushed open the door and walked in.

The incandescent lamp on the roof was turned on, and the originally dark room was suddenly shrouded in cold white light.

Due to the relatively small number of corpses involved in the case, this morgue is obviously much smaller than the civilian ones, and the sides can be seen at a glance. More than a dozen iron beds are arranged in sequence, some are empty, some are covered with white cloth, and the corpses are motionless. lying in a small space under a white cloth.

Fang Jun glanced at the nameplate on the wall, "It's the NO.18 bed."

Su Yawen walked over and untied the white cloth. Sure enough, Yu Haojie's pale face looked even paler under the light of the incandescent lamp. His skin was already transparent, his lips were purple, his eyes were closed, and the bloodshot and veins were like the creaking trunk of an old tree. Along the contours of the cheeks, the entire face is covered, and it extends to the forehead.

Su Yawen quickly opened the backpack, the white box opened, and a dozen large and small knives, thick and thin, long and short, were neatly arranged in a row. Su Yawen put on a mask and gloves and took out a thin knife from the box. The long blade stabbed slowly towards the top of Yu Junjie's head.

Although he is a policeman and he is not a newcomer, Fang Jun still feels timid when he sees Su Yawen's actions. Thinking about this gut-breaking scene with a head-shattering scene, he feels goosebumps all over his body.

Su Yawen fiddled with it for a while, raised her head and took off the mask.

"How is it?" Fang Jun asked.

"There is indeed a lot of alcohol in his brain, but the alcohol seems to be impure. I think there is something mixed in it. I need to take it back for testing. Although he has taken a lot of sleeping pills, most of them are stuck in his throat. Only Part of it went into the brain and it wasn't fatal, so I think there's something wrong with the alcohol."

It was obviously a statement rather than an inquiry. For a layman like Fang Jun, Su Yawen would not say too much, and packed things quickly.

After all, the morgue is not a good place. After staying for a long time, I feel that my body smells like corpses. I turned off the lights and walked out of the room.

Just as Su Yawen closed the door, Fang Jun suddenly got excited and pulled him to a corner next to him. Inexplicably, Su Yawen was about to speak, but was blocked by the other party. Fang Jun whispered, "There is someone."

The heels of the shoes rubbed against the ground making a dull sound, getting closer and closer.

A white figure appeared at the door of the morgue, looked around, quickly opened the door, and got in.

Fang Jun and Su Yawen were taken aback at the same time, and looked at each other, "It's her!"