Chapter 1594 Morgue

Everyone has subjective consciousness.

If the world in front of us is really related to Modin, then it is not impossible for a world dominated by women to emerge.

Of course, until conclusive evidence is obtained, everything is speculation.

Kieran stood at the door of 2-1-6, watching the police detectives searching in and out of the room with his identity, while Grady looked at Kieran.

"You don't seem worried at all?"

Grady asked.

"There's not much there except a few books."

"And those books are not rare or unique, they are all available on the market."

Qin Ran answered.

"Yeah?"

"Please come with me, I need your help in determining what is missing from your room."

Grady continued to look at Kieran suspiciously, and then gestured.

Kieran nodded and walked in with Grady.

His eyes swept across the messy first floor.

"No."

Although things were messy and opened, according to Kieran's memory before leaving, there was not a single thing missing here, and the same was true on the second floor.

Several rooms were in a mess. In the office, the bookcase was opened and the contents were scattered all over the floor.

"The youngest recipient of the Fountain Prize in Psychology?"

Grady picked up the photo on the ground and looked at Kieran with slight surprise.

Obviously, this 'Fon' holds such an important position in the world of psychology that half of the outsiders are familiar with him.

Then Grady thought of something.

"No wonder you don't care about the losses you can make up for with money."

"With it, you already have the key to the vault door."

The female detective said this.

"I didn't steal or rob, I just made my own living. There's nothing shameful about that, is there?"

Qin Ran asked back and walked quickly to the third floor.

Compared to the first and second floors, the living area where Qin Ran lived on the third floor was the real hardest hit area. The computer was thrown on the ground, the case was dismantled, and none of the books remained in their original place. In his position, even the mattress of the bed with his identity was cut open with a sharp weapon.

After looking around the room, Kieran walked towards the book with the photo.

The book fell to the ground with folded hands.

The photos inside are missing.

"Did you lose something?"

Grady, who had been watching Kieran, immediately came over and asked after seeing Kieran's actions.

There was no doubt that the intruder was looking for something.

what is it

Grady couldn't be sure.

But there is one thing Grady is sure of.

The intruder in front of me is related to the dismemberment case!

Because this scene is so similar to the scene of the previous dismemberment case.

Except for the fact that there is no incomplete body, they are almost identical.

It was so messy that it left no traces.

Fingerprints, footprints, nothing.

Even the surveillance probes seemed to have become decorations.

Grady didn't know what tactics the other party used, but she knew that since the other party appeared again and broke into the home of the previous victim's ex-husband, then... keeping an eye on this victim's ex-husband would definitely yield something. , even an unexpected gain.

The key point is what the other party is looking for!

"photo."

Qin Ran answered truthfully, but concealed the specific description.

"What picture."

Grady demanded.

"My Photo."

Kieran continued to answer.

"You mean that the intruder entered your home and rummaged through it as if it was being demolished, just to find a photo of you?"

"Do you have a stalker who is crazy about you?"

Grady was obviously not satisfied with this answer and stared at Kieran with those sharp eyes.

"Who knows?"

Kieran said with a smile.

Hoo, ho!

Grady's breathing became heavy and rapid.

If it wasn't illegal to hit others without reason, she would definitely throw him over her shoulder and throw the guy with a smile on his face to the ground, face-first.

"You have my phone number. If you encounter anything or think of anything, let me know."

With that said, Grady walked downstairs angrily.

Kieran didn't send it.

He watched the other person leave, secretly arranging people to keep an eye on him. Then, Qin Ran began to pick up the scattered books one by one and put them back on the bookshelf.

Qin Ran also reassembled the disassembled computer case and placed it on the computer table.

After doing all this, Kieran seemed a little tired and sat on a chair to rest.

A palm stretched out from the curtain where Kieran's back was facing.

The black leather gloves gave people an uncomfortable feeling under the light, and when the palms were completely separated from the curtains, the discomfort for ordinary people turned into horror.

because……

That's a palm with an arm.

There is no torso, legs, or head that should be connected.

This arm went down the curtain without making the slightest sound, like a crawling gecko, getting closer to Kieran who was resting on the chair.

It climbed up the legs and back of the chair.

During the process, he was careful not to touch Kieran's body.

When he grabbed the back of the chair, he bent the five fingers of his palm hard, and his whole arm flew up, grabbing at the back of Kieran's neck.

Then……

Caught short.

Just when the palm was about to grab Qin Ran's neck, Qin Ran suddenly turned his head, and his palm, along with his arm, brushed against Qin Ran's neck.

Before the palm of his hand hit the computer screen, Qin Ran grabbed the opponent.

Like a live fish being fished ashore, the palm struggled violently in Kieran's hand, and the next moment, the palm was grabbing towards Kieran's eyes in a way that completely violated the definition of joints.

However, when there was a slight flash of fire in Kieran's palm, the palm began to twitch rapidly, as if all its strength had been drained, it hung down, and began to rot rapidly, as if it were a high-level body. Rotting corpse.

The stench was accompanied by the flow of juice, and under Kieran's gaze, the entire arm, including the glove, disappeared.

A touch of 'power' dispersed in the air.

Similar to the power of the insomniac, but more.

Without any instructions, 'Gluttony' began to devour this power.

Qin Ran, who was standing aside, narrowed his eyes.

Although the arm turned into a puddle of pus, the electric touch just now was enough for Kieran to confirm that it was a female arm.

The skin is smooth and there is no more muscle.

His ex-wife had just been dismembered. There was only a head and a torso in the corpse cabinet, but no arms or legs. And at night, a woman's arm appeared in his room and attacked him. .

Kieran didn't think this could be a coincidence.

In other words, Kieran never thought there would be coincidence.

After 'Gluttony' digested this power and distributed it to the five major sources of power, Qin Ran turned around and walked down the third floor. Then, he jumped out from the semi-enclosed balcony on the second floor and blended into the night.

The two police detectives who had been staring at Qin Ran's bedroom from beginning to end did not realize that the person they were staring at had already disappeared.

…

Macross hummed a ditty from a popular song.

The day's work is finally over.

As a partner and executive of this forensic studio, she had to devote most of her time here.

Not only because she invested all her wealth in this forensic studio, she also borrowed a large amount of money from the bank. When she thought about the monthly loan repayments, McCross had a headache and her voice was humming. Out of tune.

"It will take another ten years to pay it off."

"Hopefully I won't die from overwork."

Whispering to herself, McCross began to inspect the studio before leaving every day.

Although most people will not set their sights on the forensic studio, some guys with special hobbies will keep their eyes on it.

As an independent forensic laboratory that cooperates with the police department, it does not have 24-hour police patrols nor sufficient security forces. It is really the favorite of those people.

McCross didn't want her to come here the next day, lose a key 'client', and then have her forensic license revoked, close her studio, and then fall into the miserable situation of being unable to pay off her mortgage and having her house taken away by the bank.

Therefore, McCross' inspection was not a routine matter, but very serious.

With this attitude, Macros quickly discovered something was wrong:

Someone had entered the morgue where the bodies were stored.

Moreover, not only did he come in, he also opened the corpse locker where the corpse was stored.

"Damn guy!"

"You better not touch my client!"

"Otherwise, I will let you know what a tragic end is!"

Looking at the corpse cabinet that had been pulled open but not closed tightly, leaving a crack, McCross cursed in a low voice, and then she reached into her backpack and took out a stun gun - —This was specially applied for after she became a forensic examiner cooperating with the police station.

Step by step, Macros approached the corpse storage cabinet.

When you are about two steps away from the corpse storage cabinet, you can open the corpse storage cabinet by raising your hand——

boom!

The door behind Macros suddenly closed.

The sudden sound of the door closing startled Macros.

Subconsciously, Macros turned her head to check.

And the moment she turned her head, the incandescent light above her head flickered continuously.

Stab, sting.

The current echoed silently.

"When I have money, I will definitely modify the circuit again...ah!"

Macros raised her head and looked at the flickering incandescent lights, muttering, but before she could finish her words, a hand grabbed her collar and pulled her backwards.

Behind Macross, the corpse cabinet with a gap opened silently at some point.

An arm stretched out from the body bag, grabbed Macross's collar, and pulled her into the corpse locker.

boom!

As McCross was dragged into the corpse locker, the corpse locker was immediately closed, and McCross's screams stopped abruptly.

The flickering lights returned to normal.

The closed door of the morgue was opened again.

Everything is business as usual.

After the stun gun on the ground was swept into the corner of the morgue by an invisible force, there was no evidence to prove that McCross had been here.

Even on the surveillance, there is only a snowflake, without any records.

Even the best police detectives will have doubts when they come here.

But Kieran won't.

After entering Macross's studio, in the [Tracking] field of view, he followed Macross's footprints directly into the morgue.

Then, he went straight to the corpse locker where McCross was dragged into.

But not before Kieran got closer.

The body cabinet marked Mary suddenly opened, blocking Kieran's path. The zipper on the body bag was opened, and the body that had lost both arms and legs slowly sat up, without any traces. The corpse, which had only a turbid look on its face, looked at Qin Ran who was so close, and a smile appeared on its stiff face.

"2567, are you here to see me?"

the corpse asked.

"no."

"Lie down."

"go back."

Kieran said simply.

"Are you really not here to see me?"

The rigor mortis' face was full of disappointment.

Qin Ran looked at the other party silently.

The corpse immediately wanted to smile, but when it noticed Qin Ran's indifferent eyes, it inexplicably felt a kind of suppression originating from the origin of life. The words it just wanted to say became the instinct of survival when it reached its mouth.

"OK."

"immediately."

"goodbye."

The body was laid back in the body bag again. While the zipper on the body bag was zipped up, the body storage cabinet was slowly closed.

Kieran walked towards the corpse locker where Macross was dragged into.

He did not choose to open the corpse storage cabinet, but slightly released some chaotic and evil atmosphere. When a faint smell of sulfur began to appear in the air, the corpse storage cabinet was opened instantly.

Macros vomited out as if being vomited.

She was covered in slime.

Or to be more precise: corpse water.

His eyes were filled with fear.

"Don't, don't come here!"

McCross shouted like this, and after shouting several times in a row, she realized that she had come out. She was surrounded by bright lights, and it was no longer the dim slaughterhouse filled with the smell of blood.

"You, are you 2567?"

After the shocked Macross breathed several times, she saw Kieran standing next to her.

Immediately, like a drowning person who found a life-saving straw, Macros rolled and crawled closer to Kieran, wanting to hug Kieran's thigh.

But not before McCross came close.

Kieran raised his foot and kicked the opponent away.

Kieran is not mysophobic.

But this doesn't mean that Kieran is willing to let a person covered in corpse water hold him.

McCross was stunned.

She looked at the man in front of her in confusion.

She didn't understand why the man in front of her did this.

Aren't you here to save her?

McCross thought blankly.

Then--

boom!

The door to the morgue closed again, and the incandescent light overhead flickered again.

The strong and pungent smell of blood began to appear.

"Ahhh!"

The familiar situation brought back memories of Macros' horrific experience. The female forensic doctor immediately let out a scream and rushed towards Kieran again without thinking.

But just like before, McCross was kicked away again.

Moreover, this time Kieran obviously controlled the force and made Macros hit the wall on one side in just the right way.

Rolling her eyes, McCross fainted.

And the entire wall of corpse storage cabinets began to shake.

Bang bang bang.

The banging sound of metal cabinets filled the entire room.

Of course, not all corpse lockers are shaking.

The corpse locker containing Mary's body was very quiet, but the remaining corpse lockers were like wild horses about to run away, as if they were about to fly out at the next moment.

Gu, Gu Gu.

The hungry growl of the stomach suddenly appeared along with the sound of swallowing saliva.

Suddenly, the entire morgue fell silent.

The corpse storage cabinets that were shaking and seemed to be flying out were retracted one by one and closed tightly, leaving no gaps.