Chapter 109 The Fifth Brother Skillfully Handles the Corpse

If you only heard Shi Mo's voice, you would probably think he was just a polite and elegant boy who was politely stopping his friends from making noise.

Both the content and tone of the words are irresistible.

But when this sentence is placed in this picture——

In the dim and broken demolished house, dust floated under the bleak light of the flashlight.

The man on the table's eyes were bloodshot, his body was convulsing, and dark red blood spurted out from his chest, as if countless dark red tentacles were twisting and extending out from his body.

The instigator, a tall and handsome young man, had a smile on his face and even winked at the man playfully.

Shi Mo had already taken off his hat and mask, but the light from below made his facial features look perfect yet sinister.

After he finished saying this, his hands did not stop moving, and the hand holding the knife moved slightly in the cut that had just been made.

The man arched his back suddenly out of extreme fear and pain, and was unable to think about what was happening in front of him!

He used up his last bit of strength and shouted desperately:

"Help...ho ho..."

The knife pierced his neck and severed his vocal cords.

His chance to make a sound was completely deprived by Shi Mo.

But the scariest thing is, he's still alive.

Shi Mo's medical skills were advanced and perfect. He cut off his vocal cords with one stroke without damaging his arteries and spine.

After all, a heart is more charming when it beats.

Under the influence of anesthesia, the man was unable to struggle with his limbs, but his consciousness was extremely clear.

Is this hell? This must be a nightmare, it must be...

The man felt his chest being torn open, and the sound of his ribs breaking rang in his ears like thunder.

His pupils began to dilate, and his brain's pain protection mechanism made him want to die urgently.

But at this time, Shi Mo sighed: "Hold on a little longer."

He took out some adrenaline and gave the man an injection.

In an instant, my heart, which had slowed down, started beating violently again.

Shi Mo touched the beating heart with satisfaction.

Then he held it in both hands and took it out.

He held the beating heart in his hands, the blood vessels of which were still connected to the man's body.

In the bleak light, you can still see the blood gushing out of the veins.

He was like an artist obsessed with his own work, examining it alone in the middle of the night.

Unfortunately, this isn't perfect either.

Shi Mo was a little disappointed.

Isn't it said that men who are angry are more powerful and different from others?

But this one doesn't look any different.

The previous prey was a very scheming woman who faked an accident to kill her rival's child and then got away with it.

The next one was a professor who hypocritically molested more than a dozen female students and even caused one of them to commit suicide.

He looks for extreme people who are good at hiding.

But why did their hearts look no different from those of his ordinary patients?

He has been looking for the perfect one, but he has never found it.

Shi Mo sighed, put his heart back, and then looked at the man with dilated pupils and distorted face with pity.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to die so worthlessly."

If the heart is perfect enough, he will take it home and keep it, and then it will be valuable.

The elegant and gentle young man finally showed mercy and stabbed the still beating heart with a knife.

At the moment when the blood spurted out of the artery, he slowly dodged to the side and not a drop of blood got on his body.

Then he put on protective clothing, walked to the next room, picked up the acetone and formalin that had been prepared long ago, and began to process the corpse bit by bit.

Time passed little by little, his breathing was shallow, his expression was extremely serious.

The horribly broken, disemboweled corpse in front of him looked like a cultural relic that he was restoring.

Finally, the body was dragged into a bathtub filled with bricks and filled with formalin.

Even if it was processed using the quickest and crudest method, it was still extremely skillful and perfect.

Shi Mo considerately covered the body with a piece of torn plastic sheet.

If nothing unexpected happens, the body will not be discovered until the demolition in a few months.

By then, even the most skilled forensic doctor will not be able to determine the time of death of the corpse.

He picked up the paint spray can on the ground, walked into the living room that was just covered in blood, and pressed the spray head.

He covered up all the bloodstains and painted a spray painting with bright colors.

There is a demolished housing estate here, and many young people do spray painting here.

There is nothing wrong with his behavior.

Of course, the most important thing is to cover up the smell of blood.

This way, even if someone comes in and wanders around, they won't find that this is a bloody murder scene.

When everything was done, it was already completely light.

Shi Mo lit a fire and threw all his gloves and mask into it.

Fire flickered in his dark eyes, and he touched the scalpel in his pocket.

Although he still hasn't found a perfect heart, the process of stabbing the sharp knife into his body and taking out the heart is still enough to make him happy.

When the fire went out, Shi Mo walked out.

The sunlight fell on him, and he was dressed elegantly and gracefully, looking like a handsome young man.

He glanced at the time and prepared to go back to the dormitory, take a shower and change clothes.

After completely washing off the almost nonexistent smell of blood and formaldehyde on his body, he went to the hospital.

It's time to look for the stars.

Even if you still have some research projects and experimental reports to write, put them aside for now.

After all, I promised that lovely little girl that I would accompany her today.

The most important thing is——

Because of yesterday's conversation, he is actually a little curious about the stars.

Meanwhile, the stars just woke up.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he sneezed violently.

"Woo..."

Xingxing rubbed her nose sleepily and felt a little numb on her back.

I always feel that something is not right...

The nurse brought breakfast, and Xingxing was immediately attracted by the exquisite and lovely breakfast and ate it happily.

I immediately forgot the bad feeling I had just had.

Shi Mo was walking towards him.

He still greeted everyone with a smile, and everyone felt that seeing Shi Mo early in the morning made the morning wonderful.

Shi Mo's face was gentle, but his mind was horrified——

He was somewhat excited and expectant.

Yesterday, the child seemed to know that he was going to kill someone.

If this is a coincidence -

What about now, today?

What would be the reaction of this child if he saw him today?

Shi Mo pushed open Xingxing's door and said softly:

"Good morning, little star, how did you sleep?"

Xingxing looked up, and the moment she saw her brother, her little face froze.