Chapter 245 Death is a gift? ! !
The moment I pushed the door open, it was like piercing through a layer of plastic wrap, and the bloody smell wrapped inside hit my nose, so strong that it was almost nauseating.
The prison guard who pushed the door open had a changed look on his face and quickly turned on the switch on the wall.
The moment the lights came on.
The terrifying, evil scene, like a Ukiyo-e painting of hell, emerged from the darkness and entered the eyes of the three people.
The gray walls, bright white tiles, and snow-white ceilings were all splashed with black and red, which solidified into six densely packed, repetitive words: I repent, I am guilty! Each word was crooked and of varying depths, as if someone was lying on the ground, on the wall, and on the ceiling, lowering his head and concentrating on picking out each word with his bloody nails.
The prison guard who opened the door was stunned, with his feet stuck at the door. He now probably understood why forensic doctor Qin Liang hesitated just now.
Qin Liang took a deep breath, pushed away the prison guard who was blocking his way, and mustered up his courage to step in.
The floor tiles are covered with horizontal, vertical, and diagonal marks everywhere - I confess, I am guilty!
There is almost no room to walk, only a little space between sentences for people to step on.
Qin Liang tiptoed in carefully, but the soles of his shoes inevitably got stained with blood, and his eyelids twitched slightly.
It wasn't because of the blood, but because of the scratches under the words after the blood was rubbed away.
"How much strength does it take to scratch it with your fingernails?"
Qin Liang felt a dull pain in all his ten fingers just thinking about it.
He turned his head and glanced at the wall again. As a forensic doctor, he had sharp eyes. He saw that at the edge of the bed, there was half a blackened nail embedded in the wall. There was a mixture of flesh, blood and wall dust on the nail.
Qin Liang looked up and scanned the ceiling again, feeling even more horrified: "The writing on the ceiling is also very strong, but the ceiling is nearly three meters above the ground, and Tian Tao is relatively short. Even if he uses a chair as a cushion, he can't reach it. How could he carve words on it? He can't really be lying on the ceiling, right?"
A strange and terrifying picture flashed through Qin Liang's mind.
Tian Tao in the picture was lying on the ceiling like a spider, carving words frantically with his fingers while mumbling sounds with his mouth open as if possessed, his face twisted and twitching as he endured the severe pain that connected his fingers to his heart.
Qin Liang shook his head and drove the horrifying scene out of his mind.
He walked around the words on the ground and took a lot of effort before finally reaching Tian Tao's front.
Tian Tao knelt on his knees, folded his hands on the ground, and touched the ground with his forehead, making a gesture similar to that of sacrifice or pilgrimage. Combined with the surrounding scene, there was an eerie sense of sacredness in the horror.
Qin Liang slowly squatted down and pried open Tian Tao's body without much force, which showed that the body had been dead for a short time and had not even had time to form rigor mortis.
He slowly straightened Tian Tao's head and an unexpected face came into his sight.
There was no fear, despair, distortion, or madness as Qin Liang had thought, but a calm smile? It was like the joy and relief of being liberated after spending so much effort and silently enduring the torment, and finally completing a certain ritual or work!!!
Qin Liang swallowed his saliva. He had been examining corpses in the Second Prison for half his life, but this was the first time he had seen a corpse with a smiling face after death.
Qin Liang looked at the smiling face in front of him, and his heart trembled: "Gift?!!"
As a forensic doctor, if I could receive a smiling corpse, it would be a rare gift in a sense... right! Qin Liang let out a long breath and suppressed his excitement.
He looked down at Tian Tao's bloody fingers again. Not to mention the remaining nails, the flesh on the fingers had been worn away, exposing the horrible finger bones, which had shrunk in size and shortened by half.
Qin Liang seemed to understand why Tian Tao was relieved, and he realized:
“People are all afraid of death, but little do they know that the existence of death means that all suffering has an end. Otherwise, the abyss of despair will never end!”
Zhou Hu angrily pushed away the prison guards who had come to watch in the corridor after hearing the news, strode into the duty room, and stepped on the bloody words on the ground with his shoes without any hesitation.
He walked quickly to Tian Tao, glanced at the latter's strange death, his pupils suddenly contracted, and then he looked at Qin Liang with a gloomy face.
He asked in a hoarse voice, "What's going on?"
Qin Liang stood up and took a half step back. Various thoughts were in his mind, but only four words came out of his mouth: "Tian Tao is dead."
Zhou Hu sneered: "I asked you how you died?"
Qin Liang frowned, almost thinking that Zhou Hu was asking him who killed Tian Tao. He had a vague answer to this question in his mind, but he didn't dare to say it.
It's not that I'm afraid of retaliation if I speak out, I just want to make friends with that person.
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The next second, Qin Liang realized that Zhou Hu was asking "how Tian Tao died". Obviously, Zhou Hu also had his own clear judgment about the "murderer".
Qin Liang breathed a sigh of relief. He paused for a moment and replied, "Except for the severe wear and tear on the fingers, there are no other obvious external injuries on the body. Well, I'm afraid we'll have to perform an autopsy to find the cause of death."
Zhou Hu said bluntly: "Then what are you waiting for?"
Qin Liang waved at the door, and two prison guards came in and helped Qin Liang carry the body to the autopsy room first.
The morgue is open 365 days a year, and there are almost no "customers". Usually, the dead prisoners are sent directly to the crematorium. Why do they need to come to the morgue for "transfer"? Zhou Hu looked at Qin Liang walking out slowly, snorted coldly, and scolded the prison guard on night duty: "Tian Tao made such a big scene in the room last night, and you didn't hear anything at all."
The night guard lowered his head and answered with confusion in his heart: "The room has been very quiet. We thought Captain Tian Tao had just fallen asleep."
At this moment, the prison guard in the monitoring room ran over and replied to Zhou Hu: "I just checked the surveillance. After Tian Tao entered the duty room last night, no one else came in."
As soon as the words were spoken, there was silence inside and outside the corridor for a moment, and you could hear a pin drop.
Zhou Hu also felt a chill on his back, but he was more angry. He sneered, "No one came in, so Tian Tao committed suicide. Otherwise, an invisible ghost entered our Second Prison?"
None of the prison guards inside and outside the door dared to answer.
Zhou Hu didn't expect them to explain anything. His face was gloomy, and he laughed in anger, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was deliberately talking to all the prison guards. He said grimly:
"Well, in one night, first it was Chang Wei, then it was Tian Tao. It was really not peaceful at all. Our new warden Qian is really good at tricks. I wonder if it will be my turn next?"
(End of this chapter)
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