Chapter 277 Finding out the truth
Zhang Hua also panicked. He hurriedly threw the instant noodle bucket on the ground into the trash can, wiped his mouth roughly, and moved closer to Diao Cuihua.
The marbles were still bouncing, and the sound was getting closer to them.
It seemed particularly cold in the empty corridor.
Suddenly, a strange smile came from the distance.
Extremely sad.
Ye Jinmo was drowned in the darkness, staring at the speaker at her feet in silence.
Where did Fatty Qian find such scary music? It's so creepy.
His voice came from the headset: "How about it, Sister Jinmo, the sound effect is good, right?"
She covered her mouth and whispered, "Who would believe the tricks in the movie? It's 2024..."
Before she could finish her words, a scream was heard from not far away.
Diao Cuihua hurriedly picked up her bag and ran away with Zhang Hua.
Running and shouting:
"Old Zhang, hurry up and leave! That damned guy is back to take our lives!"
"My nephew, I didn't mean it. You were in poor health to begin with. If you die soon, it will also bring good fortune to the family..."
Zhang Hua was obviously panicked. Three more wrinkles appeared on his old face, and he kept bowing towards the morgue.
"Nephew, your aunt is right, and your uncle is helpless. Don't worry, I will burn 10 billion for you once the compensation comes!"
After saying that, the two of them grabbed the bag and ran away.
Ye Jinmo walked out of the darkness, crossed her arms over her chest, and exclaimed: "Your method is quite effective!"
A proud voice came from the headset: "That's right, Sister Jinmo, go and do the autopsy, I'll hold the door for you."
She and the medical examiner hurried into the morgue.
The cold air hit me in the face.
They quickly found the deceased based on the number plate.
When the white cloth was lifted, a pale face appeared.
She quickly unbuttoned the man's clothes, revealing the skin underneath.
After so many days of death, his body has become stiff.
There were still a lot of fat maggots left on the corners of the clothes.
The forensic doctor remained calm.
Ye Jinmo wore rubber gloves and touched the dead person's limbs.
“All the joints show signs of damage.”
The forensic doctor also frowned: "The burns caused by the explosion only left traces on the lower legs, not enough to be fatal."
“Why is it black here?”
Hearing this, she looked up and her expression changed.
There is a faint black line from the neck to the heart, about half a centimeter wide.
"No, this is poisoning!"
At this time, Qian Tengyue's voice came into my ears: "Sister Jinmo is coming, you guys retreat quickly!"
The two men buttoned up the deceased's clothes, covered him with a white cloth, and left the morgue.
Ye Jinmo walked hurriedly, always feeling that someone was watching her from behind.
She felt a little scared and looked back, but there was no one in the corridor.
strangeness!
She and the medical examiner got into the elevator and took off their gloves.
When she was exiting the elevator, a man hurriedly brushed past her and entered the elevator.
She glanced at the location of the man's gesture, the third floor underground.
Is he going to the morgue?
The sound of chairs colliding came from the headset.
"Sister Jinmo, please go to the back door and wait. Zhang Wo and I will be out soon."
The back door is a parking lot, and at this time, there are very few vehicles coming and going.
As soon as I walked in, I smelled a smoky smell.
Then, crying was heard.
"My nephew, if you are still alive, your death is not our fault, it's all Ji's fault!"
It was Diao Cuihua's voice.
Ye Jinmo signaled the forensic doctor to go to the car first. She took out her mobile phone and turned on the video function.
"You lost your parents when you were young, and your uncle and I raised you. You can't repay kindness with hatred!"
In front of Diao Cuihua there was an iron basin with flames in it.
Ye Jinmo was a little anxious because this person didn't tell her the important information.
She had an idea, put the speaker on the ground and turned it on, and the shrill cry came again.
Because it was late at night, there was no one in the parking lot and it was even darker than the hospital corridor.
When the sound came, the two people who were burning paper panicked instantly.
"Nephew, you won't let us go?" Zhang Hua's lips trembled. "Every wrong has its perpetrator. Look at your conscience. Your uncle has never hit you once since you were a child. All the injuries on your body were caused by your aunt!"
Upon hearing this, Diao Cuihua couldn't stand it anymore and grabbed his hair: "Zhang Hua is such a heartless man. Even if I beat and scolded him, I never thought of killing him. What about you? You poisoned your own nephew for money, and now he's back to claim his life, and you blame it all on me!"
The two men started to fight.
Ye Jinmo put away his phone, his face gloomy, he picked up the speaker and walked away.
As she expected, this was not an accidental death at all, it was murder! This is a frame-up!
It was already two o'clock in the morning when we returned to the Zhong family.
They went to the reception room.
See them come in.
Ji Sichen went forward immediately.
Ye Jinmo took a few steps back: "I'll go wash up first."
Half an hour later, several people sat on the sofa.
The forensic doctor compiled a simple report overnight.
"Because we can't perform an autopsy on the body, Miss Ye and I can only do a simple inspection."
Ye Jinmo nodded and took out the video from her mobile phone.
"When we examined him, we found that he had multiple fractures and signs of poisoning."
"Combined with the video, I suspect the family members premeditated the poisoning and then faked the death by explosion."
Zhong Shaoqing picked up the report and said, "Now that we have the evidence, what are your plans?"
Ji Sichen raised his eyes calmly, his voice cold: "Don't worry about what happens next."
The housekeeper brought some midnight snacks and they all stayed at the Zhong's house.
Ye Jinmo returned to her room and went to sleep.
I closed my eyes, but couldn't fall asleep.
Her mind was filled with the faces of the dead.
As a doctor, I wasn't afraid, but I was confused.
She still feels like someone is watching her.
I simply got up, went to the balcony, and poured myself a cup of hot milk.
The moonlight outside the window is just right, but even in March, it’s still a little damp and chilly at night.
Suddenly, a message from Ji Sichen popped up on the phone.
"Still asleep?"
She replied: I can’t sleep.
The other party did not reply, and within five minutes, there was a knock on the door.
She actually opened the door and it was Ji Sichen.
She hurriedly pulled him in.
The man held her in his arms and held her to the bed.
"Thank you for your hard work tonight."
She nestled in his arms, smelling the familiar scent, and shook her head: "It's not hard, it's just..."
She looked up: "All I could think of was that man's face."
The man covered her lips with coldness and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
She felt much more at ease and fell asleep quickly.
I didn't sleep well that night.
In her dream, there was a man complaining.
He talked about how harshly his uncle's family treated him and how unjust his death was.
She couldn't see the man's face, but the clothes he was wearing were exactly the same as what she had seen during the autopsy.
The next morning, Ji Sichen and Zhong Shaoqing went to the company early.
She got up with a heavy heart.
Mrs. Zhong asked the servant to bring breakfast.
At the dinner table, Qian Tengyue wolfed down the food and kept praising its delicious taste.
Mrs. Zhong couldn't stop smiling.
"Sister Jinmo, why are you unhappy? Is there something on your mind?"
Several people looked at her.
She told him about her dream last night.
The forensic doctor, who had been eating elegantly, looked slightly changed and gloomy.
"Miss Ye, do you believe in ghosts and gods?"
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