Piranha Plant (4)

The two drove to Fu Songan's private studio area. In fact, although Zhao Lei Ting had investigated the situation of Fu Songan's studio before, he found nothing in the end. This studio was like a mysterious space between Fu Songan and Song Xinran. If he couldn't find out the truth, then Song Xinran's secret could not be solved.

When they found the studio's property manager, this middle-aged man in his forties rejected their request outright.

His name is Zheng Hai. He usually does some medical machinery business and is also a small developer. This studio is neither big nor small. Because it is a private studio, it is not so conspicuous among the company buildings. It is a standard bungalow, like a processing plant, and the property rights belong to Zheng Hai.

Zheng Hai said: "Professor Fu's contract is for five years. It's still a long time, so it's really hard to visit. Moreover, when Professor Fu was here, he repeatedly reminded us not to allow outsiders to visit. I hope you two understand."

Fu Songan has been missing for a year and a half. Meng Siqi doesn't believe that Zheng Hai can still keep an empty promise, unless there is some hidden secret.

Zhao Lei Ting said sternly: "Zheng Hai, you know about Fu Songan's disappearance. We are investigating this matter. If you prevent us from doing so, we can take you back for questioning at any time."

Zheng Hai handed over a cigarette and apologized, saying with a shy smile: "Oh, you are really making it difficult for me. Otherwise, look at the contract we signed. If I let people visit without permission, I will have to pay compensation."

It seems that Zheng Hai is a little difficult to deal with. Meng Siqi thought about it and said calmly: "Zheng Hai, if Fu Songan's disappearance is related to the studio, then we can sue you for concealing the truth. You know the seriousness of this. This is a criminal case. You don't think we are here to rent a house, do you?"

Zheng Hai's smile froze for a moment, and he seemed a little hesitant. Zhao Leiting followed Meng Siqi's words and gave him a warning: "Zheng Hai, think about it carefully. What good will it do you to hinder our investigation?"

Zheng Hai slowly shook his head, stamped his feet, and sighed, "What do you think I have against you police? Well, Fu Songan won't come back anyway, so go in and take a look."

"You are right to cooperate like this." Zhao Lei Ting affirmed him in a stern manner.

On the way Zheng Hai took the two of them to the studio, Zhao Leiting did not forget to give her a thumbs up.

It had been almost two years, and the iron door of the studio had already become rusty. Zheng Hai picked up the key and opened the door secured with an iron chain.

The door creaked open and it was pitch black inside. It was afternoon and the windows might be closed.

Zheng Hai said, "I'll go look for the switch."

The studio had a separate electrical lock. Zheng Hai walked in in the dark with a flashlight. After a while, it seemed as if a cover had been opened. Several lights flickered in the entire studio, and there was the sound of a ventilation fan starting up.

It was getting brighter inside. Meng Siqi poked his head in and saw a corridor. Zheng Hai had opened the power switch in the corridor. He waved at them, "Right here."

The two followed him, and Zheng Hai opened an aluminum door. This door was not a chain, but a safety lock. Zheng Hai stared at the keyhole and fiddled with it for a long time before opening it. He muttered, "This lock will become stubborn after a long time."

The aluminum door opened, and a strange smell came out. Meng Siqi rarely smelled this smell, and she didn't expect it to be so pungent after such a long time. She covered her nose and smelled a slight smell of disinfectant in this complex smell. As for the other smells, they were all related to medicine and death.

At the same time, the cold air in the studio rushed towards the door, making Meng Siqi shiver.

Zheng Hai touched the studio light switch, and Zhao Leiting asked, "Does it smell like formalin?"

"Yes. Anti-corrosion." Zheng Hai answered while touching the switch.

His answer was very natural, he must be familiar with this place. It is also possible that Fu Songan and him have transactions on medical machinery. Meng Siqi thought briefly.

Click! The lights were turned on, and the whole studio was lit up. In an instant, what caught Meng Siqi's eyes were glass boxes, dissection tables, and some strange human organs.

She couldn't help swallowing rapidly and wanted to escape. These things are very reminiscent of death, so as a non-medical professional, the first feeling may be rebellion.

Zhao Lei Ting touched his chin unnaturally, it was a habit he was not used to.

Zheng Hai smiled and said, "You two, come in and take a look."

They tried every possible way to get in. If they didn't go ahead, Meng Siqi felt that Zheng Hai would laugh at them for the rest of their lives.

She calmed herself down and took a few steps inside. Zhao Leiting was braver than her and walked ahead of her all the time, even reaching the dissecting table.

The dissecting table was covered in dust, indicating that no one had used it for a long time. On the cabinet next to the dissecting table stood a row of iron boxes filled with various scalpels and dissecting instruments, but they had been covered in dust and had lost their metallic luster.

Meng Siqi's eyes moved away from the dissecting table and naturally swept to the glass boxes and organ specimens placed on the long table.

There were about five or six glass boxes filled with transparent liquid, and the human organs were soaked in the liquid, which should be formalin.

Outside the glass box, there were a few organ specimens that were already formed and not fully formed. She couldn't help but take a few steps forward. A complete heart specimen was placed on the stand on the table.

The outline of her heart and the mottled veins were all intact. She couldn't help but feel the beating of her heart, as if it was connected to a certain mechanism. She felt as if her heart was being spied on. Her rhythm was clearly visible, and she couldn't help but shudder.

Maybe what she saw was just a model, she consoled herself.

Zheng Hai said: "This is a plastic specimen of human heart." He was quite enthusiastic and kept his eye on Meng Siqi.

"You mean, this is a specimen made from a real human heart?" Zhao Leiting asked in surprise.

"Yes, Professor Fu's daily job is to prepare medical specimens. He has scientific research exchanges with many hospitals. I can occasionally chat with him when I deliver mechanical equipment."

"How was this specimen made? Why doesn't it rot?" Zhao Lei Ting seemed very curious.

"I don't really understand it, but it seems to be about removing water and fat, retaining the muscle part, and filling it with some kind of plastic. In the end, it's just a model like this."

These words gave Meng Siqi some ideas for scientific exploration. Many hospitals or medical schools do have organ specimens for medical research or teaching. If the source of the organs is legal, then it falls within the scope of scientific research.

As for Fu Song'an, as an associate professor of the School of Medicine, his studio may have been recognized by relevant departments, and these organ specimens may have been used by him for scientific research.

She planned to report the information back. After all, she didn't know much, so she let the bureau determine the legality. Her main job now was to investigate Song Xinran.

In addition to these organ specimens, there are two workbenches. The two workbenches are close to each other, filled with books, and covered with dust.

This is probably the desk where Fu Songan and Song Xinran work. They probably do a lot of technical exchanges here.

She could imagine that the two would discuss many topics during their work exchanges. They were teacher and student, "lovers", and comrades-in-arms pursuing a common goal.

Song Xinran may have admired Fu Songan's character and skills, so she has been with him for four years; but maybe she fell in love with him, so she would rather live in this "dark" place for four years and even refuse to find a formal job; or maybe for some reason, Fu Songan caught her handle and forced her to submit to this, what is it? Meng Siqi sighed a little.

"Can I take a look around this workbench?" she asked Zheng Hai.

Zheng Hai seemed to think about it before answering: "Okay."

The table was covered with dust. Zhao Lei Ting turned around from the strange sight and saw Meng Siqi checking a table, so he also checked another table.

The table that Meng Siqi checked should be Song Xinran's. She deliberately took out her notebook from a pile of books. There was nothing recorded on it, only Song Xinran's name.

Because of the turning, the dust floated in front of her, and with the light shining on her, she could see each dust particle clearly.

Meng Siqi flipped through the books again. They were all related to medicine, mixed in with a few books on plastic specimens and corpse preservation. She didn't know much about these, but at the same time she was thinking about a question: the specifications here should be those of a dust-proof room, so why was the table covered with dust in just over a year?

She couldn't help but look around the studio again. The entire studio was sealed. If she had to work here for four years, facing corpses, then this kind of work was indeed not friendly.

Meng Siqi found two rows of vents on the wall. Perhaps because the power switch was not turned on, the vents looked like dilapidated propellers.

The propeller is already covered in dust, and perhaps if it were connected to other places, the dust would seep in.

This studio is closed and there is a propeller-like noise all day long. So how did Song Xinran manage to persevere?

She folded the books and put them away. As she moved, she bumped into the swivel chair beneath her. The chair was also covered in dust and made a slight creaking sound.

If you want to get close to Song Xinran, you must feel her situation at that time. Meng Siqi patted the dust on the chair with a book. As soon as she did so, she regretted her behavior. Suddenly she was shrouded in mist and she started coughing violently.

Not far in front of her, Zhao Leiting, who was covering his nose and searching Fu Songan's desk, couldn't help but turn around and tease her: "Little ancestor, what are you trying to do!"

Zheng Hai watched from a distance, frowning, and said nothing. His expression showed that he was just a bystander. Meng Siqi felt that he should have no direct connection with all this.

Meng Siqi covered her mouth and nose, pushed the chair a few times, and then stopped. The chair was still very dirty, but she didn't care and just sat on it.

Zhao Leiting complained, "No, I'm afraid your clothes can't be washed."

Meng Siqi sat down and ordered softly: "Don't look back, keep looking for clues."

At her order, Zhao Leiting made a half face, turned around and continued flipping through the book.

When she sat down, the chair felt solid and reassuring. After finishing dissection, organ preservation, specimen preparation and other tasks, Song Xinran could come back here to write and recall what she had just done. This seat had an unobstructed view, and she could even review a whole day's work while sitting here.

However, this broad vision applies not only to the entire studio, but to everything about Fu Song'an.

Their tables were not far apart. Fu Songan's table was just in front of her left, against the wall. She could see Fu Songan's back, or his entire body, as long as she raised her head.

She suddenly had a sudden epiphany, and many of her previous doubts were immediately resolved.