Chapter 218:

If Lin Nianci's psychic spirit brought Zhou Forensic Medicine and the person in charge of the building to surprise and shock, then Vangallo's psychic spirit directly subverted their three views.
The two immediately jumped out to refute his words, feeling very excited.
Forensic Doctor Zhou opened the laptop on the side and brought out all the photos sent to him by the police. He pointed to the screen and said, "Come and tell me, how could such a clean elevator be the place that trapped her. Take a look Does this door, this wall, have blood stains left by fingertips? "
The person in charge dragged Zhou Forensic's sleeve and shouted angrily: "This is not a problem with the elevator not being clean or leaving blood stains on it. Didn't your police bring the surveillance video of this elevator back for inspection? If she really did I stayed in the elevator for four days and four nights. What were the people going in and out of the elevator that day? Is it a ghost? What this Mr. Fan said is too ridiculous! "
Sun Zheng was angry, pointing at the female corpse on the screen, saying: "A clean, high-speed elevator can suddenly appear a female corpse that has died for a day or two, this matter is ridiculous in itself. If you don't believe in Brahma The teacher ’s words, then you explain to us well, how did this female corpse come! "
"This, this ..." The person in charge was poor.
Forensic Zhou rubbed his jaw and fell into deep contemplation.
Van Gaal did n’t even hear the arguments of several people, but kept her hands in front of the female corpse and muttered: "Although she was alone in the elevator, she had a pair of eyes watching her, watching her all the time. Every move of her, looked at her coldly from life to death, from the ecstasy of hope into a desperate sorrow. This is not an accident, it is murder. "
Sun Zhengqi and Hu Wenwen took a breath. If, as Mr. Fan described it, how painful should Jiang Keke die? How deep is the hatred of the person who trapped her? No wonder that even if she is dead, the expression on her face is so distorted!
The two looked at the female body lying on the anatomical table, the muscles of their faces twisted into pieces, and they looked extremely ugly. The method of killing her is too cruel, and her heart is terribly cold! He watched Jiang Keke bit by bit in despair, but he remained unmoved. Is his heart made of stone?
Forensic Chou was undecided about Van Gogh ’s judgment, but the person in charge of the building was very angry at his words. Isn't this a clear splash of dirty water on their company's head! No, this case must not only be checked by the police. They seem to believe the little star even more. If they really put the blame on the company, will their apartment be rented out in the future?
Thinking about this, the person in charge hurried to Fu Lin Nianci and whispered: "Master, I believe you are definitely not killed in our apartment building. I will give you money, but you must help me This case is clear! "
"Since you have received your entrustment, we will be responsible in the end." Lin Nianci took out her handkerchief and wiped the tears from her face, and said hoarsely, "I still want to see the elevator. "
"Convenient, convenient, I will take you here." The person in charge can't wait to leave these policemen to investigate the case. Their apartment building must not be related to the murder, otherwise the house cannot be rented out.
Meng Zhong also immediately said: "Mr. Fan, let's go to the place where the body was found."
Van Gogh just stood on the spot, never answered, and looked down at the female corpse in a blink of an eye, as if communicating with her silently.
Forensic Zhou is a very scientifically based person who feels as if his judgment is in his throat, and he babbles:
No matter how many times I look at it, that place is definitely not the first crime scene. People who do n’t have any common sense or logical thinking yet What case is solved! "
Van Gogh closed his eyes in his satire, and slowly chanted: "Om, humma, Dale, hum; Oum, humma, Dale, hum ..." Only after seven times did he sink his voice again, Spit words: "Om, Bu Lin."
Somehow, when he whispered word by word, there was a breeze in the cold morgue. The breeze did not smell fishy and did not contain tremors. Instead, a little temperature was brewing, and it was very pleasant to brush his cheeks. At the same time, something even stranger happened, and the distorted face of the female corpse, full of pain and resentment, was relaxed in the low voice of the word and restored to its original appearance.
In this way, she coincided with the brightly smiling photo used by the police to find people. She was already dead, but a twist of openness suddenly appeared in her twisted eyebrows. The tightly pulled corners of her mouth eased up little by little, rising inch by inch, revealing a relieved smile.
She died, but she seemed to come alive in the chant of the youth.
When the pleasant breeze dissipated, the female corpse placed on the dissecting table changed dramatically! This scene made Zhou Forensic, who believed in science, almost not glaring his eyes, and the person in charge was dumbfounded and stood still.
Sun Zhengqi was the most breathless and asked in surprise: "Teacher Fan, what did you do to her? Why did she smile?"
"I'm spending too much for her." Van Gaal withdrew his hand and said calmly, "Go, go and see the scene."
"Oh!" Sun Zheng nodded silly, but his heart was shocked inexplicably: So the undead that Jiang Coco was trapped in desperation just got real relief just now? Lin Nianci was still the heir to the orthodox Taoism, but he couldn't even appease the dead souls, and he only cried because of himself. Compared with the teacher Fan, she seems to be worse than not only strength but also ideological realm. There really will be no second person like Mr. Fan in the world!
Thinking of this, Sun Zhengqi couldn't help showing an admirable expression.
Song Rui, who had been waiting beside Van Gogh, said in a warm voice: "Since everyone is not in a hurry, let's pray for Miss Jiang Keke." He closed his eyes first and meditation in his heart. Before that, it was hard for him to imagine that he was so full of darkness that he would make such a warm proposal.
Meng Zhong, who had already reached the door, immediately came back and stood in silence at the dissecting table. The rest of the police closed their eyes consciously and prayed for Jiang Keco's soul.
Forensic Chou will stand in front of the body before each autopsy to perform the same ritual. This is respect for the dead, but is often laughed at by colleagues. Seeing everyone doing this now, his perception of Van Gogh was instantly higher. In any case, this is a person who is in awe of any form of life. With such a kind heart, he will certainly not be a bad person.
Forensic Doctor Zhou also joined the prayer team. Before shouting at the legs of the person in charge, he walked over uncontrollably, closed his eyes, and imitated the mantra repeated by Fangallo before, to overrun the dead. He didn't know if it was useful or not, it was too late, but his own heart full of fear and anxiety was really comforted.
Lin Nianen and Lin Nianci standing at the door became the most embarrassing people. They did not want to be with Van Gogh, but they felt that they would be narrow and selfish if they did not join in at this time.
The two looked at each other, and there was a sentence written on their faces—Go or not? When they were hesitant, the mourning ceremony was over, and everyone went out and saw two people standing motionless at the door, with contempt clearly in their eyes.
Even the dead souls who have died injustice do not understand respect and awe, and they are the orthodox descendants!
Lin Nianci and Lin Nianen's faces turned black at a rate visible to the naked eye. The two turned around and sprinted away, speaking quietly with the group of people far enough away.
Lin Nianen: "I feel that Van Goghro's technique of super-death is very clever. The spell he reads is called Amitabha's Resurrection Heart Curse. The super-effect was originally very general. power."
Lin Nianci shook his head: "I can't understand what he is saying, or you are more knowledgeable, brother."
Lin Nianen waved his hand embarrassedly: "No, it's just that I have nothing to do with studying Buddhism. Van Gollo is a little different from what I imagined." The specifics are different, he didn't dare to say it. It is easy to turn a dying person into a pure soul, and the person who chants also needs a clean heart. Is Van Gaal really a bad person? It really looks different.
Thinking of this, Lin Nianen became suspicious of the legend left by Zongmen, but when he recalled the aunt who had died tragically and the severely injured ancestor, he quickly resolutely determined to eradicate Fangalore.
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More than half an hour later, a group of people arrived at the rose gold apartment building, entered Block A, and walked to the elevator that was still blocked.
"Two masters, this is where the body was found." The person in charge said across the yellow warning tape.
The elevator, which was isolated by the warning tape, is now open. A forensic technician squats inside and uses a small brush to apply a black powder to the inner walls, buttons, corners, etc. to stick fingerprints. This is a place where people come and go, and there are especially many fingerprints. It is also a huge project to take them back for identification.
Seeing the person in charge and a man and a woman standing outside the warning tape and looking at the brain, the technician was about to stab someone, but he saw Meng Zhong striding over. He quickly put down the brush and greeted: "Meng Bureau, you are here. The Zhuang team is still visiting the residents above, would you like to check it out? I'm still taking fingerprints here, at least an hour or two to complete the work."
Meng Zhong waved his hand and said, "You are busy, I will take Mr. Fan and Dr. Song to see the scene."
"Then pay attention, stand on the left, the fingerprint on the left has been taken out, it doesn't matter. Of course, it's best if you can come in." The technician told him to squat down and continue to work.
Meng Zhong nodded and agreed, then asked: "Teacher Fan, shall we go in and see?"
"No need." Fangallo and Song Rui stood aside and looked into the door.
Forensic Doctor Zhou, who could not bear the curiosity, pointed to the clean and bright elevator and said, "Look, look, is this place like the first crime scene?"
The technician who took the fingerprint was amused and said aloud, "This is definitely not the first crime scene! Look, there are only fingerprints here, where there are traces of a person who has been trapped. Look at the surveillance camera over there, It ’s not a decoration, the elevator traps a large living person, can't the security guard see it? "
The person in charge quickly agreed: "Yes, yes, the security measures in our building have always been well done. Someone is trapped in the elevator, the alarm bell will definitely ring, and the security guard will come to the rescue as soon as possible. You want to check If you know this case clearly, you have to go to other places to find clues, don't always turn around in our building, it's a waste of time. "
In order to get the police away early, and to return the building to a quiet house, the person in charge also racked his brains.
It's a pity that Meng Zhong didn't take care of him at all. He just looked at Van Gogh and asked, "Teacher Van, do you see the problem?"
Fangallo's palm was suspended, silently.
Lin Nianci stretched out his hand in disbelief and tried his best.
One minute passed, two minutes passed ... When everyone was getting nervous, Lin Nianci with her eyes closed shook her head and said, "No, the place where Jiang Keke is trapped is not here. I can't feel her residual fear and despair, that They are the two strongest negative emotions of human beings. They can linger in the air for a long time, and they will not dissipate for ten, twenty or even hundreds of years. The place where she is imprisoned is definitely not here. "
The person in charge shouted: "I said that our building has nothing to do with this murder!"
Meng Zhong gave Lin Nianci a deep look and did not speak. He is still waiting for the teacher's judgment.
Sun Zhengqi, Hu Wenwen and others stared intently at Teacher Fan, without even paying attention to Lin Nianci's words.
Their lenient attitude annoyed Lin Nianen, so he pulled on the sleeve of Sister, sneered: "Let's go, there is nothing to say to these fools."
Lin Nianci shook his head and said, "No, I would like to check again, maybe I can help them find the place where Miss Jiang is imprisoned."
Lin Nianen glared at the police officers, and accused them of not knowing the good or bad, but nodded: "Well, you are too kind, do you know that people are being bullied?"
Lin Nianci smiled and shook his head, continuing to close his eyes.
The technician in the forensics department curiously said: "What are you doing? Psychic practice? Meng Bureau, the corpse appears in a strange way, but I can pack the ticket with you, she is definitely not here to die, you see ... … "
Before he finished, Van Gogh spoke slowly: "She died here--"
technician:……
Meng Zhong immediately looked at Teacher Fan, hoping to get an answer from his mouth. Sun Zhengqi, Hu Wenwen and others quickly took out their notebooks and ballpoint pens from their pockets and waited for it.
Fangallo paused for a moment before saying: "--but it is not here to die."
technician:……
Meng Zhong: ...
Sun Zhengqi, Hu Wenwen: ...
This sentence was too unreasonable, causing Lin Nianci to interrupt the induction, showing an inexpressible expression.
Lin Nianen laughed out loudly, with the words "ridiculous" written on his face.
The person in charge who had produced some respect for Van Gogh before this time was shaking his head again and again, cursing the stick secretly in his heart. If it weren't for the stick, who would say such plausible and ambiguous words that sound illogical at all?
Only Song Ruirao asked with interest: "What do you say?"
Fangallo walked to the center of the elevator and said to the technician: "Will you please come out?"
The technician didn't know why, but he came out obediently.
Fangalo spread his arms and supported them on both sides of the elevator door, pouring his own vast magnetic field into the narrow elevator room. In just a few seconds, the electric lights installed on the ceiling began to flash at once, lighting up and down the surroundings; then, the white light turned into a green color, rendering the atmosphere in the elevator. It was terrifying.
Seeing this scene, the technician who was still squatting in the elevator just couldn't help showing a terrified expression, but something that made him feel terrified happened, and the dim green light of the flicker stabilized, silently illuminating everything in the elevator However, the original clean and bright inner wall of the elevator seemed to fall into the ink painting on the lake, and gradually became mottled and bleak.
Wisps of black mist swelled in the elevator, passing like sulfuric acid, which caused rust on the inner wall of the metal; above the rust, the blood stains left by the five fingers were revealed one by one, dense, crisscross, Shocking, even a few fragments were left on the ceiling; some debris scattered all over the floor, a closer look turned out to be complete nails.
Through these traces, it is not difficult for everyone to imagine the tragic struggle that Jiang Keco trapped here. At this time, the elevator door was open, and everyone could not see what was inside, but if it was closed, the inner wall of the door must also be covered with her blood. She called heaven, and heaven shouldn't; she called earth, and the earth was not spirited, and the only voice that could give her a response was looking forward to even happily watching her go to death.
The reality of this space is too inexplicable and strange, so that everyone has lost the ability to express language.
Those who didn't want to believe in Van Gogh just now were killed. At this time, they could only stare dumbly at the blood-stained elevator. The brain was blank except for horror. Even Lin Nian'en and Lin Nianci, who were well-informed, were frightened back and forth with fear.
Meng Zhong's eyes widened, froze on the spot. The ballpoint pen in the hands of Sun Zhengqi and Hu Wenwen fell to the ground with a click, and he forgot to pick it up.
Song Rui looked around and sighed silently. Finally, he picked up the technician's camera and walked behind Van Gogh. He crossed his shoulder and photographed the scene in the elevator.
Seeing that he was calm and calm, the crowd slowly recovered.
Van Gogh spoke slowly: "Miss Jiang Keke was trapped in this folding space."
Forensic Zhou, who believed in science, almost fell to the ground. It turns out that the folding space really exists! How did it do it? Who did it again? What is the murderer who can create a space to trap people? If you can find such a space, what is Vanguard?