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Picking up a pack of jerky and a bottle of nutritional express, he hurried out.

Because I was busy with work, I haven’t drunk the smooth and fragrant taste of the nutritional express line for a long time. Today I finally satisfy my craving.

After getting off the car, I got a call, and soon arrived at Nestle Cafe.

The crowd at the door had been evacuated, and few people were still there. From the outside, there was no way to tell what was wrong with this cafe. Some rich people who didn't know why actually wanted to go in and have coffee.

It was not until I saw the cordon that was not easy to be discovered and then carefully observed that the cafe door was closed, and I realized that the cafe was not open today, so I had no choice but to turn around and leave.

Yin Hui looked at it. He wore a big hat and gray-green sunglasses, and looked a little handsome. He always felt that this face was very familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he turned out to be the great photographer Edison Chen and a big star.

The car continued to drive and arrived at the morgue of the suburban hospital in less than a quarter of an hour.

At the door of the morgue, Conan Doyle sat there as if he had lost his soul. It was not until Yin Hui's footsteps disturbed her that she raised her head slightly and stared at him straight.

Yin Hui was frightened by Conan Doyle's cold expression. He had never seen Conan Doyle's expression before, and couldn't help but be stunned: "What's wrong with Conan Doyle?"

Conan Doyle smiled bitterly, then pulled Yin Hui in.

Yin Hui was very confused. For some reason, Conan Doyle was so abnormal today.

"Yin Hui, I'll tell you something." Conan Doyle took a breath and calmed his thoughts.

My body was invaded by the air conditioner in the morgue and couldn't help but take a breath: "It's a bit cold here, I think it's better to go outside and talk."

Conan Doyle shook his head, "No, people will hear it outside."

He was stunned for a moment, and someone would hear it. Could it be that this matter cannot be known to outsiders?

He didn't know what to say, but just stared at her for a long time.

Conan Doyle then slowly opened her mouth. He found that due to the air conditioning, Conan Doyle's voice was trembling, and the unintentional trembling made her speak louder the fear.

"Fifteen years ago, I handled a case, which was also a serial murder case." She began to speak slowly, with her expression always gloomy on her face: "The crime scene was in a theater in a cinema."

Yin Hui was particularly interested in the murder case, so he pricked up his ears and listened carefully to Conan Doyle's talk about what was going on.

Once, in a small underground theater, people often disappeared. At first, the police didn't care too much, just thought that people had been separated in the cinema, so they just made several missing person notices. But later, as more and more people disappeared, the police realized that they had encountered a difficult case. Sometimes there were as many as two or three people missing in a day. The authorities were in trouble, and in the end, just like this, they treated it as a supernatural incident and handed it over to them.

Conan Doyle carefully investigated the information of the missing person, but found that most of these people were young women with beautiful faces.

But what does this have to do with their disappearance?

The other party must have taken a fancy to their appearance.

But why are they missing in the cinema? You know, the cinema is crowded, how did they do it? The entire cinema is well sealed, only the main entrance can let them go out, and the main entrance can only go out after watching the movie. They can't just kidnap openly when the crowd is over. But the door is densely packed with people, and there is an old man in the security room staring at it for 24 hours. This is absolutely impossible.

They still had no idea about this matter and people were missing all the time. Conan Doyle and others realized the seriousness of the matter and ordered the members of the team to investigate day and night. In the end, the scalpel came up with a solution. They installed 75 cameras in the cinema to monitor every move of the entire cinema.

Of course, these cameras are all high-end pinhole cameras dedicated to their National Security Bureau, and they are also very hidden, so even people in cinemas don’t know.

Things finally turned around at this time.

Conan Doyle buried her head deeply, with a burst of self-blame on her face, as if the incident she recalled made her very painful and guilty.

"What's wrong? Let's continue." Yin Hui, who was fascinated by this incident, hurriedly asked: "What happened later? What did you see on the surveillance video?"

We watched the surveillance video one by one until I discovered a surveillance video located in the middle of the camera and saw how the person disappeared.

"How did he disappear? Tell me quickly?" Yin Hui saw Conan Doyle deliberately paused and urged him hurriedly.

"I found that the person sitting in seat 110 disappeared in an instant." Conan Doyle raised his head, with a thick fear flashing in his eyes, he stared at him tightly, and finally spoke.

"It disappeared all of a sudden?" Yin Hui was stunned for a moment, and his body trembled for fear. The ice fog in the morgue ran around, as if he was scared by Conan Doyle's cold voice. It looked very strange.

"And I continued to observe that seat and found that the other missing people were also missing from the same seat, that is, No. 110. The No. 110 seat is located in the lower right corner of the entire theater. Several seats next to it are damaged, so no one will sit at all. Even if the person sitting on No. 110 disappears, no one will find it."

Later, in order to find out the truth, I specially prepared to buy a ticket next to him, but the male ticket seller said several times that the tickets for that seat were sold. I knew that the ticket seller was suspicious, so I monitored him and found that he had been sitting in a seat near 110.

After getting a clue, I shifted my focus to the ticket seller and kept monitoring him. I found that every time he sat in a nearby seat, the person who was originally sitting in the 110 seat would disappear mysteriously, and the ticket seller took all this in his eyes, as if there was a smile on his lips.

With enough evidence from the video, he arrested the man directly. Under her severe torture, the man finally forced his confession and confessed everything.

"What is the truth?" Yin Hui was a little dizzy by this confusing story. He looked at him blankly, eager to know what was going on.

"It turns out that this underground theater is not the ground, but there is another smaller theater." Conan Doyle said in a cold tone. He looked up at Yin Hui, as if he wanted to see the wonderful expression on Yin Hui's face.

"There is a smaller theater? What do you mean by this sentence?" The wonderful expression on Yin Hui's face really did not disappoint her. Now he was a little panting because of excitement. Every breath he exhaled would form a layer of white smoke in the air. The white smoke quickly freezes in the air, and then it seems to turn into ice, falling to the ground, making a strange sound.

"He designed the mechanism for that seat. As long as he moved a button, the person sitting in the 110 position would fall into the small theater below. When Conan Doyle finally found the switch and fell down according to the ticket seller, he was frightened. Half of the seats of more than 100 people were filled with corpses. The corpses were decayed in different degrees. Moreover, from the clothes he was wearing, it was not the end of the year. There was only a small dim light bulb in the theater. Even if the light bulb was lit, he could not see the entire space. He could only barely recognize the distance of more than ten meters in front of him. If he was farther away, he could only vaguely see a shadow.

Just when she was so shocked by this scene that she couldn't say a word, she suddenly heard a sound of shouting for help. She followed the sound and finally found the source of the sound. It turned out to be a few young women tied to their seats. These people seemed to be staying in it for some years, their clothes were broken, their bodies were dirty, their hair was very long, almost covering their faces. If it weren't for their shouting, she would have even regarded these people as ghosts.

I carefully observed these people who were shouting for help and found that their belly was very big. Just guessing could guess that these people must be pregnant.

I let go of these pregnant women and prepared to rescue them, but the pregnant women refused to leave. They just sat blankly in their seats, looking at the more than 50 corpses behind them, and were speechless. I could not move them away alone, so I could only go back for the time being, find people from the National Security Bureau, and prepare to move these people out, but I shouldn't have been sure, I shouldn't have left that place.

Speaking of this, Conan Doyle was in a headache and his expression was very painful. Yin Hui thought about what he had just thought, then looked at the large freezers that stored the bodies of a fifteen-six-year-old boy, and connected the two things. He seemed to understand a little.

He walked up, hugged Conan Doyle, then touched her gentle black hair, comforted her and said, "Conan Doyle, you don't blame yourself for this matter."

But she released her life and cried bitterly: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. If I didn't leave, those pregnant women wouldn't have encountered any accidents." Conan Doyle's crying echoed in the morgue, and there was a terrifying atmosphere in her life.

"What happened later?" Even though Yin Hui was almost guessing, he was unwilling to believe that his guess was true, so he asked again with confirmation.

"One of the trapped pregnant women was once an obstetrician and gynecologist. At the strong request of the other pregnant women, she had to perform a caesarean section on them. When I arrived, only one of the ten pregnant women at the scene survived, and the rest died of pain due to this irregular surgery and no medicine. Finally, the obstetrician and gynecologist also committed suicide after a caesarean section in the hospital. Only four of the ten children survived, and later the four children were sent to the local orphanage."

She was in a much better mood, as if she had woken up from the nightmare just now, and then kowtowed to the freezer in the west, muttering to herself, as if she was muttering some blessing spell.

"What do you mean is that the four children here are all the four remaining children back then?" Yin Hui, who was stunned and silly squeezed out a sentence.

"Yeah." She answered simply, and she continued to perform the bowing ceremony.

"It's like this, it's like this." He squatted down decadently and carefully pondered the meaningful story just now. Now he couldn't feel cold anymore, and his body was filled with sweat because of the shock.

"Is this habitual criminal targeting the case at that time, so he wanted to kill the four teenagers?" He thought carefully and then consulted Conan Doyle's opinion.

Conan Doyle shook his head: "But this American child is not within this range."

"I understand." Yin Hui stood up quickly: "Let's take a look at the child's birth date and horoscope. Since the four victims were born in the same year and the same month, is it related to their birth date and horoscope?" He stood up and pulled Conan Doyle: "Listen to me, this matter has nothing to do with you. Anyone would have done this at that time, let alone you, a girl. You have to cheer up and arrest the criminal, so that you can be worthy of those teenagers, Conan Doyle, did you hear it?"

Conan Doyle's eyes, which had originally been sober, looked at Yin Hui with some confusion, and then shook his head in pain: "I can't forgive myself. It's because I'm too cowardly when I come out. It's because I'm too scared, so I left..."

"Conan Doyle, listen to me." Yin Hui shook her tender shoulders and interrupted him: "This matter has nothing to do with you. Anyone will leave, even if it is a person with great courage. Only by being excited and tracking down the murderer can you be able to match these dead souls."
Chapter completed!