White-haired stupor!

Mr. Wen said with a serious expression.

Song Beichen glanced at him and said something that I couldn't understand at the time: Mr. Wen, this is wrong, do you want it? As soon as he said it, Mr. Wen glared at him, and Song Beichen didn't say the following words.

I frowned slightly, what puzzles are these two people fighting?

But when it comes to white-haired zombies, I suddenly remembered that I had read the introduction to zombies before. At that time, I felt that those were all illusory like myths, but now it seems that there are traces to follow.

Death without rotting means not transforming bones, and white hair means white hair zombies. In the sentence, we must distinguish the difference between walking corpses and zombies, and we will all walk, but the former is controlled by people using special methods, while the latter is walking by themselves.

Although Lin Xiu could walk after his death, the body had already rotted, so he was classified as a walking corpse. However, this investigator was different. He died for so long in the summer, but his body did not rot and his body grew white hair, which completely conformed to the definition of white hair stagnation.

Mr. Wen looked at the two corpses on the autopsy table, thought for a while, and finally decided to keep the corpse overnight, and sent the investigator's body to the crematorium for cremation early the next morning.

I definitely can't sleep the rest of the time. The smell in the laboratory was extremely bad. In desperation, I sprayed some disinfectant water, but the effect was not very obvious. Fortunately, everyone was not particularly sensitive to the smell of corpse, so Song Beichen sat bored in the corner smoking.

I tested the extracted white hair and stiff skin tissue, and the test results were expected and unexpected.

The cellular structure of white-haired zombies is no different from that of ordinary people, which also creates a huge question: If the formation of zombies cannot change the cellular tissue, then how did it form?

Mr. Wen said that the supernatural scholar's theory of the Five Elements was caused by the five elements, but I did not find any obvious scars in the investigator except for the bullet holes. After forced dissection, no viruses that meet the standards in the virus database were found in the virus database, and no water accumulation was found in the lung lobes and stomach. This shows that the death of the corpse does not seem to have much to do with the five elements, and it may be that I have ignored anything.

Lying on the chair, looking at the data summarized in the computer, I couldn't help but have a headache. For some reason, I suddenly thought of the abnormal phenomena before. The short breathing sound should have come from the female corpse behind, but I just checked her and found that there was no abnormality, let alone breathing. What was the strange flute sound I heard later? What was the purpose of this white-haired zombie appearing?

Thinking of this, I suddenly sat up from the chair. Old Wen and Song Beichen beside me were startled by my actions. I quickly put on my gloves, walked to the investigator's body, and pushed the body and the autopsy table under the ct. However, the display of the ct shocked me! There was a round metal object in his brain!

Mr. Wen and Song Beichen came up and asked me if I had discovered something.

I pointed to the circular shadow of the copper coin-sized film in the film taken on the corpse's brain and said here.

Both of them are old friends. Although they don’t understand very well, they don’t ask much.

I took a deep breath, walked to the locker room in the corner and changed into a dust-free suit, put on a mask, took out a medical chainsaw and electric drill. My palms were full of sweat. Although it was just a corpse, it was the first time I had a craniotomy in my life.

I walked to the autopsy table, opened the two manual pushes on the head of the corpse, held his head, strengthened it, and tried it with my hands, which was very stable.

Then I picked up the ct film and compared the position, roughly drew the position with a pen, and started to power the electric drill.

医用电钻并不像工用的那样嗡嗡响,几乎可以达到静音的效果.

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I took a deep breath, nodded, and slowly drilled down.

The sound of electric drilling into the brain bone was also very small, almost relying on the hand that felt it was holding. Then two or three side-by-side eyes were drilled next to it, and began to change into a medical chainsaw. The chainsaw sounded louder, but it could also be ignored.

Point the saw blade into the eyes that were punched before, and carefully cut it down. After a while, it cut through a hole of about five or six centimeters. When you took out the chainsaw, you could almost see the red and white brain tissue inside, which was much fresher than the ones soaked in the school formalin.

Later I used the dilator, stretched out the brain bones, searched through the brain tissue with tweezers, and finally got a blue-black object like copper coins.

After throwing the thing into the iron box next to me, I let out a long sigh, took off my watery gloves, wiped the sweat from my forehead. After half an hour, I was as uncomfortable as I was washing myself.

Mr. Wen and Song Beichen came over and said in confusion: What is this?

After wiping my sweat, I changed into a pair of clean gloves, picked up the thing with tweezers, put it in alcohol to wash off the brain tissue, and finally revealed its original appearance.

It was actually a copper coin engraved with incomprehensible words!

How could it be copper coins?

Mr. Wen talked to himself thoughtfully, but Song Beichen didn't say anything.

I was also confused and asked Mr. Wen if he knew the words on the copper coins?

Mr. Wen looked at it and shook his head and said he had never seen it before.

Song Beichen said in a deep voice: It seems to be a dark text!

I didn't understand whether the Mingwen he was talking about was an inscription or something. Mr. Wen seemed to understand and said solemnly: Are you sure?

宋北辰似乎并不太确定,只是说这东西得问老候,他应该懂.

Speaking of old man, I remembered the deep, shriveled, short and vulgar dark man. To be honest, if these people were not sent by the superiors, I would not dare to connect them with the police.

Chu Ming is, Song Beichen is, not to mention Lao Hou. Among these four people, only Mr. Wen looks much more normal, but I can be sure that Mr. Wen is definitely not as simple as he sees on the surface, otherwise the other three people would not be so easy to follow his arrangements.

Mr. Wen said, "Old Hou can't come for the time being, the case in Shandong is also difficult. In this way, you can take a photo and send it to him and let him see it."

Song Beichen nodded and said yes, then took out his phone from his pocket and turned on the photo function on it to take two fronts and back photos of the black and green object in the iron box.

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Chapter completed!