"This book was given to me by my lover."
Vice President Wang said with a depressed expression.
"And how did she get it?"
I asked.
"She didn't tell me, and now that she's dead, it's impossible to know.
Hey, I'm afraid I can't help you.
Vice President Wang said regretfully.
I'm disappointed, but I think it's better to have at least some clues and eyebrows about belladonna now than to know nothing.
"Dean Wang, Aunt Zhang is looking for this book, can I send it to her?"
I asked.
He thought for a moment, "Yes, I don't need it anyway, but what does she want this for?"
I briefly explained Professor Lan's entrustment to Aunt Zhang, and Vice Dean Wang didn't say anything after listening to it, and agreed.
"By the way, neither of you should study the contents of this book anymore, it won't do you any good."
When he got out of the car, Vice President Wang added.
I looked at Linzi, he sighed, nodded, and I put the book away.
After that, we left the underground garage and as we passed by the hospital warehouse, we found that the power had been restored.
Two trucks were parked outside the warehouse, but they were almost finished.
"It turns out that the things purchased are all delivered at night," Linzi couldn't help but say.
Vice President Wang frowned, saying that these are all drugs and equipment purchased by the pharmacy department, but I don't know why they are always delivered at night recently, and they used to be during the day, and he was also planning to ask someone from the pharmacy department.
As we spoke, one of the vans sped past us, and we quickly backed off into the lawn.
Linzi couldn't help but scold.
I could see the face of the truck driver, I could see it vaguely, and I felt like he was drunk, his eyes widened, his neck stretched, and he drove on a rampage.
After that, Vice President Wang went back to his office, and Linzi and I also went back to the duty room.
The next day, a strange corpse came to the morgue, a young man.
His legs were neatly severed from the base of his thighs, as if they had been wounded by a machine, and his whole face was pale and bloodless.
He died of blood loss because he did not receive timely treatment.
After registering the body, as soon as I left the morgue, I saw two other young men standing outside, one fat and one thin, in their early twenties.
They seemed to be frightened, and their pale faces were the same as the corpse inside, wearing heavy cotton pants and jackets, all splattered with blood.
The two men were disgraced, looking like people working on a construction site.
"You're the one who cares about the corpses, aren't you?"
the fat guy asked me, and he seemed scared of me.
I nodded and asked what was the matter.
The fat guy introduced himself tremblingly, saying that he was a co-worker of the deceased who had just pushed in.
The three of them had a very good relationship, and before their best buddy died, they were both there, and they heard something and needed to be told to me.
I blinked and realized something was wrong, because I didn't know them at all.
The fat guy swallowed nervously, "Before he died, he suddenly said, let's talk" "What are you talking about?"
I asked quickly, my muscles tensing.
The skinny guy was also anxious, "Oops, I'll tell you."
And he said, I am going to kill thee."
I'm so nervous that "you mean" The fat guy said, we are here to remind me, saying that it may be me, or it may be the funeral home guard, in short, let me be careful.
I gasped and couldn't say a word for a long time.
After a while, I asked them if there was anything else their buddy had said before he died, and if there was anything unusual.
The fat guy drooped the corners of his mouth and shook his head, "We both feel like he's possessed, because we don't know you at all."
It's that machine that's wrong."
"What does the machine have to do with the machine?"
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I became more and more confused.
"His leg was cut off by the machine, and the machine was de-energized," the thin guy continued, glaring: "So it must be that machine that wants to kill you, and I borrowed my buddy's mouth to say it, maybe I will borrow my buddy's hand to kill you."
I'm not guilty of anything to a machine, so why would the machine kill me?
Their words sent me the creeps.
But when I think about it, it seems a little too ridiculous, maybe they just look at me as small, want to scare me, and make fun of me.
Otherwise, why did their good buddies die, I don't see how sad they are, but they have been gossiping with me here These days, there are a lot of boring people, some people are curious about our kind of work, some are afraid, and some just want to play pranks.
I decided not to pay any attention to them, and after a few perfunctory remarks, I sent them away.
After dealing with the work in the morgue, I took the book with Linzi to Aunt Zhang's house.
She's on a shift today, so at home, Xiaoxue is also there.
When I took out the book, Aunt Zhang was very surprised and a little surprised.
"How did you find it?"
she took the book in her hand and flipped through it gently, looking very fond of it.
Linzi said that he had no intention of finding it in Vice President Wang's office.
Aunt Zhang sighed, and when she heard us say Vice Dean Wang, a trace of displeasure flashed across her face.
"Aunt, you and Vice President Wang have an awkward quarrel with his wife" I originally wanted to say that Vice President Wang is now a free body, and even if they are together, they don't have to be as burdened as before.
But before I finished speaking, I saw Xiaoxue glaring at me, as if she didn't want me to continue.
"I'm with him, break off," Aunt Zhang said lightly, and then immediately smiled at us, not mentioning it again.
I'm also too interested to ask.
"Okay, now that I've found this book, I'll send it to Professor Lan after eating."
Aunt Zhang breathed a sigh of relief.
I'll just say, didn't Professor Lan hide his phone number before, and he didn't know Professor Lan's address, could it be that Aunt Zhang already knew where Professor Lan was Aunt Zhang said that there is a research center in the only comprehensive university in our city, and Professor Lan has her own research room there, and she used to go to that research room to find Professor Lan, which is the old rule.
After lunch, Aunt Zhang was anxious to go to the institute.
I insisted on going with Aunt Zhang, because I was very curious about this Professor Lan, so I had a kind of luck that I might be able to meet him.
Aunt Zhang didn't have an opinion, so she agreed that we would go with us.
On the way, I mentioned the belladonna and told me about the book.
Aunt Zhang said that this book has been around for a long time, and it is almost impossible to find the person who wrote the book, and if you want to help Xiaoxue detoxify, I'm afraid it's not that simple.
However, she would put a note in the book and tell Professor Lan about it, and see if Professor Lan had heard of the antidote method.
Xiaoxue looked indifferent, saying that she had had any adverse reactions recently, so I didn't have to worry about it.
"Of course it's okay, you don't know that you can kill people when you start a rush," Linzi said faintly, and I quickly glared at him.
Then we went to the university, where the institute was in a small separate building, and when we arrived, the door was closed and unlocked, but there was no one.
The building is also not clean, the hall, corridor, and staircase are covered with a layer of dust, and it feels like no one has cleaned it for a long time.
Aunt Zhang was also very surprised, saying that the last time she came, there were still many professors and students coming and going, but she didn't expect such a big change.
The research room was on the first floor, and we passed the hall, turned right, entered the hallway, and came to a brand new security door.
"Eh, why did you even change the door," Aunt Zhang said to herself, knocking on the door at the same time.
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