The boy's expression was very scary, not at all like a normal person, and he was bouncing on the pungent liquid, and his voice was getting louder and louder.
"Red tongue?"
I looked at his bright red tongue and then at the white tip of the dead cat's mouth: "Are you telling me how to distinguish between a corpse and a living person?"
” I made a bold guess, but after saying that, even I didn't think it made sense, there are so many ways to distinguish between a corpse and a living person, and looking at the color of the tongue, only a child can think of it.
"This kid is probably a street child, hiding in the closed campus to shelter from the wind and rain."
I already see that the boy is intellectually deficient and insane, as if he had been stupefied by something terrible.
The boy refused to be quiet, still anxiously sticking out his tongue, and later stretched out his formalin-stained hands to my face.
"I see what you mean."
Taking a step back, I avoided the boy's hands and opened my mouth to stick out my tongue in his dove.
"Red tongue, red tongue ......" the boy finally stopped screaming, he laughed at me, picked up the dead cat from the ground, took a bottle containing the specimen, and stuffed the dead cat into it.
"Can you tell me what this is for?"
I pressed the door with one hand, and whenever something came in from outside, I would jump out of the window and run away.
"Soak in."
The boy held the glass container, dangled in front of him, made strange gestures as if cutting with a scalpel, and shouted, "Stand up!
” It took me a long time to understand what he meant, and it seemed to the boy that he could stand up again by soaking the body in formalin, and after some procedure.
"The dead life has lost its soul, and if it can really be resurrected from the dead, this is not a medical skill, but a ghost art."
I didn't believe it at first, I just thought it was a boy's words, but after thinking about it, the boy looked a little stupid, and he shouldn't have deliberately made it up to deceive me, and besides, the gesture he just made was completely a posture in surgery, disemboweling, threading needles and threads.
"If the boy is imitating, then he must have seen a similar scene somewhere, can the dead really be brought back to life?"
My eyes narrowed, and I felt that there was more to be done from this boy.
"What's your name?
Why did you run into the building?
Where did you come from?
” The boy wasn't completely stupid, as I thought before, the child became insane because of the huge stimulus.
I patiently asked questions, and the boy replied in his own way, and he was not articulate, and when he came across the parts that he couldn't understand, he scribbled on the cabinet with formalin on the floor.
The boy doesn't remember his name, and one of the most common nouns in his expression is cat.
I combined his words with the pictures whose meanings were difficult to understand, and I roughly guessed what the boy wanted to say.
One evening, he was playing with his friends, and suddenly heard something coming from the corridor of the community.
He entered it out of curiosity, only to find a dead cat on the steps.
The child was kind-hearted, and he was about to bury the black cat in the flower bed of the compound, but was stopped by a woman.
The boy couldn't remember the woman's appearance clearly, he only remembered what the woman had said to him at the time, "Don't show sympathy for these souls who are dead in the wilderness, or they will stick to you and follow you home." ” What the boy did at that time, even he couldn't tell.
His memory seems to be missing, and he can only remember that night, his grandfather died, and his parents received a call and went out overnight, leaving him alone at home.
He didn't dare to turn off the lights, and finally fell asleep on the bed alone, only to find that all the lights in the whole room had been turned off when he woke up.
The room was pitch black, and he was so frightened that he cowered under the covers and did not dare to move, as if something was shaking in the darkness.
It wasn't long before he heard a cat meow behind him, and the sound gradually became clearer, and a hint of coolness crept up his neck.
The boy's barren adjectives could not express what he felt at the time, but he kept repeating the words tongue, and according to my surmise, he felt cold at that time, as if something was sticking out of his tongue and licking his skin.
Cold, dark, and frightened, he finally couldn't control himself and slowly turned back.
The boy's story doesn't say exactly what he saw at the end, but based on his tone, it's at least certain that what lurks in the darkness isn't a cat.
He was then confined to the building, and he could not tell in detail what had happened during this time, and the patterns he drew became more and more detached from reality and could not be understood at all.
As I was about to ask some specific questions, the strange sound of dragging a heavy object appeared outside the door again, and I paid close attention to it, this time the sound appeared faster than the last time, as if a person had quickened his pace, getting closer and closer to the door "That thing is coming again?"
There are four buildings in the entire closed campus, so I don't need to fight with things outside the door, and the first priority is to hurry up and find clues about Liu Xuan.
"I'll take you out first."
I opened the window, grabbed the curb, and jumped onto the air conditioner.
"Come on!"
The sound of dragging had stopped at the door, and I anxiously beckoned to the boy: "Come here!"
I'll carry you down. ” I thought the boy would not come because he was too scared, but he didn't plan to go with me at all.
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"Red tongue, red tongue!"
He smirked, stuck out his tongue, opened the door and ran out holding the glass bottle containing the dead cat.
"Hey!"
I shouted into the dark hallway, but no one answered.
"Do you want to go to him?"
Zhang Jiaqi disappeared in this building, the boy also ran away secretly, and the two guys who most looked like living people didn't seem to want to be with me, "What are they hiding?"
What's hidden in this building?
” My mind was filled with questions, and I looked at the shelves in front of me with specimens: "This live broadcast is much more complicated than I imagined. ” When I hesitated to retrieve the boy, the open door of the specimen room moved on its own, and I stood on the air-conditioner and lit my toes to see clearly.
Beneath the door, a wizened hand gripped the door panel and slowly closed it.
In the narrow field of vision, I was afraid that a rotting human face would suddenly flash, but nothing happened in the hallway until the door was shut.
"The door is hidden......
"It occurred to me that all the doors in this building were unlocked, all like this one, just hidden.
Cold sweat broke out on my back, and I didn't dare to delay the time, so I quickly left and climbed to the first floor.
"Where's my box?"
The black suitcase placed on the wall was gone, and I was stunned with my phone from the underworld.
"It can't be Zhang Jiaqi, I've been guarding the specimen room, is there any other exit from this building?"
Illuminated by my mobile phone, I watched closely, and the suitcase had been dragged away, with obvious marks on the ground, in addition to leaving a man's shoe prints on the bare dirt floor.
"It's really alive, I can't see a single person on the surface of this forbidden campus, but it is very lively secretly."
I silently counted in my heart the possible mastermind behind the scenes: "Zhang Jiaqi, the little boy, the people who followed Zhang Jiaqi barefoot, and now there are more men in leather shoes, why do they gather in this campus late at night?"
What interests drive them?
” I watched the trail of the suitcase dragging with my eyes, and I didn't miss a single bent blade of grass or crushed mud block, all the way to the building adjacent to the West Campus and other campuses.
It may have been uncomfortable for me to get dizzy and uncomfortable after a long period of use, but when I saw the person in front of me, I realized that it was all worth it.
A man in a security uniform was sitting on the steps, taking out the contents of the black suitcase one by one, and looking through them curiously.
It wasn't long before the glass door behind him was pushed open, and another security guard hurried out with something on his back.
"What are you doing?"
"Picked up something interesting."
"Less nonsense, hurry up and help."
The security guard said as he threw the things on his back on the ground, and a hand was faintly peeking out of the burlap bag.