Chapter 156 Chapter Fourteen The Morgue

"What's going on?" Conan Doyle's back shivered, she touched Lan Ting lightly with her shoulder, and reminded her, "Lan Ting, what's wrong with you?" But Lan Ting didn't answer her, but a weird smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, her eyes slightly bent. "Lan Ting? Are you alright, Lan Ting?" She asked again with concern, and at the same time turned her body in front of her, looking hard into her eyes. But a strange thing, she saw that Lan Ting's eyes turned up, the eyeballs were covered by the eyelids, and the tender and pale skin was as pale as a piece of white paper, without a trace of blood.She touched Lan Ting's hand, which turned out to be bitingly cold.

Based on her rich experience in dealing with supernatural events, she was sure that Lan Ting was possessed by a ghost. "Yin Hui, it's not good, Lan Ting has been possessed by a ghost." Conan Doyle quickly backed up, reminding Yin Hui at the same time. After hearing Conan Doyle's reminder, Yin Hui, who was in a hurry to deal with the affairs behind him, turned his head quickly, looked at the pale Lan Ting, his heart shrank suddenly, and he quickly backed away, preparing to take Lan Ting from the ghost. snatched it from his hand. As he backed away, he muttered to himself: "What's going on? She's already invisible, so how could she be seen by ghosts?"

With this trace of doubt, he walked up slowly.But at this moment, Lan Ting's pale face lifted up, and she spoke in a faint voice: "Whoever said I have a ghost, who said I have a ghost." As she said that, she swung her arm to hit Conan Doyle in the face. It was too late and then fast, Yin Hui had already attacked suddenly, and the mahogany sword in his hand hit Lan Ting's chest fiercely, and the soft mountain immediately filled Yin Hui with a tingling sensation all over his body.He was stunned for a moment. what! A strange woman's scream came, and then a faint phantom escaped from Lan Ting's body and crashed towards the door.

Squeak... At this moment, the door opened, and Tang Yan's curious head poked in from behind. Seeing Yin Hui inside, she let out a long sigh of relief and got in. But when she saw Yin Hui's hand on Lan Ting's chest, she screamed, and just about to scold Yin Hui, she suddenly felt her mind blurred. Conan Doyle and Yin Hui saw that the phantom was just knocked down by Tang Yan who suddenly appeared, and then she was sucked into her body. "Ah! Hooligan." Lan Ting woke up and slapped Yin Hui's face, leaving five palm marks. But he didn't have time to pay attention to this, he just looked at Tang Yan's snow-white face in an instant, worried in his heart, brandished the mahogany sword in his hand and attacked, and finally the mahogany sword hit Tang Yan's body horizontally.

There was a terrible scream. That faint phantom jumped out of Tang Yan's body again, just about to escape through the door.But when the phantom approached the wall, a light yellow light was emitted from the door covered with charms, as if the door had been electrified. boom! While the air was shaking, the phantom was bounced back again, and finally fell heavily to the ground, motionless. "Lingbao Tianzun, comfort the figure. The soul of the disciple, the five internal organs are mysterious. Thirty-six pardons, seal!" As Yin Hui uttered a series of formulas, the white sheet that was lying quietly on the bed flew up , and finally covered the phantom.

"Conan Doyle, Soul Sealing Curse." Yin Hui shouted, looking at Conan Doyle sharply. Only then did Conan Doyle react, and he rushed forward, and the Soul Sealing Talisman was firmly attached to the bed sheet, and the bed sheet immediately stopped moving. "Okay, hurry up and tear off all the spells around me." Yin Hui gave the order, while walking around the room, his huge hands scratched and pulled around the wall, tearing off all the spells on the wall. Tang Yan, Conan Doyle, and Lan Ting all reacted from the shock just now, and waved their arms quickly. After a while, all the charms on the wall fell to the ground and turned into waste paper.

Yin Hui threw the white sheet on the bed, and approached the sheet with the mahogany sword in his hand: "Don't worry, we won't hurt you, we just need you to answer a few questions, otherwise don't blame me for beating you out of your wits." "The soul is scattered? Hahahahaha! Do you think my soul is still together? I am just one of the seven souls and six souls. The real soul has already been taken away by someone. Hahahaha!" Miserable The little girl's voice echoed in the hall, and it even echoed in Yin Hui's mind. "What do you mean? Your soul has been taken away long ago?" He stared at the white sheet in disbelief: "Who took your soul away?"

"I don't know, hahahaha! I don't know." The little girl's miserable laughter became weaker and weaker: "I'm about to disappear, leaving the rest of the soul, I can't last long." "Quickly tell me, who took your soul away?" Yin Hui shouted anxiously. He also felt that the soul turmoil in front of him was about to disappear. He didn't understand the reason, and at the same time his brows were furrowed: "Take a sense of where the other souls are, and see if you can get together with them?" "I don't know. I can't sense their existence. It's as if...they...disappeared from this world. Hahahaha...ah!"

With the last terrified cry, the bed sheet softened, and the charms that were tightly attached to the bed sheet lost their ability to absorb, and slowly fell from the bed sheet with a strange evil wind. Yin Hui threw the mahogany sword in his hand to the ground decadently, took a breath, leaned his back against the wall, stroked his forehead with both hands, and ruthlessly brushed the hair on his head, with a sad face. "What's going on?" Tang Yan walked up and patted Yin Hui's shoulder: "It's all right!" Yin Hui shook his head, did not speak, just looked at Conan Doyle: "It seems that the murderer is really extraordinary, even wanting to take away the soul of the deceased."

"Take the soul away?" Conan Doyle was surprised. Lan Ting seemed to have absorbed a very good material, and quickly wrote on the paper with both hands, sometimes raising her head to think, smiling like a great writer. "By the way, I figured it out." Yin Hui sat up from the bed excitedly, and took Tang Yan's hand: "Come on, let's go to the morgue to look at those corpses." "Didn't you just watch it?" Conan Doyle asked puzzled. "There is a new discovery this time, hurry up and say hello to the leader, we will wait for you at the morgue." Yin Hui said that he dragged Tang Yan there.

As soon as Lan Ting heard the word mortuary, she immediately became excited, and hurriedly followed behind the two of them, like a follower, holding the pen firmly with both hands. She vaguely felt that she would find a good one later. Material, ghost stories. Follow him, sure! This is Lan Ting's only thought at the moment. Conan Doyle hurried to the doctor's office.There were only three doctors in the huge office, all of whom were drowsy.There is usually nothing to do at night, so generally they will violate discipline and supplement sleep. "Hey, wake up." Conan Doyle patted a director on the shoulder, waking him up from his dream. "What... what?" The doctor muttered vaguely, then sat up from the chair and woke up. When he saw the face of Conan Doyle's standard American pretty girl, he immediately regained his spirits, staring at her with his obsessive little eyes: "Hello, hello, can I help you?" .” He reached out to Conan Doyle to shake hands with her.But she ignored him, and just gave him a hard look: Hurry up and give me the key to the morgue.I want to go in. "The morgue?" The doctor looked at Conan Doyle suspiciously, and then asked incredulously, "You... just kidding." "Hurry up and give me the key to the morgue." Conan Doyle yelled again, and she also became a little anxious. "What do you want the key to the morgue for?" Even though he was a doctor, when he heard the word morgue in the middle of the night, his drowsy consciousness immediately woke up.The other two doctors were also awakened by their quarrel, and looked at Conan Doyle curiously. "I'm going in. I've dealt with some things from the morgue today. Of course I'm going to go in to sleep at night." "What." Even though the doctor believed the story was 99 percent nonsense, the one percent possibility made him take two quick steps back. "Oh! I forgot to tell you." Another doctor came up and helped the attending doctor whose legs were weak: "They are specially investigating the murder case in room 109, and they are going to investigate tonight, so they are here again. " "Shhh." He took a long breath after hearing the doctor's explanation, and looked at the doctor behind him reproachfully: "Why didn't you say it earlier." After being stared at by the director, he was naturally too scared to say a word, he lowered his head and retreated to his seat. "It's just that what are you doing in the morgue in the middle of the night? What if something happens?" Conan Doyle just made him embarrass himself, how could he let him go easily.After all, he is the chief doctor, with great power in his hands. Whether it is doctors, nurses or patients' family members, they all fawn on him. When has he been so intimidated by others, let alone make a fool of himself in front of his subordinates. "That's good! You can follow me, supervise us, and see if we are stealing the corpse." Conan Doyle understood that he was deliberately making things difficult for them, and gave him a blank look. The director shouted angrily: "You..." But he didn't say anything, just looked at Conan Doyle angrily. She was anxious, and she didn't have time to entangle with him here, so she stepped up, waving her hands quickly, and pushed him down on the table: "Be honest, give me the key quickly." "Ah!" The director screamed, his hands were pressed behind his back, his face was pressed tightly against the table, and he cursed angrily: "Impossible, I can't give you the key." "Huh! It seems that you will not cry when you see the coffin." Conan Doyle sneered, and his hands became more vigorous. The director's hands were bent to a strange angle, and he sneered: "It seems that I have to use a killer .” "Ah! Ah, let me go, let me go, I'll give you the keys, isn't it okay if I give you the keys?" The director couldn't bear the pain, begging for mercy repeatedly, even though he tried hard several times to get rid of the weak and weak man in front of him. She broke free from the bony girl's hand, but to his surprise, the girl's hand strength was extremely strong, and he was no match for her at all.