Especially Liu Bing has established a cold image before, which makes it easier for the target to get close to Jiang Jianshe.

This is a sales technique.

When it comes to killing ghosts, Jiang Bingshu doesn’t think there is anything.

The woman's body trembled slightly, and Jiang Bingshu said gently:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, say something you saw, and say it slowly."

"Well... I saw it. My husband opened his mouth, with saliva and foam on the corners of his mouth. Then he was in pain, his eyes seemed to glow, and he angrily told me not to turn on the light or turn on the light, and turn it off quickly!"

"I was scared by that look. He was almost roaring, so scared that I turned off the light immediately."

The woman was still scared, and she remembered her man's hideous and strange appearance clearly.

Jiang Bingshu didn't rush to ask, but waited for the woman to breathe for a while.

Liu Bing saw it and found that the ginger tree was quite gentle.

When the woman's mood eased, Jiang Bengshu said:

"Is there anything else that's strange?"

"Well...and, one thing is strange. Every day when I say goodbye to my husband, we will... kiss."

The dog food came a little suddenly, and Jiang Bingshu was stunned.

"But the next day, that is, my husband, on the day he was going to go out to work. When I was kissing him... I smelled a foul smell. At that time, I couldn't help it and immediately turned my head and vomited."

"It was a smell of rotten meat..."

Although I didn't smell that smell again, the memories made the woman subconsciously retching.

Jiang Bingshu quickly got up and poured a glass of water.

"Come on, don't think about this, drink some warm water and divert your attention."

"Okay, thank you."

The woman looked at Jiang Bengshu gratefully and felt that this staff member was different from others and was very friendly.

She continued:

"Anyway... it smells very uncomfortable, just like the meat is left in the trash can for several days and it starts to smell."

"My husband himself can't feel it. It's obviously a very strong smell. I'm worried that he would be laughed at and rejected when he goes to work like this."

"I asked him to rinse his mouth. He obviously bought the mouthwash a few days ago, but he said it smelled foul and stimulated his tongue, like... corroding his tongue. He was in pain."

"He thought I was pranking him, so he left angrily. When he went out, he even brought sunglasses in the morning."

"Later, you will know what happened later. My husband bit someone..."

Liu Bing looked at Jiang Bingshu. She did not analyze anything, although she felt it was abnormal.

Jiang Bingshu, who has been interested in diseases since childhood, has seen too many patients and often heard popular science sounds in his mind, so he often went to the disease to see some free pathological knowledge.

He already had some speculation, but thanked first:

"Thank you very much for your cooperation. Our disease hatchery will follow up on your affairs and will notify you if you have any news."

So immersed in the show. Liu Bing admired Jiang Jianshu.

"By the way, about the bitten person, it was your husband's colleague, how about their relationship?" Jiang Bengshu asked again.

"No...not very good. That person is actually my husband's team leader, and he is his boss. They often disagree." The woman's answer was always honest.

"Okay. I get it."

The houses in birdcages are generally small, about twenty square meters, and the bathrooms and laundry rooms share corridors.

Jiang Jianshu was able to see the bed in the bedroom directly from the conversation place.

After a careful look, he was about to end the conversation and leave here with Liu Bing.

But suddenly, Jiang Jianshu stopped,

As if many clues in my mind were connected, he asked:

"Sorry, let me ask another question."

"Ah, you ask."

"Although it's very presumptuous, do you have any wounds on your husband? In any location, even in a very private part."

"This... I didn't pay attention. Although we slept together in those days, I didn't observe him much. I don't know what happened?"

"It's okay. I understand, this question offends you, goodbye."

Jiang Bingshu said politely goodbye.

Liu Bing thought Jiangbianshu must have guessed something.

After the two walked out of the densely populated birdcage area, Liu Bing asked:

"You seem to see something."

"Yes, Sister Bingbing... Is it okay for me to call you that?"

"Talking about the serious business." Liu Bing was considered a default.

In the organization, she looks the youngest, and looks like she looks eighteen or nineteen years old, but she is actually twenty-two years old.

Ma Liang is twenty-six years old, and Xu Manyu is twenty-seven years old.

Jiangbianshu is really the latest one. It is both age and experience.

To have a good relationship with colleagues, you must first have a name that respects others and is intimate. This is a tip that Jiang Bingshu reads.

"Okay, that's it. Judging from the current situation, I think the goal is not to bewitched by the disease, but to be infected with other diseases."

"This disease may be a very rare disease."

After the disease era, people suffered from all kinds of diseases. Over time, many historical diseases have antibodies.

But many new intensive diseases have been derived.

Liu Bing is puzzled.

Based on the contents of the woman's oral statement, I knew that the murderer was afraid of the light and had a strange stench.

Based on these two points alone, there are more than a dozen diseases that meet the symptoms after the disease era.

"You are just afraid of the light, and you are not a pathogenic agent. You should not be able to analyze the cause of the other party, right?"

Jiang Bingshu didn't say what the disease was, because he was not 100% sure, and said:

"Sister Bingbing, this time the matter is probably not as simple as you think."

"The basis for judgment is indeed insufficient, but if it is the kind of disease I think, we will only be exposed to the tip of the iceberg in this case."

Liu Bing was confused, but Jiang Jianshu only said:

"Wait a little longer, later, or tomorrow morning, there should be news."

It's not that he keeps it in hiding something, but that he needs time to verify something.

The old monk once told Jiang Bingshu many strange stories. One of them was almost the shadow of Jiang Bingshu's childhood when he was a child.

The young ginger tree was so scared that it dared not sleep alone.

Now, he suspected that he might have encountered such a thing.

...

...

Liver area, disease 7 hatchery, morgue.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

The morgue in the liver area has always been "good business".

Some people die suddenly when working overtime at high intensity, while others die from illness.

Many people died unexpectedly.

The mortality rate in the entire hospital is high, so there is a morgue in every hospital hatch.

In the cold room, these corpses were like cargo from storage lockers.

It was like buns in a steamer stacked in a tray after tray.

Some buns have begun to rot, and some look fresh, but if you bite it, you will find that the meat filling has changed.

But dead people are dead people. The biggest characteristic of dead people is that no matter how long everyone dies, how different they die...

It's just as quiet after death.

But at this moment, a "dead person" broke this rule.

It began to restlessly, and began to twist like maggots on the rotten flesh.

There was a sudden noise from the corpse cabinet.
Chapter completed!