In Japan, lover means mistress. Japan's private detectives are not as glamorous as those in TV dramas and animations. They are often involved in various major criminal cases. Although the Japanese police are incompetent, they have not fallen to the point of treating private detectives as saviors. Private detectives have always been walking on the edge of the law, and secretly taking photos, stalking, and breaking into private homes are commonplace. However, this time, breaking into the morgue caused quite a stir. "It's true that rich people can't even rest in peace after death." The two men chatted briefly and then separated, each taking one side, to open the isolation cabinet and check the body inside. The short and fat security guard came to the east side and opened the top compartment. The face of the corpse in the first compartment was normal, but not particularly tragic. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, silently chanted "Amitabha" and pushed it back, then prepared to open the lower compartment. Then I heard a soft cry from the compartment: "Woohoo, woohoo, woohoo—" "Oh my god! It's haunted!" The short and fat security guard's face suddenly turned pale, his mind went blank, and he immediately screamed and crawled backwards.
"Why are you yelling? Are you trying to provoke others over here?!" Detective Sasaki heard the short and fat security guard screaming and rushed over. Then he saw the short and fat security guard curled up in the corner, pointing at the isolation room with a trembling finger, his teeth chattering: "The corpse is crying..." Detective Sasaki's face changed. He also heard a slight crying sound and his scalp instantly went numb, but he still plucked up his courage, walked forward and opened the isolation room. There was a male corpse lying in the isolation room, his mouth slightly open, and faint sobbing sounds were coming out of the corpse's mouth! Detective Sasaki looked at it carefully for a while, his nose twitched slightly, and he made an expression as if he was about to vomit. But the smell made him determined. He took out gloves and a mask from his windbreaker pocket, put them on, then closed the corpse's mouth with his hands, and the wailing stopped abruptly. "Don't worry, it's not a ghost. It's the enzymes in the digestive organs that are still breaking down food residues after a person dies, producing gas that is expelled from the mouth." Detective Sasaki immediately gave a scientific and reasonable explanation, and he comforted the short and fat security guard. "But……" Even though there was a reasonable explanation, the thrilling noise just now still frightened the short and fat security guard so much that his legs went weak and he couldn't even stand up. "Hurry up and search. If you can't find the target's body, not only will you get more money, but you won't even get the 500,000 yen you originally agreed upon!" Under the temptation of money, the short and fat security guard got rid of his fear of corpses and bravely continued to open the isolation cabinet. Detective Sasaki searched the westernmost rows of isolation cabinets but found nothing. At this time, he noticed a body covered with white cloth lying on the stainless steel bed against the west wall. Detective Sasaki walked forward and was about to uncover the white cloth covering the body. His hand was still stretched out in the air, and at this moment, the corpse sat up on the spot! Detective Sasaki's body froze instantly, his whole body like a rusted robot, and the expression on his face froze in an instant. Although Detective Sasaki knew that a fresh corpse would sometimes have its hands and feet shaking, it was impossible for it to make such a big noise!
The wailing sound made by the corpse before could be explained by the gas discharged from the mouth, but how to explain the corpse suddenly sitting up in front of me? No matter how much gas was discharged, it is impossible to support the human body! ? "vomit!" The corpse did not jump off the stainless steel bed, but turned sideways and began to vomit violently. Seeing this human-like reaction, Detective Sasaki regained a little bit of his sanity. Looking closely, he found that the corpse was still wearing a security uniform. This is not a fake corpse at all, but a living person hiding in the morgue and sleeping. After the unknown security guard took off the white cloth on his body, a strong smell of hangover rushed to Sasaki's nose. After the security guard vomited, he lay back on the bed and fell asleep. "Ito, do you know this drunkard?" Detective Sasaki wiped the sweat from his forehead and spoke in a somewhat stiff tone. He refused to admit that he was really frightened at that moment and almost ran away. "It's Xiao Feng from the monitoring room. I was wondering where he went. He reeks of alcohol. How much did he drink? After drinking, he hid in the morgue and was lazy. He's really a salary thief!" The short and fat security guard came over, looked at the sleeping security guard, and said indignantly. The short and fat security guard seemed to have completely forgotten the fact that he was a traitor and had brought an outsider into the morgue. "Forget it, let's find it quickly, so as to avoid any more trouble at night." Detective Sasaki shook his head. The feeling of staying in the morgue was really uncomfortable. He felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest with every startling movement. The two men started looking for the target's body again. This time, they spent five minutes searching from both sides to the middle. When Detective Sasaki opened an isolation room, an accident happened again. There was a noise and crackling sound at the door of the morgue, followed by the sound of a key opening the door. It seems like someone is coming! Detective Sasaki looked around and found that the morgue was very empty and there was no place to hide anyone. He gritted his teeth and went into the isolation room where the corpse was placed. Then he whispered to the short and fat security guard: "Quick, push up the isolation room!" The short and fat security guard was suddenly in a panic and quickly pushed the isolation room up. In a flash, the next second after the isolation room was pushed open, the door of the morgue was opened, and two nurses were pulling a stretcher, one in front and one behind, with a body covered with white cloth lying on the stretcher. "Are you a security guard? Why are you here?" An older nurse looked at the short and fat security guard suspiciously. The short and fat security guard turned his eyes and pointed at the security guard who was still sleeping soundly on the stainless steel bed in the morgue, and said quickly: "I came here to look for him. I didn't see him during work hours, so I searched floor by floor until I found him sleeping in the morgue." "Why would you sleep here? If someone saw you unexpectedly, you would be scared to death." The nurse looked at the security guard lying inside with a look of disgust on her face. Her attention was diverted and she did not investigate further.
"Please help us put this body into the isolation room." The short and fat security guard and two nurses worked together to put the remains into the isolation room. "Please take your colleagues out. The morgue is not a place for you to sleep." "Yes Yes Yes!" The short and fat security guard felt guilty and nodded and bowed quickly. After the two nurses left, the short and fat security guard quickly returned to his original position and opened the isolation room. "People have left, you can come out now." Detective Sasaki crawled out of the isolation room. Besides him, there was also a male body in the isolation room. Seeing this scene, the short and fat security guard couldn't help but admire Sasaki. He thought that Sasaki was so brave that he dared to get in and huddle in a small and dark isolation room with the corpse. Ordinary people could never do such a thing. Detective Sasaki's face also turned pale. Being face to face with a cold corpse in the same room was obviously not a pleasant memory. "Sasaki, isn't this the target we are looking for?" The short and fat security guard took out the photo for comparison and said in surprise. "Yes, it's him!" Although there were some minor incidents, everything turned out fine and we finally found the target, thus earning 2 million yen. Detective Sasaki took out a small camera and took a few photos of the body's face. Then he plucked a few strands of hair from the target and carefully placed them in the evidence bag. He then took out a blood collection needle and pierced it deeply into the target's finger. Because the target's blood had long since dried up, Detective Sasaki took great pains to collect a blood sample from the body. "Okay, done!" "Then I'll go move that drunkard Xiao Feng out. If nothing else, let's leave. I can't stay in this morgue any longer." While the short and fat security guard had his back turned, Detective Sasaki's eyes flashed, and he quickly took off a platinum wedding ring on the target's right hand and put it in his pocket. "Anyway, in the end, it's a bargain for the crematorium, so it might as well be a bargain for me." Before Detective Sasaki came, he had done some investigation and found out that the crematorium that cooperated with the Medical University Hospital would extract precious metals such as gold and silver from the ashes. Ashes contain precious metals such as treated teeth, artificial joints, pacemakers, etc. Extracting and refining precious metals from ashes is a big business in Japan. The Kyoto City Government, which has already taken this measure, estimates that their annual revenue can increase by 120 million yen. Since the country is making money from the dead, Detective Sasaki naturally has no psychological pressure and is waiting to leave the morgue with the short and fat security guard. "Knock, knock, knock!" At this moment, a sound similar to knocking on the door was suddenly heard in the morgue. The dull, strange knock on the door was like a modulated alarm clock, ringing rigidly and inflexibly at a fixed frequency. "Knock, knock, knock!" Detective Sasaki looked in the direction of the sound, his scalp tingling and goose bumps covering his entire body in an instant.
Because the knocking sound came from the isolation room where he had stayed before. "What's that noise? Is it another gas leak?" The short and fat security guard came over carrying the drunk on his back. He also heard the strange knock on the door and looked at Detective Sasaki in surprise and suspicion. "Don't worry about it, let's go!" Detective Sasaki turned pale, swallowed hard, and slowly took two steps back with his body stiff. The isolation room was pushed open from the inside out, and a man with a blue face and corpse spots on his face sat up straight. His gray eyes looked at Detective Sasaki with empty and dead eyes: "Give it back to me—" Chapter 125 Chapter 127 The Art of Dead Souls Looking at the corpse sitting up in the isolation room, Detective Sasaki's pupils shrank to the limit, with a mixture of fear and disbelief. Not only had he hidden in a small, cramped isolation room with the target's body, he had also personally collected hair and blood samples from the target. Observing the cold skin, stiff muscles, and coagulated black blood that were unique to the corpse at such a close distance, he could be sure that the target was dead, not just a so-called fake death. "Give it back to me—" And now the corpse is talking! Even though Detective Sasaki always claimed that he was not afraid of ghosts and was lawless, he was still scared to death when he saw this scene. Seeing that the target corpse had his hands on the drawer and was about to crawl out of the isolation room, Detective Sasaki didn't care about much else. The best thing to do was to run away. It would be better to get away as soon as possible. Detective Sasaki rushed to the door of the morgue, grabbed the handle and turned it, but the handle didn't move at all. It was actually locked! "Hold!" Detective Sasaki tried hard to turn the handle, but the handle seemed to be rusted and did not move. Could it be that the nurses locked the door when they went out? Don’t these bitches know that there are security guards inside? "Ito, you have a key, come and open the door!" Detective Sasaki tried to bang on the door of the morgue, but it was no use. He shouted anxiously and looked back to see the short and fat security guard standing there like a fool, his body shaking like a sieve. The drunk security guard who was on his shoulder also fell to the ground. The security guard rolled over on the ground, mumbled a few words incoherently, and continued to sleep soundly. "Ito, stop being stupid and come over here and open the door!" Detective Sasaki pushed and shoved the short and fat security guard to the main entrance of the morgue, while searching his pockets. "Where's the key? Which one is the key to the morgue? Take it out now!" The short and fat security guard's face was pale, bloodless, but cold sweat rolled down his head, and his hands were rubbing in his pockets: "How could it be gone? Where are my keys?" Detective Sasaki's face changed drastically when he heard that, and he skillfully combed the short and fat security guard's body from head to toe, but to his surprise, the bunch of keys had disappeared! "Damn it, you're such a loser at this time! You're such a loser!"
Detective Sasaki couldn't help but burst into cursing. The situation is now extremely urgent. The target's body has already crawled out of the isolation room. With a thud, his bare feet fell heavily to the ground. "Give it back to me—" The corpse's movements were extremely stiff, and it moved slowly towards the two of them, while it kept crying out from the underworld with its eyes wide open as it walked. “Ahhh, no—” The short and fat security guard opened his eyes wide in horror and let out a desperate and shrill cry, as if a dying man had seen something unspeakably horrible. Then his eyes rolled up and his whole body leaned limply against the door of the morgue.