Time goes back to the morning.

Minghui did not ask Qin Shouru to send her to school. First, her work that day was relatively simple, just check whether Zihan had attended ophthalmology courses in the medical school. Second, Qin Shou did this, it was not completely unreasonable.

Although he is a prince, he doesn't just sit down and wait for death. There are some business cooperation projects in the hotel that he needs to discuss with others.

"I'll send you to school first."

"Don't, Master Qin's main business is millions in a minute, I dare not delay you."

"Thank you, I just think you are praising me. Then go find you after finishing your business? Have lunch together?"

"It depends on the situation."

...

For some reason, after Minghui left, Qin Shouru felt a little nervous.

He cared too much. He comforted himself and lit a cigarette so that he could focus his energy on things in the hotel.

Minghui's investigation went smoothly. When she showed Chu Zihan's photos, two ophthalmology students and a professional course teacher could confirm that Chu Zihan had indeed been here to attend the course.

"I remember him. When our hospital was studying practical classes, students had to wear white coats, but he was not. I saw that he didn't make trouble, so I didn't care about him... This student has been here several times and asked me questions after class... Uh, it seems to be about cataracts... The students in this major didn't work so hard... One class is worse than the other class..."

It seems that as Yan Ruyu inferred that the murderer may be Chu Zihan.

While planning, Minghui walked towards the school gate. She took out her cell phone and planned to explain the investigation results to the team.

It happened to be one or two classes in the morning, and it was neither early nor late. In class, sleeping in, and there were almost no people on the university campus.

At this moment, one hand patted her shoulder from behind.

"Student, please ask..."

The other party spoke, which reduced Minghui's alertness a lot.

But just as she relaxed her vigilance, a hand holding a towel covered her mouth and nose.

Minghui held his breath intently and glanced around, and found that not only was there no one around, but there was not even a camera.

It's up to you.

Elbow strike!

The attack was very strong, probably because the elbow was on the opponent's ribs. The opponent groaned, but he refused to let go.

Minghui hit another blow, and this time the opponent dodged.

Although she had received professional fighting exercises, she had no choice but to see her every move behind her, but she could not see her movements.

Prediction is only applicable to great gods. For those who lack practical experience like Minghui, there is no prediction at all.

This was the first time Minghui was in danger alone. He felt panicked and forgot most of the things he had learned before.

She took a breath subconsciously, trying to calm herself down.

not good!

When she realized she had done something stupid, her vision began to blur.

At the last moment before she fainted, she saw a face.

There is a photo of this face on her phone.

Chu Zihan finally showed up.

The appearance of Yan Ruyu and Wu Cuo flashed in Minghui's mind. Will they come to save her?

For some reason, Qin Shouru's appearance also flashed...

Finally, Minghui lost consciousness.

It seemed like she had a long sleep. The recent case really made her feel heartbroken and she often had insomnia. This time she woke up, her whole brain felt much more relaxed.

cold.

If it wasn't too cold, she even wanted to lie on this hard concrete floor for a while.

Minghui stood up with great effort - her hands were tied behind her, and one of her arms was so numb that she was unconscious.

As soon as she stood up, she kicked her legs first, then twisted her shoulders to try to circulate the blood. If possible, she also wanted to pat the soil on her body.

This is a very empty room - from the size, it should be an iron factory.

The only lighting is the sunshine that sprinkles through the gaps in the iron sheet. The grainy dust in the air dances in the sun.

A huge iron barrel stands deep in the factory. The barrel is ten meters high and there is a circle of metal stairs around it, which looks like a huge dyeing tank or a furnace for a steel mill.

The light was a little dark, and the bright light could not be seen very clearly.

Someone clapped his hands twice, "I am worthy of being a policeman, much better than those men."

Minghui turned around and saw Chu Zihan.

"I'm just worried that I can't find you, ha, you've delivered it to the door yourself. Now, you can't run away."

"I didn't plan to run away," Chu Zihan smiled and said, "Since I killed Guan Zhen, I knew I would be caught by you sooner or later.

You showed the police badge at the school basketball court, and I saw it. I knew that day was coming."

"So you catch me? If you die, you won't lose money, if you die, you will make a profit?"

"I underestimate me too much," Chu Zihan sighed, "You police officers really lack imagination."

Minghui shrugged, "Then can you give me some tips on what you plan to do next?"

"Of course, I can let you see it with your own eyes."

Chu Zihan climbed the stairs outside the big barrel and signaled Minghui to follow.

The metal stairs made a cold creaking sound, making people feel an ominous premonition.

When Chu Zihan took the lead in climbing to the highest point and stood on the edge of the big round barrel, his footsteps paused, turned around, and reached out to Minghui gentlemanly, as if inviting her to dance. Unfortunately, Minghui's hands were tied and he could not respond to him.

"The show has begun."

Minghui finally climbed to the edge of the barrel and looked inward, and she almost fainted.

There are three people in it.

She knew that it was a human, but she felt that they could no longer be called human.

One lost one arm, one or two legs, and the only remaining arm was connected to the torso alone. He lay on the ground, lifeless.

The other one had two legs missing and was also lying on the ground. Perhaps the wound at the base of his thigh hurted too much, and his torso spasmed from time to time, like an octopus foot that had been cut off but was still twisting.

The last limbs were healthy, and he even looked up at Minghui.

Through his eyes, Minghui knew that this man was on the verge of madness. His eyes were no longer like humans, but more like an uncivilized animal.

"I have to sigh that human vitality is really strong," Chu Zihan pointed to the most injured person and said, "It's all like this, don't want to die."

Minghui had already put away his surprise and horror.

"That's the level?" she said: "You forgot that the three bodies we have appeared are much more miserable."

"No, no, no, those people... have suffered too short a time, Guan Zhen died in just one day, he failed! But they are different..." Chu Zihan pointed to the person with only one limbs, "Do you know how long he has lived? Nineteen days!

Do you know what he eats during these nineteen days?”

Minghui widened his eyes.

"Eat your own meat, or where do you think those arms and legs are going..."
Chapter completed!