Chapter 245 Death Is a Gift? ! !

The moment he pushed the door open, it was like piercing a layer of plastic wrap, and the bloody smell wrapped inside was overwhelming, so strong that it was almost nauseating.

The prison guard who pushed the door in changed his face drastically, and quickly turned on the switch on the wall.

The moment the light came on.

The terrifying, evil, like the hell painting of Ukiyo-e, appeared from the darkness and broke into the eyes of the three people.

The gray and white walls, the bright white tiles, and the snow-white ceiling were all splashed with black and red colors, and the black and red colors solidified into six densely packed, repeated words:

I repent, I am guilty!

Each word was crooked and varied in depth, as if someone was lying on the ground, on the wall, and on the ceiling, lowering his head and getting close, concentrating on using bloody nails to pick out one word at a time.

The prison guard who opened the door was stunned, with his feet stuck at the door. He now probably understood why Qin Liang, the forensic doctor, hesitated just now.

Qin Liang took a deep breath, pushed the prison guard who was blocking his way, and stepped in with courage.

The floor tiles were full of horizontal, vertical, and diagonal marks - I confess, I am guilty!

There was almost no place to walk, only a little bit of staggered space between sentences for footsteps.

Qin Liang tiptoed carefully and walked in, but the soles of his shoes inevitably rubbed blood, and his eyelids twitched slightly.

Not because of the blood, but because he saw the scratches under the handwriting after the blood was rubbed away.

"How much strength must be used to scratch the scratches with nails!"

Qin Liang felt a dull pain in all ten fingers just thinking about it.

He turned his head and glanced at the wall again. As a forensic doctor, his eyes were very sharp. He saw that at the edge of the bed against the wall, half of the blackened nails were embedded in the wall, and there was a mixture of meat, blood and wall dust on the nails.

Qin Liang looked up and scanned the ceiling again, feeling even more horrified:

"The writing on the ceiling is also very strong, but the ceiling is nearly three meters above the ground, and Tian Tao is relatively short. Even if he uses a chair as a cushion, he can't reach it. How can he carve words on it? He can't really be lying on the ceiling."

A strange and terrifying picture flashed through Qin Liang's mind.

In the picture, Tian Tao was lying on the ceiling like a spider, carving words frantically with his fingers, and muttering as if he was possessed by evil spirits, with his face twisted and twitching as he endured the severe pain of his fingers connecting to his heart.

Qin Liang shook his head and drove the terrifying picture out of his mind.

He walked around the words on the ground, and it took a lot of effort to finally get to the front of Tian Tao.

Tian Tao knelt on his knees, folded his hands on the ground, and touched his forehead to the ground, making a gesture similar to sacrifice or pilgrimage. With the surrounding scenes, there was a strange sense of sacredness in the horror.

Qin Liang slowly squatted down and without much force, he opened Tian Tao's body, which meant that the body had not died for long, and even had not formed rigor mortis.

He slowly straightened Tian Tao's head, and what came into view was an unexpected face.

It was not the fear, despair, distortion, or madness that Qin Liang thought, but a... calm smiling face?

It was like the joy and relief of being liberated after spending a lot of effort and silently enduring the torment, and finally completing a certain ritual or work! ! !

Qin Liang swallowed his saliva. He had examined corpses in the Second Prison for half his life, and this was the first time he had seen a corpse with a smile after death.

Qin Liang looked at the smiling face in front of him, and his heart trembled: "Gift?!!"

As a forensic doctor, if you can receive a smiling corpse, then in a sense, it is indeed a rare gift... right!

Qin Liang let out a long breath and suppressed the excitement in his heart.

He looked down at Tian Tao's bloody fingers again. Not to mention the remaining nails, the flesh on the fingers had been worn away, exposing the terrifying finger bones, and they were all shrunk and shortened.

Qin Liang seemed to understand why Tian Tao was relieved. He realized in his heart:

"People are afraid of death, but they don't know that the existence of death means that all pain has an end. Otherwise, the abyss of despair will never end!"

Zhou Hu pushed away the prison guards who came to watch in the corridor after hearing the news, strode into the duty room, and stepped on the bloody words on the ground without hesitation.

He walked quickly to Tian Tao, glanced at the latter's strange death, his pupils suddenly contracted, and then looked at Qin Liang with a gloomy face.

He asked hoarsely, "What happened?"

Qin Liang stood up and stepped back half a step, with all kinds of thoughts in his mind, but only four words came out of his mouth: "Tian Tao is dead."

Zhou Hu sneered: "I asked you how you died?"

Qin Liang frowned, almost thinking that Zhou Hu was asking him who killed Tian Tao. He had a vague answer to this question in his mind, but he didn't dare to say it.

It's not that he was afraid of being retaliated by others if he said it out, he just wanted to make friends with that person.

The next second, Qin Liang realized that Zhou Hu was asking how Tian Tao "died". Obviously, Zhou Hu also had his own clear judgment on the "murderer".

Qin Liang breathed a sigh of relief, he pondered for a moment, and replied:

"Except for the severe wear and tear on the fingers, there are no other obvious external injuries on the body. Well, I'm afraid we have to dissect it to find the cause of death."

Zhou Hu said bluntly: "Then what are you waiting for?"

Qin Liang waved to the door, and two prison guards came in and helped Qin Liang carry the body to the autopsy room first.

The autopsy room is open 365 days a year and rarely "accommodates" customers. Prisoners who die in ordinary times are sent directly to the incineration room. Where do they need to "transfer" to the autopsy room?

Watching Qin Liang walk out slowly, Zhou Fu snorted coldly and scolded the prison guard on the night shift: "Tian Tao made such a fuss in the room last night, but you didn't even hear a single movement."

The night shift prison guard lowered his head and replied with doubts in his heart: "The room has been very quiet. We thought Captain Tian Tao just fell asleep."

At this moment, the prison guard in the monitoring room ran over and replied to Zhou Fu: "I just checked the monitoring room. After Tian Tao entered the duty room last night, no one has come in."

After the words fell, there was a moment of silence inside and outside the corridor, and you could hear a pin drop.

Zhou Fu also felt a chill down his spine, but more of it was anger. He sneered:

"No one came in. That means Tian Tao committed suicide. Otherwise, an invisible ghost has entered our second prison?"

Among the prison guards inside and outside the door, no one dared to answer.

Zhou Hui didn't expect them to tell him the reason. His face was gloomy and he smiled angrily. He seemed to be talking to himself or deliberately telling all the prison guards. He said grimly:

"Okay, one night, first Chang Wei, then Tian Tao, they really didn't stop at all. Our new Qian Warden is really good at it. I don't know if it will be my turn next?"