That's all said and done, so what else is there to say.

In fact, as long as you don't get infected, it's not much of a problem to touch it.

It's just that the doctor is annoyed, and every time someone comes to investigate the case, he will explain it.

The doctor frowned, handed Liu Lang a pair of sterile gloves, and said in a low voice: "You are light, don't use force." ”

Liu Lang ignored the doctor, put on gloves, and tried the wound.

The surface of the wound was rough because it was sutured with threads.

However, when Liu Lang's hand touched the skin under the thread, there was a feeling of coolness.

The normal body temperature of a person is 37 degrees, and the entire intensive care unit is the most suitable normal temperature, and the survivor is covered in a quilt at this time, which must be a little warmer to the touch.

No, definitely not right.

Liu Lang shook his head slightly, used a little strength to go down, and suddenly showed a strange expression: "Doctor, why is the skin of the wound so hard?" ”

"Hard? What do you mean? ”

The doctor glanced at Liu Lang curiously, but still stretched out his hand and pressed it on the wound.

Originally, the doctor was also suspicious, but as soon as he touched the skin of the wound, he couldn't help but sigh softly: "Strange? How is this like a stone? ”

"Stones? Is this normal? ”

The doctor shook his head: "Impossible, according to the heart rate test, the patient is alive and ...... although the heart rate is slow"

The doctor muttered to himself, as if he also felt something different, and quickly pinched a small piece of skin with his thumb and index finger.

It didn't matter if it was pinched, the small piece of skin had fallen off weirdly.

The doctor shuddered and dropped the small piece of skin to the ground: "Huh? What's going on? ”

Not only the doctors, but even Liu Lang and Wu Nuannuan were shocked.

It's scary to pinch off the skin so easily.

However, Liu Lang seemed to understand something, and suddenly with a force, he grabbed his hand directly into the wound.

When the doctor and Wu Nuannuan looked at each other, their faces changed greatly, and they screamed: "Liu Lang, stop!" ”

However, Liu Lang was extremely fast, and directly grabbed the wound of the survivor, and even the stitches were torn off.

At this point, it is obviously too late to stop.

Liu Lang remained silent, and did not take Wu Nuannuan's shouting and the doctor's shouting to heart at all, but put his other hand on the wound.

With the force of both hands at the same time, he directly tore a large hole in the survivor's abdomen.

Suddenly, blood poured out as if it didn't need money, and soon the white sheets were dyed red.

The doctor pointed at Liu Lang in horror, and couldn't help shouting loudly: "You, who are you?" You—You're not a detective? ”

Looking at Liu Lang's actions, what is the difference between it and murder.

Not to mention a doctor, even Wu Nuannuan was shocked by Liu Lang's actions.

The wound was finally sewn up, and now the patient is still in a coma, but tearing the wound open again is undoubtedly murderous.

The doctor couldn't stand it anymore and turned around to call someone and call the police.

Wu Nuannuan saw that the doctor was about to run, and inexplicably felt a sense of trust in Liu Lang in his heart, and raised his hand with a whoosh, directly cutting the doctor unconscious.

"Liu Lang, what are you going to do?"

After Wu Nuannuan stunned the doctor, she also asked hurriedly.

Liu Lang didn't raise his head, but said with a solemn face: "Officer Wu, come and have a look." ”

Wu Nuannuan stepped forward and glanced twice at the torn wound.

It doesn't matter what she looks like, Wu Nuannuan's face instantly turned pale with shock, and she asked in a trembling voice: "This, what's going on?" ”

"Hmph, what else could it be? It's just a puppetry. ”

Liu Lang confirmed his thoughts at this time, and his courage was released, and he dragged the wound and used another force, directly tearing all the skin on the survivor's chest.

What was shown in front of the two of them was not the internal organs of people at all, but some messy things.

Near the wound, there was something resembling a pig's liver, and a blood bag was hidden underneath.

Little by little, the blood bag was oozing blood.

In the heart area, a pacemaker that looks like the heart is beating rhythmically, exactly like the melody of the heartbeat.

Seeing this, Wu Nuannuan was confused: "This, this is not a person at all?" ”

"Hehe, it's a puppet."

Although Liu Lang couldn't figure out what the other party was doing as a puppet, looking at the survivor in front of him, Liu Lang understood one thing.

The puppet maker shouldn't be dead.

Liu Lang frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly asked, "By the way, Officer Wu, you said that this person opened a wax museum?" ”

Wu Nuannuan was so shocked by the scene in front of him that his brain was a little short-circuited, and after hearing Liu Lang's words, he nodded in a daze: "Yes, he seems to be the owner of the wax museum." ”

"Well, that's pretty much what I guessed."

"What? What do you know? ”

The survivor was lying on the bed, his entire abdomen completely torn open, but the heartbeat was still normal.

In this case, no one is stupid enough to think that the survivor in front of him is a normal person.

Seeing Wu Nuannuan staring at him curiously, Liu Lang smiled slightly and said, "Officer Wu, this person should be a member of the Dark Witch Sect, using some kind of puppetry, to make a wax figure that looks exactly like himself." ”

"Huh? So, what is his intention? ”

"Hehe, I can't talk about the attempt, I feel that he just wants the murderer to kill the wax figure, and make the murderer think that he is dead."

Wu Nuannuan's face suddenly changed: "The golden cicada is out of its shell." ”

"Yes, that's what it means. So, that person should still be alive, let's hurry to the wax museum to have a look, he must know who is going to kill him. ”

Liu Lang said confidently.

A hint of discoloration flashed in Wu Nuannuan's eyes, and she nodded at Liu Lang in admiration: "Okay, I'll report to Team Feng first." ”

Wu Nuannuan just picked up the phone, and suddenly pointed to the wax figure on the bed again, and said, "Then what about this guy?" ”

"Of course, I will continue to act."

Liu Lang smiled slightly, stepped forward to close the wound again, and then wrapped the bandage and restored his original appearance again.

"Officer Wu, I'm afraid we have to clean up the aftermath here."

"No problem, I'll come."

Wu Nuannuan volunteered.

After thinking about it, Wu Nuannuan hesitated again: "Then when are we going to the wax museum?" ”

"At night, if you look for it during the day, you won't find it."

"Okay, then I'll contact you when I'm done here."

Liu Lang nodded, "Okay, then I'll go back first." ”

At this moment, Liu Lang is also in a good mood, and wants to quickly ask the ghosts if there is a wax museum in the sect.

Wu Nuannuan stayed behind to deal with the aftermath.

Liu Lang left the hospital by himself, took a taxi, and went straight to Menglixiang.

In the car, Liu Lang made a phone call to the ghost.

However, after hitting twice in a row, the ghost never answered.

Liu Lang's heart couldn't help but slowly pinch up: What's the matter? Could it be that something happened to the ghosts?

Suddenly, there was an inexplicable sense of foreboding.