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Chapter 467 Fake corpse

"And this one and this one," he said as he lifted the white cloths from the heads of the two corpses, revealing two pale and distorted faces.

"They are Yu Wei's wife and child. They were the first batch of victims. Their bodies all showed similar changes."

His voice was a little low, as if he was suppressing some emotion, and after he finished speaking, he slowly covered the body with a white cloth.

Then, he lifted the white cloths on the heads of the other two corpses. They had the same symptoms, the same paleness and distortion, which was unbearable to look at.

"Is the corpse poisonous?" someone asked doubtfully.

"It would be great if it was just poisonous," he shook his head, frowning.

"I'm afraid something will happen to the bodies... We have to find a way to cremate them all, otherwise something bad will happen sooner or later."

"Burn?" Another person hesitated. "I have no objection, but they may have some objections."

He pointed veiledly at the victims' families who were crying bitterly nearby, saying that whether to cremate the body or not was not something the vice president could decide.

The murderer hasn't been found yet and the funeral hasn't been held yet. Even if you want to force cremation, you have to give the victims' families a reasonable reason, right?

"Help me keep an eye on these bodies. Do not let the family members take them back. Do you understand? I will go back to the police station and apply for an order. There is no point in keeping these bodies. They must be cremated as soon as possible!"

The forensic doctor spoke solemnly, as if these corpses were extremely dangerous.

He must have watched a lot of horror movies. When he saw the mutated corpses, all kinds of horror scenes immediately emerged in his mind. He wanted to burn them immediately to avoid any more trouble.

If the people in those movies had the awareness of a forensic doctor, a lot of trouble could probably be saved.

"I know it won't be difficult to stop them from taking the body back. I will tell them that the wounds on the body still need to be examined, so it should be able to delay for a while. Go quickly and come back soon."

The vice president responded calmly. When it comes to major issues, he still has his own judgment.

"Thank you for your hard work. I..." The forensic doctor looked at the vice president with gratitude, then turned on the communicator and prepared to contact the superiors in the Public Security Department.

As he turned around, he raised his hand to his ear, ready to press the call button.

However, just when he was halfway through swinging his hand, he suddenly felt a powerful force grabbing his wrist.

The forensic doctor was startled, turned his head in astonishment, looked at the person who grabbed his hand, and asked, "Why are you holding my hand?"

The deputy dean did not respond to him, which made the forensic doctor feel a little strange. He hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to turn his head to see what happened to the deputy dean.

When his eyes met the vice-president's, he couldn't help but gasp - the vice-president's face was as pale as paper, without any blood, as if he had been frightened out of his soul.

What made the forensic doctor even more terrified was that the vice president's eyes were fixed on the front of him, as if there was something extremely terrifying there.

The forensic doctor swallowed hard and followed the deputy director's line of sight. At this moment, his heart suddenly tightened because he saw the body that had not yet been covered with a white cloth.

The corpse lay quietly on the dissection table, and its eyes, which should have been closed, had opened at some point.

The cloudy layer of corpse film covering the eyeballs was still there, making the eyes look lifeless.

However, under the gaze of the forensic doctor, the seemingly lifeless eyeballs suddenly moved and then slowly turned towards him.

"Hey, have you ever heard of the news that corpses can still move after death?"

The medical examiner's voice was trembling. He tried to keep his tone calm, but the fear in his heart kept surging into his heart like a tide.

"For example, the reflex nerves of the corpse are still alive, or something stimulated them. You have heard of this, right? Vice Dean, can you tell me that you have heard of this..."

The forensic doctor's body was shaking like a sieve. He stared at the vice president with wide eyes, his tone full of pleading.

He really couldn't believe what he saw. He would rather believe that it was just an illusion or some kind of prank.

He didn't dare to believe the reality that his mind judged based on his current state, because it was too terrible.

Therefore, he could only hope that the vice president could tell him that all this was not true and was just his illusion.

"I remember there are records about this in my office. I'll go back and look for them..." The vice president's voice trembled a little, as if he didn't quite believe what he said.

His body was as stiff as the corpse. He turned around slowly and every movement seemed extremely difficult.

When he finally faced the door, he hesitated for a moment, then as if suddenly pushed by a powerful force, he took a step forward.

This step seemed to have exhausted all his courage and strength. Next, his body began to run uncontrollably like a mechanical puppet wound up with a spring.

His steps were staggering, but extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he rushed out of the morgue door, leaving behind a terrified scream: "Zombie, corpse transformation! Run!!!"

The people who were crying in the morgue were startled by the vice president's sudden action. They stopped crying and stared in amazement at him rushing out the door like a gust of wind.

Their eyes then fell on the morgue door that was swaying back and forth after being hit by the vice president. The door made a creaking sound, as if telling the horror of the scene that had just happened.

For a moment, the entire morgue was silent, and no one knew what to say. People looked at each other, and finally turned their eyes to the forensic doctor next to them.

The forensic doctor's face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He said calmly, "Don't listen to the vice president's nonsense. There is no such thing as a corpse turning into a corpse. It's all a lie.

You guys go about your business, Xiao Hu, help me find a knife, pliers, a hammer or something that can break my arm."

However, as he spoke, his body began to tremble involuntarily.

He tried to hide his arms behind his back, but found that everyone's eyes were fixed on his back as if attracted by a magnet.

His heartbeat became faster and faster, and more and more sweat appeared on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks.

He felt a chill running up his spine, as if an invisible hand was slowly reaching towards his back.

Most people began to move towards the door unconsciously, with looks of fear on their faces, as if they were ready to escape from this terrible place at any time.