Chapter 37: Handwriting

She pointed to the glass jar in the corner, and Chen Mo didn't intend to hide it.

"I didn't trust you at the time, so I went directly to ask Zhang Shuo Zhi."

She paused.

"However... I don't think you look like the murderer now. You are quite serious, and your reasoning has no problems; you are better than many newcomers."

Su Mian curled her lips faintly. "You don't like newcomers?"

Chen Mo was stunned and glared at her. "I didn't say I like you."

Wang Zeyu exclaimed, and the two turned their heads.

"Uh... you guys come over quickly."

He had a miserable expression. Su Mian stepped forward quickly and found a black wastewater bucket in that inconspicuous corner.

Su Mian thought it was for waste liquid, but when she leaned in to look, there was a heart still beating inside, and a huge irritating smell rushed towards her.

"Holy crap... ugh."

"Close it quickly."

Chen Mo frowned and patted Wang Zeyu. Wang Zeyu closed the lid without a word, saving the three of them's noses.

Chen Mo: "Don't tell me the liquid in this bucket is all formalin."

Wang Zeyu's expression was instantly painful. "Are you sick? I almost died there just now."

Thinking of the heart floating in the middle of the liquid still beating, he almost vomited his dinner from the night before.

Su Mian: "Whose heart is this? Or rather, why would it appear here?"

This was very suspicious; perhaps it was brought in by the murderer, or perhaps it was brought in by Yang Xuan.

But why bring a heart in? Did someone have a terminal illness and need a heart transplant?

Or was it just like "Qingci," having some unspeakable hobbies?

"I can't take it anymore, let's go out first."

Wang Zeyu urged, feeling that the air was full of the smell of formalin. The three of them left the laboratory.

"Let's go find Zhou Ruochuan."

Su Mian said. Currently, the only person who had a direct relationship with Yang Xuan was Zhou Ruochuan; perhaps he knew something.

Zhou Ruochuan worked at the medicine pickup window in the first-floor lobby. The first floor was the place with the largest flow of people in the entire hospital. Although the people in the hospital had "mutated" now, it was still crowded.

Zhou Ruochuan was lowering his head to get medicine. He looked very shy. Seeing the few of them coming, he seemed startled and quickly shifted his gaze.

"Look, I hate this kind of newcomer the most, doing nothing and expecting others to provide him with clues."

Wang Zeyu rubbed his temples. "Say less, at least he's honest."

Su Mian knocked on the window. The boy raised his head timidly. She pointed to the door of the pharmacy.

"Open the door, please."

The three of them entered the pharmacy. Su Mian looked around the place.

Several rows of tall brown medicine shelves reached the ceiling.

The shelves were densely packed with various medicine boxes, divided by category and name, with white labels stuck on them.

The air was filled with a complex smell, mainly the bitter fragrance of Chinese herbal medicine mixed with the slightly pungent smell of Western medicine tablets.

It looked quite normal. Su Mian retracted her gaze.

"You said you used to take care of him. Do you know if he had any strange habits, such as... loving dissection? Or liking to collect hearts or something?"

Zhou Ruochuan was silent for a while, then shook his head. "He... he didn't have any strange habits, he just had a strange personality."

"Have you seen his brother?"

"No, I was only responsible for taking care of him."

"You helped him keep watch that day, do you know what he was going to do?"

Zhou Ruochuan's head broke out in a layer of sweat. "I... I'm not the murderer..."

"Don't be afraid, we just want to know more, we don't suspect you."

Wang Zeyu comforted him. Zhou Ruochuan looked up at the few of them, then spoke again. "I only stayed at the entrance of the Pharmacology Department for a while, I didn't go in."

Su Mian pondered for a while and nodded. "Okay."

"Do you guys have anything else to ask?"

Chen Mo and Wang Zeyu looked at each other and shook their heads. The three of them planned to leave, and Zhou Ruochuan returned to work at the window.

"Young man, how often should this medicine be taken?"

An old lady at the window leaned her head in and handed the medicine to Zhou Ruochuan. "Can you help me write it down?"

"Of course."

Zhou Ruochuan's voice was as small as a mosquito's. He took the medicine box and wrote a few strokes on it.

Su Mian's peripheral vision fell on the medicine box, and her pupils shrank. She suppressed her shock and quickly searched through her photo album after coming out of the pharmacy.

Identical handwriting.

The person who signed the entry form in the dissection room in her place was Zhou Ruochuan.

He hadn't stayed at the entrance of the Pathology Department at all; he had entered the Pathology Department, and might even have entered the dissection room.

Su Mian told the two of them her thoughts immediately. Chen Mo's eyes widened in anger, wanting to go back in to ask for an explanation, but Su Mian pulled her and shook her head.

"Don't alert the enemy first."

She had truly learned her lesson. If Zhou Ruochuan was like Wen Zirui from the previous instance, discovering that his identity had been exposed and wanting to control the situation by killing people, it would be counterproductive.

"There are several suspicious points now."

Wang Zeyu paced at the entrance of the pharmacy.

"Yang Xuan had been to the hospital, but we don't know what illness he had. Whose heart is in the dissection room? Who made the phone call to Qingci?"

"And, why do most players only know Yang Xuan's brother Yang Qi, and have never seen Yang Xuan?"

Su Mian nodded. "The method of death is basically clear. Yang Xuan was stabbed by the murderer in the dissection room, lost too much blood, and was dragged to the top floor and pushed down."

Chen Mo frowned. "Was this phone call made by the murderer or Yang Xuan?"

Wang Zeyu was surprised. "How could it be made by Yang Xuan?"

Su Mian's eyes lit up. "Yes, you're right."

She had always assumed the call was made by the murderer, but in fact, the players didn't know at what point Yang Xuan died after losing too much blood, so it was possible he was struggling to call for help.

Su Mian was a bit excited, but she looked unchanged on the surface. She looked at Chen Mo seriously.

"The idea you provided is very good."

Chen Mo felt uncomfortable being stared at and turned her head away, muttering, "Your eyes are truly affectionate to everyone you look at."

Su Mian:?

She blinked and continued along her own line of thought.

"If the call for help was made by Yang Xuan, then he was conscious at that time, which also means the wound wasn't fatal. The murderer might have never performed surgery, didn't know the specific location of the heart, and couldn't achieve a fatal blow."

Su Mian's fingertips rubbed her phone case. "I conclude that this murderer should be among Zhou Ruochuan, Su Tang, and you."

This "you" referred to Wang Zeyu; he was a doctor in the Imaging Department and wouldn't perform surgery, while Su Tang was a nurse, and Zhou Ruochuan was a medicine picker. Currently, he was the most suspicious.

Finally, she didn't have to work the night shift today.

But Su Mian slept very restlessly that night.

At twelve o'clock, Su Mian was woken up by the sound of dripping water. She already had some neurasthenia, and opened her eyes almost instantly. ===== CHAPTER 38 =====