There was a detail in Zhang Ju's story. On the senior's birthday, a girl confessed to him. After rejecting the girl, the senior and his roommates drank and sang to celebrate his birthday.
When Chen Ge first met Zhang Ju, the latter had said that his face was burned in a fire while he was singing at the karaoke bar.
Originally, Chen Ge did not connect the two events together, but now that Zhang Ju was acting so strangely, Chen Ge had an idea.
All the club members' memories of the summer were blurry. In other words, their memories of the summer had been altered, and that memory could not be trusted.
Zhang Ju was very familiar with the school, and he knew the story between the senior and the girl. The main thing was that his face was burned in the fire while he was singing, and that matched what the senior had done that night.
After connecting everything together, Chen Ge had a few guesses. First, Zhang Ju was the senior. He had killed the girl, and he was a complete scumbag, a madman who was good at disguising himself.
Second, Zhang Ju was the senior. The girl was killed while she was waiting for him, and he happened to witness the whole process. Due to fear, fear, or some other reason, he did not step forward to stop the killer, so he felt very guilty.
Third, Zhang Ju was either a passerby or a friend of the senior. He accidentally saw the senior kill the girl, but due to some reason, he did not step forward to testify against the senior.
In just a few seconds, Chen Ge had come up with several possibilities. Despair, malice, and people with negative emotions were all transported to the eastern campus, so Zhang Ju shouldn't be the killer.
The killer not only killed the girl, but the method was also very cruel. People like that would not show remorse.
"Sir, can I take this frame with me?"
"Does this frame have some special meaning to you?" Chen Ge narrowed his eyes and asked probingly, "After all, this belongs to the autopsy room. If you take it away, I'll have to inform the teacher in charge."
"I don't know why. This is the first time I've seen this mirror, but after I entered the autopsy room, I walked straight to the curtain like I knew there was a mirror hidden behind it." Zhang Ju's face was scary, but his expression was cute. A child like this was impossible for Chen Ge to be the killer.
He had always been a good judge of character, especially after coming into contact with so many psychopathic murderers.
"Okay, but you have to promise me that you won't break or lose this frame."
"Yes!" Zhang Ju nodded heavily. Before Chen Ge, he was just a child who had just taken his high school exam.
His hands gripped the frame of his glasses tightly, and there was a trace of guilt in Zhang Ju's eyes. He did not even realize it.
"Bang!"
Chen Ge was conversing with Zhang Ju when a loud explosion came from the front of the autopsy room.
He turned around and saw that Zhu Long had flipped the entire metal test bench over.
He wasn't a medical student, so he didn't know that there was a spring next to the test bench that could be adjusted. Instead, he used brute force to flip over the test bench.
"What are you doing? You'll have to pay for damaging school property. " Chen Ge walked over to Zhu Long. Zhu Long was bent over beside the experiment bench and poked his head into it.
"Vermillion Dragon?"
The mischievous-looking child did not answer, but his shoulders were shaking.
"Are you okay?" Chen Ge grabbed Zhu Long's shoulders, and the boy slowly turned his head around.
His facial muscles were twitching, and two trails of tears ran down Zhu Long's face. His eyes were filled with panic like he had seen something extremely scary.
Chen Ge pressed lightly on Zhu Long's shoulders and glanced into the bench. The back of the bench had been carved with the name Zhu Long using a sharp tool.
"Why would my name appear on the back of the autopsy table?" Zhu Long's voice was shaking, and his body was shaking even harder.
"I also want to know why." Chen Ge bent down and touched the name with his finger. "How much did the person who carved the name hate you? Why did they use so much force?"
"I don't even know anyone from this school! Why would they carve my name on the autopsy table? "Zhu Long kicked the bench and screamed loudly.
Chen Ge ignored him and took out Lin Sisi's phone to snap a picture.
His finger brushed past the names one by one before stopping at the bottom left corner of the experiment table. Other than the names, there was also a sentence written there — I've come to find you. You said that as long as we can both become students of this school, you'll be with me forever!
"Is Zhu Long's story real?" Looking at the words on the back of the bench, Chen Ge shook his head. "Zhu Long does not look like a calculative person. There are many steps involved in donating the body to the school, and the key is that the school rarely accepts the body of a suicide victim."
"Don't panic. Look around the autopsy room to see if there's an attendance chart and seating chart. It takes a lot of time to carve so many names, and the culprit should be sitting at this spot every time." Chen Ge soon calmed down. He and Zhang Ju looked around, but Zhu Long stood where he was.
After a while, he wiped away the tears on his face and said in a very slow tone, "Stop looking. These words feel very familiar. They should be … carved by me."
"You carved them?" Zhang Ju was initially lost in his own thoughts, but when he heard what Zhu Long said, he woke up instantly. The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. "Zhu Long, what do you mean? Now is not the time to be joking! "
"I can't remember when I carved them, but I know it was me who carved them!" Zhu Long hammered his head. He used a lot of force.
"It doesn't matter if you can't remember. Do you still remember what I said earlier? None of the students that I've chosen to join the club are normal people. I will help you remember. " Chen Ge took out the scalpel that he had used to pry open the door from his backpack. "Don't be affected by those words. Carve your name according to your feelings."
Zhu Long accepted the scalpel, and with shaking hands, he carved his name on the back of the bench.
The sound of metal scraping against metal was even more piercing in the silent night. Zhu Long stopped after he finished. The Zhu that he had carved was identical to all the other Zhu characters on the back of the bench.
The words on the back of the metal bench were indeed written by him!
"Ding!"
The scalpel fell to the ground, and Zhu Long suddenly grabbed his head. He knocked the bench over, and veins popped on his face.
"Hold him down!"
Chen Ge and Zhang Ju grabbed Zhu Long's arms and legs. Zhu Long was still struggling, and all the data and records on the first bench fell to the ground.
"Mr. Bai, what's wrong with him?"
"This is too loud. Let's leave this place first!" Chen Ge hugged Zhu Long. Just as he was about to leave, he noticed an old-fashioned phone with a pink casing among the pile of data.
Chen Ge used one hand to pick up the phone and shoved it into his backpack. In the blink of an eye, Zhu Long broke free.
He slammed his head against the bench and screamed. "Let me go! Let me go! "
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