The sudden discovery made Tang Qisheng's blood run cold. Somehow, a ghost had slipped in among them.
"But why didn't those doctors notice? Could they be in on it?" Tang Qisheng instinctively felt there was more to this than met the eye.
"Hiss—"
A sharp intake of breath came from beside him. It was Zhu Jie.
Tang Qisheng immediately grew wary. He knew Zhu Jie wasn't reckless, so something must have happened to her.
The next second, a wet hand groped toward him, then took hold of his hand and guided it in a certain direction.
It was Zhu Jie's hand. He knew its size and shape well, though now it was smeared with blood. Tang Qisheng quickly understood what she meant: she wanted him to feel what was on her plate.
Slowly, Tang Qisheng's expression changed. What was on Zhu Jie's plate wasn't a kidney at all, as the doctor had claimed. It was a hand!
The hand still held a trace of warmth. More importantly, its skin felt rough, its flesh withered, and its surface was covered in wrinkles. It was an old person's hand!
A bold guess came to Tang Qisheng. Could the dismembered body on the operating table have been not some special patient, but the old woman who had been taken away?
Before long, Tang Qisheng's guess was confirmed. He carefully reached out and touched the hair on his own plate. It was slimy, with a large piece of scalp still attached at the base. Right next to the scalp, Tang Qisheng felt a small, hard object.
It was a hair clip!
Now they could confirm the dead woman's identity. Tang Qisheng clearly remembered that the old woman had worn a hair clip just like this one!
It had been black, and even its size