Things were getting more and more complicated. Song qingxiao took the plastic bag and sniffed it.
Apart from the unique smell of plastic, the bag also had a faint smell of disinfectant, perhaps because it was originally from the hospital.
She folded the bag and put it in her pocket. After a thorough search of the first floor, song qingxiao was even more careful this time after being wary of number five.
She didn't miss a single Department or room on the first floor. She even opened the body bags of the dead bodies in the living room.
The body had been lying there for a few days, and it was in a body bag. The smell was not pleasant, and song qingxiao felt nauseated.
She stood in front of doctor ou's corpse for a while. Doctor ou's face was deformed and slightly swollen, and there was a large amount of foam with blackish-red blood on his mouth and nose.
