The Witch

"What are you looking at?" Gongsun Lian turned around, and saw Wu Miaomiao staring at the direction of the stairs in a daze, and patted her curiously.

"Ah, are you done?" Wu Miaomiao recovered.

"It's almost there." Gongsun Lian nodded.

"What about Uncle?" Wu Miaomiao didn't see Gongsun Lian's father Gongsun Yuanming.

"Before my dad came, he brought a bunch of clothes that he didn't want at home and sent them to the next door." Gongsun Lian explained, "By the way, how do you feel?"

"How about what?"

"Didn't you say to come over and take a look at the organ donation? You followed just now, how do you feel?" Gongsun Lian asked.

"Well, it's good, anyway, if a person is dead, keeping the organ is also cremated. If it turns into ashes, it is better to keep it to save people." Wu Miaomiao originally thought this was a good thing.

And, by the way, it can also accumulate some merits for the next life.

"This classmate is right." The staff member who helped Gongsun Lian look at Wu Miaomiao nodded in agreement, "It's just that most people nowadays are quite taboo about this, if everyone is like you. I think there is no shortage of organs in the hospital, and more people can be cured. How about it, do you want to sign one as well."

The staff saw that Wu Miaomiao was so enlightened and came with Gongsun Lian again, and couldn't help asking.

"Okay." Wu Miaomiao accepted the volunteer paper with little thought.

"Wait a minute, don't you go back and discuss with your family?" Gongsun Lian stopped Wu Miaomiao.

"It's okay, didn't it mean that you can cancel at any time? I sign first, and if my family disagrees later, I will cancel again." Wu Miaomiao said nonchalantly.

"Yes, you can cancel at any time." The staff also quickly agreed.

Gongsun Lian didn't say anything. Wu Miaomiao took the pen, sat where Gongsun Lian sat before, and began to fill out the voluntary form seriously.

After Wu Miaomiao finished filling in, Gongsun Yuanming also returned. He picked up the two and left together and returned to Haicheng University.

And just as they left the Red Cross, the middle-aged man with the ghost boy went straight to the innermost office on the second floor. This was a director’s office with the name of the director posted next to it. Yan Fang.

Someone in the office seemed to be reporting on work. The middle-aged man waited at the door for a long time. He waited until the person reporting on the job came out before he knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

The middle-aged man pushed the door in and greeted with a smile: "Director Yan."

Director Yan was wearing a white shirt with half a hundred hair and a gentle face. He was slightly startled when he saw the middle-aged man, and said in doubt: "You are?"

"I'm Diao Yongnian." The middle-aged man had a familiar expression, as if he and Director Yan were an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"Sorry, have we met before?" Director Yan couldn't tell for a moment whether he had seen this person.

"What you said, I just came to see you half a month ago." The middle-aged man walked over and sat directly on the chair in front of Director Yan's desk. I was familiar with this place. appearance.

Director Yan was a little unhappy, but he didn't have any episodes. He just asked, "Mr. Diao, is there anything you are looking for with me?"

"Well, I want to ask you for some information." Diao Yongnian said unceremoniously.

"Do you want us to issue you a donation certificate?" Now many companies and individuals will directly donate money and materials online, and they will come to the association to issue invoices to prove or something when they are needed. Director Yan thinks the same is true for the other party.

"No, I want your latest list of organ donation volunteers." Diao Yongnian said.

Director Yan was taken aback, his expression serious: "Mr. Diao, you are joking."

"No, I want this, just take this half a month, the previous one, I took it from you half a month ago."

"Impossible!" Director Yan sternly denied.

The list of organ donors is strictly confidential. Unless the parties make public the list, the Red Cross is only keeping records on file and cannot be disclosed to the public.

"Don't get excited, you'll give it to me in a while. Come out." With the voice of Diao Yongnian, a group of ghosts slowly appeared beside him, and it was the ghost boy Wu Miaomiao had just seen.

Director Yan couldn't see Young Master Gui, but the air in the room suddenly cooled down, making him a little nervous. Especially the weird middle-aged man, pointing his finger at him, and said to the air on the side: "Hands."

"What do you want to do?!" Director Yan felt wrong. He picked up the phone on the desk and called the security guard. At this time, the ghost boy suddenly flashed, and Director Yan's mind was fascinated by a cloud of black air while his wide robe sleeves were flicking.

"Okay." Gui Gongzi calmly closed his hand.

Diao Yongnian just got up and walked over, and ordered to the already confused Director Yan: "Call out the list of newly added volunteers across the country in the past half month, as long as they are of type A blood."

Director Yan seemed to be controlled by something. He put his hands on the keyboard automatically, entered the password, opened the website with his own authority, and downloaded the list of all the volunteers with blood type A who had registered in the past half month.

"Send to this mailbox, and then delete." Diao Yongnian handed over a note with the mailbox written on it.

Gui Gongzi stood aside, watching Diao Yongnian's operations, a flash of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"Actually there are only one hundred, and Haicheng has only three. With so few, it seems that everyone is still not willing to donate organs." Diao Yongnian couldn't help mocking when looking at the statistics in Director Yan's computer.

After another moment, Diao Yongnian watched Director Yan delete the record of the mail he sent. Then he turned to the Gui Gongzi and said: "Good job, when I receive the money, I will give you a bottle of Moutai."

"Are you doing these things, aren't you afraid that the Metaphysical Association will find you?" Gui Gongzi didn't seem to have much interest in Moutai.

"Check me? Why check me?" Diao Yongnian looked smug, "I didn't use witchcraft to harm people, I just came to ask for some information."

Gui Gongzi chuckled: "Yes, Director Yan sent the list directly by email. You even took the money in cash. There is really no evidence. I am afraid that you will be in a bit of trouble when I was discovered."

"So you be careful. If you are discovered, don't blame me for being polite. Especially if you come out privately like just now, I don't like it very much." Diao Yongnian threatened, "But if you are obedient, I will treat you well. of."

Gui Gongzi smiled and nodded, his body turned, and disappeared again.

Diao Yongnian thought that he had frightened the ghost son, and left the office with a smug look.

About five minutes later, Director Yan with blurred eyes slowly woke up. He looked at the empty office and the open computer in front of him. He always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it.

City Criminal Police Brigade.

Huo Mingzhi was standing in front of the blackboard thinking hard. There were a few photos posted on the blackboard with many black lines connecting them.

"Boss." At this moment, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and Yang Ming walked in. As soon as he came in, he saw the blackboard in front of Huo Mingzhi, and he leaned over with a look of interest, "Hey, new case?"

"No, just some doubts." Huo Mingzhi shook his head.

"What kind of case has made our famous Team Huo all suspicious." Yang Ming quickly glanced at the important information on the blackboard, and then muttered, "There was a car accident on the way to work, and the traffic police died unexpectedly. This is living alone at home. No one found a fall in the bathroom because he suffered from severe renal failure, and eventually died of renal failure. The last one was a foot stuck in the owner during diving. When the club found out, he was in a coma due to lack of oxygen, and died after the rescue failed."

Yang Ming shook his head doubtfully: "This second one has some problems."

"What's the problem?" Huo Mingzhi asked.

"Look here, since I live alone and suffer from severe kidney disease, it should have been a few days before being found out. How come I was sent to the hospital in the end?" Yang Ming asked.

"Because that day happened to be the day when he made an appointment to go to the hospital for dialysis, the attending doctor found out that he was not here, worried that he had an accident, contacted the property in his community and opened the door." Huo Ming knew.

"Well, then there should be no problem. They all seem to be accidents. Moreover, these three people have simple interpersonal relationships and ordinary family backgrounds, and there is no connection between them. Team Huo, what are you worried about?" Yang Ming asked.

"These three have a few things in common." Huo Ming knew.

"Which three?"

"First, they are all organ donation volunteers."

"Organ donation? They are all good people, it's a pity." Yang Ming sighed.

"Second, they are all blood type A." Huo Mingzhi continued.

"All three people have the same blood type?" Although there are only so many blood types in total, it is not surprising that three people have the same blood type, but how to add it to the first coincidence is a bit rare.

"Thirdly, all three of them died in the hospital after the rescue failed."

"This shouldn't be considered a common point. Isn't it normal to be sent to the hospital in an accident?" Yang Ming asked puzzled.

"If there is no first article, then this is normal. But if the first article is added, it may not be." Huo Mingzhi used his signature pen to drew a circle on the four words for organ donation.

"I'll go!" Yang Ming seemed to react with a cold sweat, "Boss, it's impossible for you to be too suspicious."

"I also hope that I am too suspicious." Huo Mingzhi sighed.

"Boss, why are you paying attention to this all of a sudden, someone reports it?" Yang Ming asked, if someone reports it, then this matter will be investigated.

"No, I guessed it myself. A colleague of mine was blinded by a bullet when he was fighting drugs. He was blind for several years. Some time ago, he suddenly waited for a suitable cornea. I happened to hear it when I visited him in the hospital. "Huo Ming knows, "The nurses in the hospital are all talking, saying that their hospital has been allocated several suitable organs in the past half month, and the operations they performed are almost as fast as those in the past year."

"Didn't we just crack an organ trading case? I was a little sensitive, so I asked a few more questions." Huo Ming knew that he was a policeman, so when he asked the hospital about the situation, the hospital did not hide it. He received these three donations. When reviewing information, he stands. Discovered the common ground of the three.

Probably it was the intuition of the police, who always felt that accidental things were unreasonable, so they thought more about it.

"Boss, you are too sensitive. Do you suspect that someone deliberately killed them for their organs? But the donation process in hospitals is regulated, and you don't want to give it to whomever you want." This is different from organ trafficking, and there is no profit. Place.

"I also hope that I am too sensitive." Huo Mingzhi couldn't believe it, if these people were really killed deliberately and the purpose was what he thought. With this thought alone, he felt cold all over his body.