Under the yellowish and slightly weak light of the tungsten lamp, on the somewhat mottled dissecting table, there was a male corpse with the chest cavity opened and the internal organs scattered aside.
Combined with the yellowed skeleton on the wall, models of human muscles and internal organs, schematic diagrams of various human organs in full and half-section, and the bottles and cans on the shelf directly opposite, this scene really gave Lin Mo a big shock, and his stomach
Unable to hold back his emotions, Liu Zhenshan also kept a straight face, obviously not used to the situation, and only Zheng Junshan was having fun on the side.
"Swish..." As the curtains were pulled, light shone into the room. The originally oppressive and weird atmosphere was swept away, and Lin Mo and the two finally felt a lot more comfortable.
"I'm sorry, you two. The conditions in my place are limited. Once the curtains are drawn, it looks a bit weird. But it's not possible without the curtains. I'm afraid that no one will be there, and whoever walks by the window will be frightened."
After all, he was a member of the Intelligence Department. Lin Mo was a little embarrassed and quickly changed his words and said: "Forensic Doctor Song, this skeleton looks like real human bones, right?"
"it is true……"
Song Ming nodded and introduced: "This was given to me by my tutor when I was studying abroad. I spent a lot of effort to bring it back when I graduated."
"Then this model, the schematic diagram, and the things in the bottle..."
"I made the models and schematics myself. Don't I have to teach new forensic scientists? These are just for them.
As for the inside of the bottle, except for some animal organ specimens that are real, others are also fake and are used to allow the new forensic scientists to get used to it."
When asked about this, Lin Mo didn't interrupt because Song Ming had already finished dressing and could continue to examine the body.
"How's it going? Did you get a big scare just now?" When Lin Mo was looking around, Zheng Junshan came up to him in a humble manner.
"You don't want to remind me? After all, I am a murderer without blinking an eye, but the weird feeling just now still made my heart beat fast."
"I guess it's more than just a racing heartbeat, right?"
"Don't tell me when you see it..." Lin Mo rolled his eyes at Zheng Junshan as he refused to open the pot.
"What's there to be embarrassed about? I was even more frightened. I was so impatient at the time! I didn't bother to knock on the door or anything, so I just came over and pushed the door open.
The scene in the room at that time was the same as before, but at that time, Lao Song was drinking coffee facing the corpse on the autopsy table. I opened the door and he took a sip as if nothing was wrong.
You don’t know, Lao Song was facing me sideways, and I could just see the liquid in the cup. The light was dim and I couldn’t see clearly, and there was a drop flowing out from the corner of my mouth.
Hey... I was so frightened at the time that I took two steps and fell to the ground with my buttocks squatting. It still hurts now..."
Lin Mo said nothing and continued to look at the anatomy room, occasionally getting closer to take a closer look.
Seeing that Lin Mo was unmoved, Zheng Junshan murmured in his heart: Is what I said so boring?
"Old Lin...what are you looking at?" Zheng Junshan followed Lin Mo and looked around suspiciously, and finally couldn't help but speak.
"Let's look at what is needed in the dissecting room. We can't come here all the time to do dissections. When we find an office location, we will definitely have our own dissecting room.
We may have to deal with that place in the future. I am going to see what is needed first and get it done for him! Otherwise, we will be the ones who suffer."
"Hey... why didn't I think of this level? You're still very cunning!" As he said that, Zheng Junshan also imitated Lin Mo and looked at it.
"What you said..." The two of them exchanged words with each other, chatting while looking around the anatomy room.
After roughly figuring out what tools and equipment were needed in the dissection room, the two of them came to the dissection table and watched the dissection. Lin Mo was still a little uncomfortable for the first time, but he still endured it until the end.
"Well, the injuries he suffered some time ago are consistent. There are also some old knife wounds on the body. The gunshot wounds can be traced back to more than ten or twenty years ago. The possibility that it is not him is very low."
After Song Ming finished speaking, he pointed out the old injuries and explained them to several people, while asking Lin Mo to record them with a camera. It took nearly three hours from the dissection to the completion of the explanation.
"Old Song, didn't I ask you to remove his head? Why is it still attached..." Liu Zhenshan asked Song Ming with some dissatisfaction. He had already mentioned this when he came.
When Song Ming heard this, he looked at Lin Mo and the two of them. However, neither Lin Mo objected. They were not kind people. What's more, this man has harmed countless patriots. What's wrong with you? I won't cut you into pieces.
That's merciful.
Seeing this situation, Song Ming stopped hesitating and went directly to the scalpel. In fact, he was not unwilling, but just asked the two people about their attitude as a routine.
"There is a new discovery. There is something stuck on the cervical vertebrae..." Song Ming said, pointing with a scalpel and asking Lin Mo to take a picture.
After Lin Mo finished taking the picture, Song Ming cut open the meat bit by bit, and finally took out a black object and placed it on a small tray aside.
Song Ming scraped and measured again, and it took him more than ten minutes to stop and said: "It's a bullet, it should be from a shell gun. It can be sure that it has stayed in the corpse for at least ten years. Based on my experience, it is roughly estimated that it is
About twenty years.”
"Why is the bullet head in this position? Why didn't you find this thing just now?" Lin Mo raised his own question.
Song Ming listened, thought for a moment, and explained: "Didn't I say that the bullet wound under the ear of the corpse was caused by a stray bullet?
When the bullet hit the person, it should have lost much kinetic energy. It just passed through the soft tissue without forming a cavity, and because of the angle, it did not damage important parts such as arteries. It should finally stop somewhere under the skull.
Because this area is quite complicated, I thought the bullet should be left inside. I did a detailed dissection but couldn’t find it. I thought he had found a doctor with good medical skills to take out the bullet, but I didn’t expect it to end up here.
.”
After Song Ming finished speaking, Zheng Junshan was confused and asked puzzledly: "Shouldn't the bullet be under the skull? Why did it come to the neck? Can the bullet still walk?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Song Ming listened and slowly explained: "There are two possibilities at the moment! The first one is that after the bullet is injected, the trajectory is very different from what I thought.
, finally arrived at the current position.
Theoretically, this possibility exists, because after the bullet enters the human body, the trajectory does not remain unchanged, let alone stray bullets whose stability has been destroyed.
However, from the doctor's point of view, the current location of the bullet is actually very easy to remove, so this possibility is unlikely. However, it is also possible that the man's medical conditions were limited at that time, which led to the doctor not finding the warhead.
Another possibility is that the bullet was originally near the skull, and the bullet shifted over time in the human body. Over the past ten or twenty years, it slowly moved to its current location.
The bullet head is metal and has a certain weight. As long as it is not stuck on the bones or cartilage of the human body, or blocked by bone and cartilage, it will move slowly in the soft tissue over time, mainly moving downward. Although it moves very slowly, it will
Can't hold it for long.
But you don’t have to worry about the specific possibility. This thing has existed in his body for ten or twenty years and is only used as evidence of his identity."
What Song Ming said was not unreasonable, and the three of them were no longer entangled.
"You guys can keep it a little longer! I'll write the autopsy report on this body, and you can take it away with the previous ones."
After saying that, Song Ming began to clean up the mess left by the autopsy. Lin Mo saw that it was getting late and he had other things to do, so he decided to ask first.
"Old Song! You can't always come here to do autopsies in the future. There should be a special autopsy room for you to use. Apart from the tools and equipment here, what other equipment is needed? You can tell us first."
When Song Ming heard this, he stopped what he was doing, looked at Lin Mo with his mask on, and asked, "Can I carry any equipment?"
"Yes..." Lin Mo nodded and explained: "Our funds are relatively abundant, and we can provide you with anything as long as it is useful to you and not too outrageous."
"Then I need a special morgue, preferably with refrigeration equipment to store the bodies. Bodies stored at room temperature will decay too quickly, which will cause unnecessary trouble to my work."
Lin Mo nodded and said, "You can have reasonable opinions."
Seeing this, Song Ming continued: "I am used to recording the characteristics of corpses with photos. Can you provide me with enough film, an assistant, and preferably a special developing room? Most people are not used to these photos.
It would be best if I have a projector that you use during the day so that I can explain it to you."
"Yes, you can use twice the amount of film over your quota within a reasonable range. We have the processing equipment that we have seized and unused, and we will arrange it for you when the time comes.
There's no problem with the projector. If you want an assistant, you can find someone from the team to assist you. It's best to have a few more people, but you have to teach them some things, including preliminary inspections of the crime scene and simple autopsies when performing missions in other places.
They all need to be competent.”
"No problem..." Song Ming agreed, and then said: "I need better lighting equipment, dissection tools, microscopes, various experimental glassware, and some common chemical reagents, which can be used in poison testing.
used.
Oh, and...I also need that metal detection tool, just the one that has been circulating in the NJ market recently. Most of the corpses you examined should have died from gunshots and explosions. That thing can help me find warheads and shrapnel, and avoid unnecessary damage.
Let’s make today’s mistake again.”
"Hmm..." Lin Mo thought about it for a moment and replied: "This way... you can make a list of reagents, instruments, tools, etc., which ones you want, which kind, which brand, we can get them, and we will try our best to help you.
Get it.
As for metal detectors, there is no problem at all. We have already begun to use them in searches, investigations, card searches, etc., and we have many on hand."
"Okay..." Song Ming nodded. Just as he was about to continue cleaning up, he thought of something again and hurriedly asked: "One more thing, I have consumed a lot of film and reagents in the police station for your autopsy these days. Can I be reimbursed?
?”
Song Ming wasn't planning to mention it at first. He planned to use it for the Intelligence Department and let the police station bear the expenses. However, seeing Lin Mo's attitude of not being short of money, he didn't intend to argue with the police station about it.
Lin Mo did not agree immediately, but first asked about taking photos and developing photos, and who was involved in the police station, mainly because he was worried about confidentiality issues.
"You can rest assured about confidentiality. People from the police station basically go around this place. Before I brought the corpses, I always brought them here when the two guards at the back door were not around..."
After Song Ming told them, Lin Mo felt relieved. The two guards at the back door were just hanging around in the police station. It was common for them to cheat and cheat. At this time, they would have left long ago.
The autopsy room is located in the most remote corner of the police station. It is surrounded by morgues, utility rooms and other places. There are almost no police officers going here if there is nothing to do. Song Ming transported the corpses as early as possible.
I didn't let anyone from the police station notice.
The darkroom for developing photos in the police station was also located not far away. Due to the influence of the morgue and the high cost of photos at this time, they had not yet been widely used in case handling. There was not even a dedicated person in the developing room, and all the autopsy photos were
It was washed out by Song Ming himself.
"...I have enclosed all the photos and negatives in the file bag and have not kept them. You can rest assured about this."
"That's it! We can provide a copy of the film and other things used, and you can put them back. Since the police station doesn't know about it, there's no need to disclose it to them."
"Okay..." Song Ming nodded and was about to clean up, but was stopped by Lin Mo again, but still patiently stopped.
Lin Mo was a little embarrassed, mainly because he still had something to ask, so he hurriedly said: "Old Song, how are your medical skills?"
"Medical skills?" Song Ming was a little puzzled, but he still answered: "A lot of knowledge in forensic medicine is similar to medicine. I also had clinical internships in hospitals when I was studying abroad. With these years of forensic experience, I should be able to achieve the level of surgery.
It’s about the level of an average doctor!”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Song Ming did not ask Lin Mo why he asked this question, but Lin Mo still took the initiative to explain that Song Ming's medical skills can be used if necessary.
Guest appearance as a doctor.
Lin Mo also suddenly thought of a problem. If they work separately in the future, they will not be able to share the medical resources of the headquarters.
Moreover, it is impossible to trouble Grandpa Lin Mo and the others all the time. It is not an emergency and it is not suitable to go to the hospital. After all, they work alone for privacy reasons. The feasible way is to set up their own medical room, where all the injuries that are not so difficult can be treated.
But doctors, especially Western medicine, are truly high-paying jobs in this era. It is not easy to hire a doctor with high medical skills who is always ready to serve them. It would be good to find a general doctor to sit in the clinic.
Lin Mo asked about Song Ming's medical skills, thinking that he could help before the doctor arrived or in some emergency situations.
Hearing Lin Mo tell the reason, Song Ming's usually calm face couldn't help but twitch. He had a strong feeling that he was on a pirate ship this time.
Lin Mo didn't stay long. After bidding farewell to the three of them, he immediately left the police station through the back door, got in the car and drove to the place where his grandfather Zhang Shaoxian and others stayed.
When they arrived at the place, Lin Mo saw smoke rising in the corner of the hall as soon as he walked in. Ding Qing took a look and realized it was his grandfather, so he hurried over.
"Is there something urgent about coming here so late?"
"It's not urgent...Grandpa, I'm just going to find Uncle Jiang and want to find out something."
"That's it! Mo Chen is busy. Since it's not an urgent matter, just wait for a while!"
Hearing that Jiang Mochen was busy, Lin Mo sat down to chat with Zhang Shaoxian, and took the opportunity to learn about the conditions of the patients and wounded who had been arranged.