As Zhong Kai said, the little girl is indeed good-looking, and she is very attractive. Especially her smooth and delicate face, which is as tender as a peeled egg. Well... I want to eat it.
Following the movement of his heart, Lu Wuchuan leaned down, wanting to taste whether that face was what he imagined.
"Cuckoo, cuckoo..." the cell phone on the autopsy record shouted cheerfully.
Lu Wuchuan only had time to straighten up, and saw that Duan Mo had opened his eyes, mechanically turned off his phone, sat up and looked at himself blankly for two seconds, and then shouted: "Brother Lu, oh no, Captain Lu, you
Are you done?"
"Well, I'll leave the rest to Lao Zhong." Lu Wuchuan took two steps back without leaving a trace, pulled up a chair and sat down next to the desk, "I didn't tell you there was a bed inside, why are you sleeping here? No.
Cover it a little."
Only then did Duanmo realize that he was covered with a blanket: "I was too sleepy and didn't want to move, so I just squinted here for a while."
She took off the blanket and folded it while asking: "Is there any result?"
"Some pathological examinations take time, and poisoning also needs further confirmation." Lu Wuchuan said, "What is certain at present is that Zhou Zheng did not die of sudden cardiac death."
"Poisoned to death?"
"The possibility is very high, but as I just said, a poison test is needed to get a definite answer."
"How long will it take?"
"Not necessarily. If it's quick, maybe part of it can come out today, if it's slow, it may take at least two or three days."
Duanmo stepped forward and asked seriously: "You mean that Zhou Zheng died of homicide. The murderer's method of committing the crime was very unique. He used poison, but it was very similar to the symptoms of sudden death?"
She had just woken up, her ponytail was loose and hanging on her shoulders, and there was a small strand of hair sticking out of her head.
Lu Wuchuan couldn't help but rub the top of her hair: "I'll take you to see the test results that have come out later."
Duan Mo pulled off his hand and said, "Let's go now, why does it take a while?"
"Because I'm hungry now and want to eat." Lu Wuchuan took his hand back. The soft feeling was still there, but it was a pity that he was not allowed to touch it.
"Oh, then I'll buy it for you." Duanmo said and got up to go out.
Lu Wuchuan grabbed her and said, "No, go wash up first. Old Zhong will be back soon."
When leaving Kaoshan Village, he said that he might not be able to go back at night. They both brought simple toiletries with them and went to the bathroom in the corridor to wash their faces and brush their teeth.
Duanmo doesn't usually wear makeup and only has a few skin care products. When he goes out, he only brings travel-size toner and facial cream. After washing his face and returning to the office, he doesn't look in the mirror and just applies a few swipes on it.
The fair face was smeared with facial cream and looked supple and tender. Lu Wuchuan couldn't help but look at it a few more times.
Duanmo saw him staring at her and touched his face: "Is my face not evenly applied?"
Hearing her question, Lu Wuchuan suddenly felt blessed and pointed at his cheek: "Here."
Duan Mo pressed the position he pointed at and rubbed it with his palm a few times: "Are you ready?"
"No." Lu Wuchuan shook his head, "A little further up."
"What about this time?" Duan Mo asked.
Lu Wuchuan stretched out his hand helplessly and wiped his thumb from his delicate face: "Is the thing you used too dry?"
The heat on his fingertips made Duanmo's face tingle, and he ducked back reflexively. He coughed twice unnaturally, and stuffed the toner and cream into a small cosmetic bag: "Um... I'll change to a moisturizing one later."
Lu Wuchuan put his hand behind his back and rubbed it a few times. Well, it felt good, soft and slippery.
At this moment, Zhong Kai pushed open the door and entered the office carrying several grocery bags.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw Lu Wuchuan leaning on the table with a faint smile on his lips.
"Eh? What's going on?"
"Nothing, I just washed my face." Lu Wuchuan took the thing in his hand and put it on the table.
After breakfast, I cleared the table and tidied up the office briefly.
Zhong Kai sighed as he looked at her. While she was going out to deliver the mop, he lowered his voice and said to Lu Wuchuan, "I want to take back what I said last night."
Of course Lu Wuchuan knew what he was talking about. He raised his eyebrows and said, "You have no chance, so you should calm down."
"Sigh... Sometimes we really can't talk about brotherly loyalty." Zhong Kai sighed. She is good-looking, courageous, and hard-working. How could she let such a good girl go out because her head was so hot?
When Duan Mo came back, he saw his dejected look and asked in confusion: "Brother Zhong, what's wrong with you?"
"He is tired and needs to take a rest." Lu Wuchuan said first, "Let's go to the legalization room."
After he said so, Zhong Kai had no choice but to take out the key and throw it to him, waving his hand for them to leave quickly.
The legalization room is at the other end of the corridor, separated from the outside by a plastic-steel glass door.
After entering, it is divided into two rooms on the left and right, and each room is divided into an office and a laboratory with partitions.
Lu Wuchuan opened the door on the right, picked up a few pieces of paper from the desk outside and handed them to Duan Mo.
This is an optical microscopic examination of tissue sections and some pathological diagnosis. They are all real-time records of the examination. They are mixed with many professional terms and are difficult to understand. They do not provide a conclusion. The more you look at them, the more difficult it becomes.
"Lijun Lu, can you explain it to me? I don't understand."
"Come, sit down and watch slowly." Lu Wuchuan asked her to sit in front of the desk, and he pulled a chair over and sat next to her.
"There were acute cellulitis changes in the deep dermis and subcutaneous tissue of the deceased's neck wound. What is cellulitis? Wound infection?" Duan Mo asked tentatively.
"It is different from ordinary purulent infections." Lu Wuchuan said, "The pathogenic bacteria of cellulitis release hemolysin, causing tissue necrosis. In severe cases, it can even cause sepsis, which is fatal."
"You didn't die because of this infection, right?" Duan Mo felt unbelievable.
Lu Wuchuan chuckled and shook his head: "Of course not. This is the test result of the dermis and subcutaneous tissue of the wound, which shows that it is not an ordinary trauma. Let's look at it later and talk about this issue later. Do you still remember the autopsy?
At this time, do you have any questions about the condition of your heart and lungs?"
Duan Mo tried to recall it and said: "Myocardial edema, mild systolic band necrosis, congestion and edema in both lungs. Isn't this what Lin said that Zhou Zheng died suddenly?"
"Quick death caused by violence can also cause this situation, especially mechanical asphyxia. So these are non-specific and can only indicate that the death is very fast. In addition, the deceased's kidneys, liver, spleen, pancreas, etc.
There are changes in all the organs.”
Lu Wuchuan pointed out the test data to Duan Mo one by one and explained them one by one. He spoke very carefully and used mostly easy-to-understand vocabulary, which made it easier to understand.
Unconsciously, an hour passed. Duan Mo basically understood the meaning of the results that had been made, and she raised the question about the neck wound again.