"Oh, isn't that perfect for cultivating feelings..." Duan Mo suddenly thought of something, "Eh? No, that's just dug out of the mountain. It's just right to do it tomorrow. There's no need to work overtime!"
The two entered the subway station. Jiang Muyang looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, and lowered his voice: "Forensic doctors have many ways to make the corpse meet the standards for dissection."
The cold autopsy room, the dim lighting, the half-decomposed female corpse, Duan Mo couldn't help but shudder: "Okay, even if this is the case, are you sure that dissecting a corpse together can cultivate feelings?"
"I think you are just short-sighted." Jiang Muyang resisted the urge to roll his eyes in the street, and said with hatred.
Duanmo glared at him: "Hey! Who are you talking about?"
The subway train pulled into the platform, which was exactly where Jiang Muyang was going to sit. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, you're still alive. You don't need anything at all. Go ahead and pay attention to your own safety." I really don't understand, usually.
He is a very smart person, and even though he is talking about this, why don't he understand? Is he not enlightened?
The train entered the tunnel and soon disappeared, as if it had been swallowed up by a big mouth, or as if it had been sucked into an infinite vortex.
…
On Saturday morning, I woke up before it was completely bright. I took my phone from the bedside table and looked at it. It was just after six o'clock.
It was a rare opportunity to sleep in, so she turned over and wrapped herself tightly like a silkworm chrysalis, planning to go back to sleep again.
Maybe it was because she went to bed too early last night, and she didn't fall asleep again after lying there for a long time. Instead, she became more and more energetic. She sat up and sighed heavily. She really was not blessed with a happy life.
After washing, eating breakfast, and tidying up the house, she was already dressed and out the door before eight o'clock.
There were fewer people on the road on weekends, so I arrived at the office in less than an hour. She originally thought she would be the first to arrive, but she didn't want anyone to arrive earlier than her.
Lu Wuchuan was sitting in front of the computer. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he slightly bent his index finger to push up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and then looked back: "You're here so early?"
"If you can't sleep, come here early." Duanmo took off his down jacket and hung it on the hanger, but his eyes were secretly looking at the man sitting by the window.
He doesn't often wear glasses, and the frame of this pair of glasses is quite special. Other people's half-rim glasses are half-rimmed on the top, but his is on the bottom, with a thin metal frame holding two lenses.
The gold-rimmed half-rimmed glasses did not obscure his eyebrows, but instead made him look more bookish.
Her thin lips were pursed slightly, her resolute chin was slightly retracted, the collar of the light gray shirt was exposed outside the navy V-neck sweater, the first button was unbuttoned, the collar was slightly open, and the collarbone was faintly visible...
The eyes behind the lenses suddenly raised and collided with the peeping eyes.
Duanmo, who was caught, smiled coquettishly: "Brother Lu, your glasses are quite interesting."
It turned out that he was curious about the glasses. Although Lu Wuchuan was a little disappointed, he patiently explained: "There is nothing wrong with my eyes. They are anti-blue light and anti-fatigue."
When he raised his head, Duan Mo saw a faint cyan glow under the eyes behind the lenses: "Brother Lu, didn't you get a good rest last night?"
Lu Wuchuan simply took off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose, hummed, put his glasses back on, and pulled out a document from the pile of documents next to him, "There is nothing wrong with Li Shanzhen's case. It can be closed. Please submit the follow-up report."
Do it, and if you don’t understand anything, feel free to ask me.”
Duan Mo took the document he handed over, which was Li Shanzhen's autopsy report.
She glanced through it briefly and found that the cause of Li Shanzhen's death was craniocerebral injury, and the location was consistent with what Shang Fanping and Park Shun'ai had explained. At the end of the report, in the column of the prosecutor, she saw Zeng Weiya's signature.
"Brother Lu, you...didn't you stay up all night?"
Li Shanzhen's body has entered a state of mild decomposition. Such a detailed autopsy report cannot be completed in three to five hours.
"I went back around 11 o'clock, checked some information later, and went to bed around 2 o'clock."
"Ah? You go home by yourself and leave others to work overtime?" This is too scumbag.
Lu Wuchuan's eyes moved from the computer screen to her face, with a hint of sullenness: "You're not saying you're not familiar with him, but you still care so much?"
"This has nothing to do with whether we are familiar with each other. She is a girl anyway... Colleague, you ran away halfway. This is not authentic." Duan Mo wanted to say it was a girl, but when he thought about Zeng Weiya's age, he felt it was inappropriate and changed his mind.
"What female colleague? When did Lao Zhong become a woman..." Lu Wuchuan was halfway through the sentence, and he only came to his senses when he saw the autopsy report in her hand, "Are you talking about... Zeng Weiya?"
"Yes, didn't you work overtime with her last night?" Duanmo was confused. Why did it feel like the two of them were not on the same channel?
Lu Wuchuan's eyes narrowed: "When did I say I was going to accompany her?"
Duanmo scratched the tip of his brow, as if he really didn't say anything.
"I clearly said yesterday that I had an appointment with Lao Zhong, didn't you hear me?"
Zhong Kai was recently upset by the messy corpses and complained to Lu Wuchuan several times, saying that if he didn't help, the case would probably continue to drag on.
"It doesn't matter. By the way, Sister Weiya is beautiful and has a good temperament, and you guys are..."
Before Duan Mo finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lu Wuchuan, gritting his teeth: "You really hope that I will have something with someone else?"
"You are not young anymore. When you meet the right person..." Seeing the man's face getting darker and darker, his desire for survival caused Duan Mo to swallow back the second half of the sentence, and Yang Yang held the autopsy report in his hand, "I won't disturb you anymore."
, I’m going to work.”
Lu Wuchuan clenched his hands on the table. For a moment, he really wanted to strangle this little girl who was talking nonsense with her head full of paste.
…
Li Shanzhen's case is not complicated. Her death was a manslaughter. Pu Shun'ai collaborated with Shang Fanping to bury the body and escape. Not only did she not escape the blame, but they added several more. Even Shang Fanping also had to face it.
with legal sanctions.
When this case was concluded, the case of the missing dancer was also coming to an end.
After committing the crime, Liu Yue randomly chose the place where the bodies were thrown, and he could not remember where some of the body parts were thrown. The case spanned a long time and involved many people, so it was naturally impossible to find the remains of all the injured.
After repeated examination and comparison of the body parts, except for Park Soon-ae, who was not in the case, only five of the remaining eight missing persons could be identified.
Liu Yue confessed to his criminal behavior. He said that he must have killed more than eight people. He could not remember exactly who they were, what their names were, and how many there were.
Lu Wuchuan wanted to continue digging deeper, but the bureau asked him to close the case as soon as possible. On Monday afternoon, the bureau went to find him specifically for this purpose, and then let him go in silence for the whole afternoon.