Fortunately, the source of the explosion was sunk at the bottom of the large iron cabinet. It was blocked by the cabinet, and the affected area was not wide. However, the faces of the two patrol officers were splashed a lot. After recovering from the shock, they hurriedly left.
They climbed out of the big iron cabinet and knelt on the ground, both of them vomiting.
"...Look." I rolled my eyes at Fangyuan.
Fangyuan pinched the mask on her nose, walked to the iron cabinet, and took a closer look at the scene.
The air was filled with a pungent smell. Seeing how cowardly his two subordinates were, the leading patrolman wanted to teach them a lesson, but he opened his mouth and the words did not come out, and he also vomited.
Nausea and vomiting are mostly psychological effects. I have long been used to dealing with corpses all day long. In this case, I just need to stay calm and not think about that in my mind.
I put on a double-layer mask and squatted next to Fangyuan to check with her. Fortunately, the head of the corpse was intact and the face was slightly swollen, but the face could still be vaguely distinguished.
Fangyuan used her mobile phone to take pictures of the corpse's face, and after simple editing and restoration, uploaded it to their intranet system. They quickly compared the deceased's information - a 22-year-old female college student in the city named Liao who was reported missing three days ago.
Xin.
"Go find me a basin of clean water." Fangyuan "ordered" me.
"what?"
"Wash your feet later." Fangyuan said, sitting on the ground, taking off his shoes and socks, and stepped barefoot into a large iron cabinet filled with smelly water to examine the body at close range!
"Professional!" I couldn't help but give her a thumbs up. I can understand the professional attributes of forensic medicine, but there are not many girls of her age who can achieve this level.
There was no water source nearby, so I had to run to the supermarket and buy two large barrels of mineral water. When I returned to the scene, Fang Yuan just climbed out of the iron cabinet. Her calves and feet below the knees were covered with filth. I quickly helped her.
After rinsing, she threw away her gloves and was busy writing down in a small notebook: There was a depression on the back of the deceased's head and a broken skull, two centimeters in diameter, which should be the cause of death.
"What could be causing the two centimeters of damage?" Fangyuan said to himself after writing down.
"Hammer," I said without thinking, "the head of a hammer used for carpentry is only two centimeters in diameter."
"You mean, the murderer is a carpenter?" Fangyuan looked at me.
The admiration I had just established for her disappeared again. What kind of logic was she using?
"You can buy that kind of hammer in any hardware store for ten yuan a piece." I explained. Judging from her age, she may have just graduated from patrol school and has little social experience.
Fangyuan nodded and quickly added a line of small words on the notebook: Wu Tu said the murder weapon was a hammer.
"...My name is Wu Mian, not Wu Rabbit, nothing like that!" I whispered, how could anyone use the word "rabbit" in their name?
But Fangyuan ignored my excuse and didn't change it. After closing the notebook, she looked down at the large bottle of mineral water in my hand that was helping her rinse her feet: "Thank you, I'll reimburse you later."
"It's only twenty yuan, forget it." I said.
"That won't work, one code is one code. I'll add you on WeChat later and transfer it to you." Fang Yuan looked serious, sat on the ground, shook the water off his feet, put on his shoes and socks, and walked over to meet the leading patrolman.
After a few words of negotiation, she signed a document and completed her mission.
Next, it is my task to bring the mutilated corpse back. The process is a bit disgusting and I will not describe it. In line with the principle of respecting the deceased, I try to collect the corpse as completely as possible so that when I return to the funeral parlor, the undertaker can do a better job.
The earth restores the deceased to the form of a "human" and retains the last trace of "human" dignity.
After collecting the body and putting it into a body bag, I drove the Cadillac back to the unit again.
This time, Fangyuan didn't follow.
By the time I returned to the funeral parlor, it was already 1:30 in the morning, and all the colleagues in the mortuary department were off work. I could only store the body in the freezer of the morgue until tomorrow.
As usual, her name should be hung on her toes: Liao Xin.
After leaving the morgue, I was more cautious this time and checked the hearse compartment to see if there were any new lipstick marks - according to my common sense, there shouldn't be any, right? After all, Miss Liao Xin's
Her hands were blown to pieces, why didn't she write?
However, on the inner wall of the carriage, two small red characters appeared again that made my skin crawl: Yin Cheng!
Another place name!
I touched the layer of hair that stood up on my forearm and lit a cigarette shakily. Liao Xin was already dead. It was absolutely impossible to "pretend" to write. Is there really such a thing as "ghost"?
Plant something?
Otherwise? How can I explain that I was the only living person in the hearse on the way back?
I bravely touched it, and no surprise, the writing this time was lipstick again. I collected her body. During the process, I didn't find any lipstick (absolutely not, I identified them piece by piece), but the car compartment
The words inside are actually traces of lipstick. How did the "ghost" write the words in the carriage?
Did this ghost bring his own lipstick?
Wait, lipstick! I suddenly remembered that the Lancôme lipstick belonging to the first victim, Li Xiaotao, was still in my pocket. Could it be...
I quickly took out the lipstick, unscrewed the cap and checked. I remembered clearly that originally there was nearly two centimeters of "red head" inside, but now, there was less than half a centimeter left, indicating that it had been used.
In other words, ghost, I used the lipstick in my pocket to write the words on the inner wall of the carriage...