Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

Su Zhixiao went back to the bureau to do an autopsy on the victim in the afternoon. Right now, he is in the autopsy room and his phone is charging in the office outside.

So, never know that someone just called themselves.

This autopsy did indeed reveal something.

Some things were extracted from the gastrointestinal solution, and they were sent out in time for trace inspection.

Others are fine.

Conforms to the characteristics of death by electrocution.

Bai Yu sent back the extract:

Sister Su, can you sew up?

Yes, you can sew.

Yeah.

Su Zhixiao stood aside, watching Bai Yu's stitches.

The speed is a bit slow, but that's okay, it will naturally become faster with more experience.

The stitching method is still quite stable, and it does not sew into a caterpillar.

Although the person is dead, but if you can do your best, of course try your best to do everything well.

Another forty minutes passed before the two came out of the dissection room.

After Su Zhixiao returned to the office, he was busy writing the report and didn't even look at his phone.

By the time the report was finished, it was dark outside.

The printer was printing, dripping, dripping, and then stood up, took half a glass of water and drank it.

Picking up the mobile phone next to him, it was already fully charged.

When he saw the missed call from two hours ago, he raised his eyebrows slightly and dialed back.

It didn't take long, and when the second beep sounded, the other side answered:

Wife?

You called me before?

Um.

Is there something wrong?

No, just ask if you are off work.

Obviously, no one answered the phone, so he must not be off work.

Su Zhixiao pursed the corner of her lower lip:

I just finished the autopsy, and I may have to work late tonight.

Have you got a meal yet?

Nope.

It was almost eight o'clock.

The cafeteria closed early.

Wait, I'll send someone to deliver it to you.

Are you in the family building?

if not?

It's rare to have time to make a phone call. Of course, it's impossible to chat with someone all the time:

What are you doing son? asked.

The corner of someone's mouth twitched:

Sleeping.

So early?

Well, I was vaccinated in the afternoon and said it was a normal reaction.

Indeed, after vaccination, there are various reactions, and of course Su Zhixiao knows about these.

Hang up, I'm still busy.

Officer Su, don't you miss your man?

After asking your son, hang up if you say hang up?

Su Zhixiao coughed:

I don't want to, hang up.

Now, it's really dead.

I poured another half a glass of water.

Bai Yu came in, also holding a cup to catch water, just about to drink, when sharp-eyed saw something:

Sister Su, why is there a red spot on your neck? Did you get bitten by a bug? asked.

Only a little red mark was exposed, and it was really impossible to see what caused it at a glance.

However, the person concerned is clear in his heart!

Hastily reached out and pulled the collar of the clothes, and buttoned the buttons again:

Accidentally scratched.

No wonder!

Although Bai Yu didn't see what it was before, how could he not be clear after seeing Su Zhixiao's reaction?

Suddenly, he laughed:

Sister Su, are you sure it was scratched? She joked.

Cough cough cough.

It was scratched!

Really, open your eyes and talk nonsense!

Su Zhixiao himself felt the heat on his face:

I'll send the report over.

He left the medical examiner's office in no time.

In the corridor, he patted his face even more vigorously, and kept hinting to himself in his heart: calm down, calm down, calm down.

The psychological suggestion was still effective. He stood at the door of the criminal police office and knocked on the door.