Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

As for women, no matter how old they are, their nature is to love beauty, isn't it?

Bai Yu nodded.

pliers.

Oh, here, Miss Su.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the door of the forensic anatomy room opened after a full four hours.

Outside, Luo Yifan had been waiting for a long time, and when the door opened, he hurried forward:

How's the anatomy going? After four hours of uninterrupted concentration, Su Zhixiao's face was obviously a bit tired at the moment. Fortunately, he had already gotten used to this high-intensity working state, so he took off the mask:

Captain Luo, as for blocking the door every time?

Really.

Luo Yifan shrugged helplessly:

I can't help it. The case happened in the film and television city, paparazzi reporters are everywhere, and now the whole network knows about it. Our city bureau is being roasted on the fire.

A notice has been issued above, and the case must be solved within a week!

It seems that the leaders are also being pushed into a hurry.

Su Zhixiao nodded:

Okay, I'll talk to Team Luo about the situation first, the report is still being printed.

become.

After an autopsy, it was found that the person died around eleven o'clock last night. The volume and weight of both lungs increased significantly, the spleen shrank, and the capsule shrank, showing a high degree of anemia. The liver was obviously congested, and other organs also appeared. Obvious congestion, submucosal spotting can be seen.

There are a lot of white foam in the respiratory tract, and mushroom-like white foam is also formed around the mouth and nostrils. These are enough to show that the person involved was still breathing spontaneously when he fell into the water, and he was indeed drowned before his death.

As for the scars on the body, there were also life reactions, and none of them lasted more than eight hours.

Most importantly, I found a piece of human dander the size of a needlepoint on a wound on the client's face, and Bai Yu was already undergoing a DNA test.

By the way, have you confirmed the identity information of the person involved?

Confirmed, Wu Honglian, twenty-eight years old, unmarried, lives in the Jiangling Peninsula community near the film and television city, a clerk in a milk tea shop.

She was supposed to get off work at ten o'clock every night, but her family waited until twelve o'clock in the morning and did not see her daughter back. They went to the local police station to report her missing early this morning.

Just as he was talking, he heard a woman crying from the front:

The family members are here, I'll go and have a look.

Su Zhixiao licked his thirsty lips:

Okay, I have to go to Officer Cui.

In the trace inspection office, Cui Xingran really collapsed.

When Su Zhixiao came in, he saw this situation:

What's wrong? asked.

Cui Xingran's eyes were already bloodshot, full of red bloodshot eyes, it looked quite sympathetic:

Sister Su, compare the fingerprints and footprints of hundreds of people, and they haven't finished collecting them yet!

During this week, I can not eat, drink or sleep.

Then you can't become a fairy?

No way.

Okay, okay, help me look at this. During the autopsy just now, I found a mark similar to an indentation on the patient's lungs. The shape is a bit strange.

Cui Xingran took the printed picture and looked at it carefully:

It looks like an indentation, and it seems to have hit some hard object. I will upload my private gallery.

Private gallery?

Hey, when I was in the police academy, I made gadgets with my friends. If I didn't have this private gallery, I might have died suddenly, based on the fact that our city bureau has a small case in three days and a big case in five days.

Cui Xingran's private gallery is comparable to the gallery of the public security system, and there are even a lot of private goods that are not common in the public security system.

After the pictures were uploaded, the system automatically began to filter them. After a while, it really found something that was quite similar to the shape of the indentation on the patient's lungs.