Rebirth of the open female forensic doctor

Chapter 838

Team Chang made a sign first, realizing the conversation between the two of them just now, and realizing it later, Ye Fan suspected that the paparazzi squatting outside had photographed it, or saw something?

He gestured to Gu Yuan, took her mobile phone, looked at the photo carefully, zoomed in, and after a while finally realized that the photo was not taken from the front of the Shenghao gate, but from the side, from the photo At this angle, half of the side balcony can be seen, and the five floors can be seen clearly. Even the golden light emanating from the wall seems to be much weaker at this angle.

Team Chang's eyes also shone brightly, and he handed the phone to Gu Yuan and said, "Go and contact this media immediately, get the photos taken by the paparazzi last night, and record a statement for them."

"Yes." Gu Yuan got up, took the phone and saluted excitedly, then turned and ran out of the meeting room.

Ye Fan continued to talk about Hong Yi's autopsy, and was about to say that something was found in his throat when the door of the conference room that had just been closed was knocked.

"Come in."

The door of the meeting room was opened, and a police officer stood at the door and saluted, "Chang Dui, the Hong family is here."

Team Chang paused for a moment before saying, "Okay, you take them to the forensic team to identify the corpse first, and we'll be there later."

"Yes." The policeman saluted and closed the door of the conference room.

Ye Fan swallowed what he wanted to say before, and said instead: "Chang Dui, I want to see the Hong family first."

Team Chang pondered for a moment, then nodded: "The meeting is similar, so let's adjourn the meeting first. Ping Fei, Han Han, you go ahead as you said just now. Qian Qian, your technical team is also stepping up to examine the physical evidence."

After finishing speaking, Team Chang announced the end of the meeting, and followed Ye Fan and Xia Dong to the forensic team.

The people from the Hong family are Hong Wuxing, Hong Wukun, and Hong Yi's half-brother, Hong Ying.

Compared with the hysteria last night, Hong Wukun's face is calm now, and there is no sadness on his face, his back is straight, but the gray hair and dull eyes make people feel more sad.

"Three, please come in with me." Hua Ming opened the door of the morgue and led them in.

The temperature in the morgue was very low, and there was a faint white mist. As soon as they stepped in, they who had practiced inner strength all shivered. The chill went all the way to their hearts, causing their hearts to convulse.

In the empty morgue, there was an iron bed in the middle, covered with a white cloth.

Hong Wukun's footsteps stopped, and Hong Wuxing and Hong Ying who were following him also stopped.

Hong Ying's face was haggard, his eyes were red, and his eyes were fixed on the white cloth on the iron bed. The tears in the corners of his eyes could not help seeping out. He raised his head and reached out to support Hong Wukun's arm.

"I'm fine." Hong Wukun waved his hand and walked over step by step.

Hua Ming glanced at them, then lifted the white cloth, a terrifying pale face with eyes gouged out and knife marks all over his face came into their eyes.

Although they had been prepared in their hearts, the three of them were still deeply stimulated when they saw the face. They never thought that he would die so badly.

"Ayi." Hong Wuxing stepped up in two steps, supported the iron bed with one hand, and stretched out his trembling hand towards Hong Yi's face with the other, stopping on his empty eye sockets, but he couldn't caress him no matter what. The hand holding the iron bed softened, and his loose back collapsed.

"Big Brother, Big Brother." Hong Ying couldn't bear it any longer, she rushed over and knelt down beside the bed, tears pouring down like rain, "Big Brother, who killed you? Why are you so ruthless?"

When he knew that his elder brother was dead, he couldn't believe it. It was hard for him to accept it, but he didn't expect that he was not only killed, but also died so miserably. The murderer was simply too cruel.

The one who seemed the calmest was Hong Wukun. He stood there without moving for a while, but stared deeply at Hong Yi with lowered eyes. For many years, since he grew up, he never looked at him like this again. son.

Suddenly, Hong Wukun stepped forward in two steps, and without warning, he reached out and lifted the white cloth covering, and Hong Yi's shocking incisions were displayed in front of their eyes, especially in a certain part of the lower part.

The white cloth slowly slipped from his hands and fell to the ground, a howl of grief and indignation echoed in the morgue: "Ah..."

Hong Ying clenched her hands into fists, her canthus cracked, and she raised her head and screamed.

Hong Wuxing swayed, his eyes fixed on Hong Yi's body, he slid down slowly, half kneeling on the ground.

Hong Wukun's pupils constricted only at the moment when he lifted the white cloth, and his eyes were filled with extremely strong emotions, and he quickly returned to calm. He slowly squatted down, reaching out to pick up the white cloth that fell on the ground, so light A piece of white cloth seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and I couldn't lift it several times.

The first time Hua Ming saw the scene where the family members recognized the corpse, he couldn't bear to leave the beginning. He didn't pay attention for a while and asked the family members of the deceased to lift the white cloth. He was both remorseful and sad, and couldn't help but shed tears.

The real pain to the extreme is that there are no tears, because it all flows in the heart, the pain is in the heart.

Hong Yi's death condition was really horrific. In order to prevent his family members from seeing all his death conditions, Physician Xia Fa instructed him to only let them see his face when he brought his family members to identify the body. under this error.

"Pfft..." There was a sound of blood spurting in everyone's ears, and Hong Wukun was holding a white cloth in his hand, which was dotted with blood, and blood gushed from the corner of his mouth.

"Akun."

"dad."

Hong Wuxing and Hong Ying supported the man, with worried expressions on their tears.

"I'm fine." Hong Wukun waved his hands, his voice was so hoarse that he could barely hear what he was saying. He was holding the white cloth tightly in his hand, struggling to stand up, and finally stood up with the support of the two stand up.

He supported the iron mortuary bed with his hands, and covered Hong Yi's body with a white cloth stained with his blood little by little, from feet to head, and finally when he was covering his face, he paused, deeply Staring deeply, opening his mouth, he said in a low voice and calmly, "Ayi, sleep well, Dad is gone."

Hong Wuxing, Hong Ying and Hua Ming couldn't hold back their tears.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

Coming out of the morgue, there were three people waiting outside the door.

"Team Chang, Forensic Doctor Xia, Consultant Ye." Hua Ming walked over and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, they saw the knife wound on Hong Yi's body."

Xia Dong glanced at him and said nothing.

Ye Fan stepped forward and opened his mouth first: "Uncle Hong, Second Uncle Hong, Cousin Ying, please express my condolences."

"Ye..." Hong Wuxing nodded, wiped away the tears on his face, looked at Hong Wukun who seemed to have lost his soul, and said in a hoarse voice: "Please be sure to find the murderer to sacrifice to Ayi's spirit in heaven."

　Three more~~~

　　

　

(End of this chapter)