anime fever

"Is it pretty?" Shiho saw that Ogata was holding a photo left by the deceased and placed on the bedside. ?. .

In the photo, an Asian face with long black hair and a sweet smile.

"It's okay, it should be a youthful and lively age." Ogata put down the photo, looked at Shiho, and said strangely, "You actually care about this?"

"Then what are you looking at?" Zhibao replied coldly.

"The later date, and the strangeness of this photo." Ogata replied.

Zhibao looked at the photo and asked suspiciously, "What's so strange?"

"This photo doesn't seem to be complete, but was deliberately cut out and divided into two parts." Ogata's fingertips lightly touched the side of the photo, and the details were uneven.

"what do you mean?"

"Since the photo was still here after the deceased was murdered, and no one took it away, and the people in the same dormitory did not point out that it was weird that half of the photo was missing when the police made a statement. This means that the photo was originally divided into two copies. , and the deceased hung the half he kept on the head of the bed."

"What does that mean?"

"The date on the photo was last year, and last year was her first semester at Columbia University, which means that the other half of the content, there is a great possibility that it is someone she knew during college." "This It is very likely that he is the boyfriend of the deceased, and he still hasn't broken up." Ogata said with a smile.

Zhibao asked suspiciously, "How do you tell?"

"If we break up, the photos should be torn off, not cut off, let alone left on the bedside. The deceased may still miss the deceased in his heart, but for some reason, only this part of the photo can be hung up. Here, we don’t let others know about their relationship. The other half of the photo, logically speaking, should be in the deceased’s personal wallet, but the evidence that touches the crux of the case should be taken by the police for investigation.”

"But having said so much, what is the result of your deduction?" Zhibao asked directly.

Ogata smiled, his eyes flickering: "If the police collected this half of the photo at the scene of the crime, it means that I was thinking too much. If not... there is an 80.00% possibility that the murderer is the other half of the photo The person photographed. That is, the boyfriend of the deceased."

Shiho couldn't imagine how Ogata was thinking. Such a logical structure could make the investigation team who had been here before the police secretly ashamed.

Ogata squatted down.Check under the bed to see if there is anything you have missed. "Ogata. What did you find?" Seeing some debris picked up by his fingertips, Shiho asked hastily.

Ogata raised his head, looked at her and replied, "It's tobacco...huh?" As he spoke, he suddenly thought of something, and looked at Shiho with some astonishment, this woman who had never directly addressed him.

If I heard correctly just now, Shiho did call him 'Ogata'.It starts when the two of them meet.She always refers to herself as 'you.That...' these ambiguous people called on.

Now hearing her call out his name directly, Ogata felt that the distance between himself and her seemed to shrink a lot.At least they won't feel as blunt and rigid as two irrelevant strangers.

"Tobacco?" Shiho frowned slightly, watching Ogata sniff the residue carefully, she believed that this man's judgment was correct.But Columbia University's dormitory building prohibits students from smoking during school, so it is impossible to find such things here.

Seeing Ogata standing up again, Zhibao asked, "Is it carried by the murderer?"

"No, these tobacco residues seem to have been dropped here for a long time." Ogata replied slowly.His brain quickly started to move, and his eyes moved to the surrounding things: "The deceased should have a history of smoking, so there are slight yellowing marks near her bedside. And among these scattered cosmetics, there are special ones for clearing the throat. Peppermint water seems to be used to cover the bad breath.”…

"So?" Zhibao now needs to listen to Ogata's continuation, because the lines are separated like a mountain. She used to think that biology and forensic science are the critical point of the two academics, as long as they are used properly, they can be switched freely.But now looking at the confident Ogata, she gradually felt that she had underestimated the other party's major. Although biology can be used to make medicines and study some subjects related to physiology, the most direct way to apply it to cases is forensic medicine !

Ogata turned his eyes, pointed at the trace of saliva stained on the bed sheet, and said lightly: "General smokers will always feel that their throats are thirsty and itchy, so most smokers have a habit of sticking More thick phlegm."

"During the incident, the saliva marks left on the bed sheet by the deceased were not stained with ordinary saliva, but were scattered and decomposed unevenly. This shows that the marks left on the bed sheet are relatively viscous. Thick and slightly yellow, it is based on the understanding of the word 'phlegm'. Under the ideology of 'uncontrollable', the deceased's mouth flowed out phlegm that should be subject to 'self-control', not simply saliva!"

Ogata sorted out his thoughts and looked into Shiho's eyes: "Usually spitting is a selective physiological reaction under the control of my thinking consciousness. When people are basically healthy, they unconsciously make a physiological reflex similar to tears. The difference between the two is...the former represents that the deceased maintained a certain consciousness during the process. The latter can only show that the deceased is Sentenced to death in a coma."

"Then you mean that the deceased was conscious when the crime happened?" Zhibao asked hastily.

Ogata shook his head and explained: "There is another possibility. The respiratory tract of the deceased has a disease, and the dirty things accumulated in the throat will come out uncontrollably."

"But I heard that apart from heart disease, the deceased didn't have any respiratory disease similar to what you said." Zhibao said in detail as he recalled something.

"So, the facts need not only to be seen with the eyes, but also to have a real contact with the dead body, so that I can make more detailed and accurate inferences." Ogata said with a faint smile.

Zhibao nodded. She also knew that it would be very difficult for a forensic doctor to analyze the case by comparing the crime scene.

But having said that, seeing with his own eyes that he was able to analyze clearly and logically with only a few things, and completed inferences that were of great help to the development of the case, still shocked her a little.

"Next, what should we do?" Unknowingly, Shiho was asking for Ogata's opinion.

Because of talent, in this world, you can win the respect and admiration of others.

"Hey, it seems necessary to go to the police station." Ogata sighed first, then said relaxedly.

Zhibao looked at him and said in a low voice, "Why are you so hard-working? You should know that the dead person has nothing to do with me, let alone you!"

"Come here, since I know that she was killed, I have to get involved to the end... There is no way, I am a fledgling forensic doctor who needs practice experience!" Ogata smiled slightly, facing the Shiho blinked.

Zhibao was startled, and suddenly said: "You are the first forensic doctor I know, and also the most boring forensic doctor."

"Are you praising me, or hurting me?" Ogata certainly understood the meaning of Shiho's words, but he still couldn't help asking tentatively.

Shiho glanced at Ogata, and said angrily, "It doesn't matter what you think."

Ogata looked at her figure who ignored him and went straight out.

Why did this sentence sound like something else?

Coquettish?

How is it possible, that's Miyano Shiho!

Ogata glanced at the scene of the crime for the last time, his eyes lingered on something for a long time, then he came back to his senses and caught up with Shiho who had walked a long way.

......

"The police station will not allow you to intervene in this case casually and conduct an autopsy casually." Zhibao said to Ogata beside him as he walked on the road.

Hearing this, Ogata replied noncommittally: "So it takes a lot of talking."

"Oh." Zhibao took a look, and slowly remembered that this man seemed to have said that he had dealt with the police many times over the years, and it seemed that he had a way to solve this problem.

As Ogata was walking, he suddenly thought of something.

"You asked me so much just now, there is something that I also want to know very much." Ogata asked.

Zhibao asked back, "What?"

"What's my name in your address book?" Ogata said with a smile.

Hearing this, Zhibao answered him coldly: "Male classmate."

"what?"

Ogata looked at her in astonishment.

Zhibao stopped talking, because there were only six people in her address book, and she hesitated to save Ogata's phone number in the mobile phone during the second week when Ogata insisted on sending text messages every day to harass her, and saved a very recognizable The name "male classmate"!

Walking out of the campus gate, Ogata and Shiho waited for the taxi.

"Ogata." Shiho opened his mouth softly.

Ogata looked at her, in short, he would feel happy when Shiho called his name.

"Where's my name?"

"what?"

"Contacts." Shiho was still indifferent, but he looked at Ogata without any hesitation.

Ogata was startled, and then he came to his senses, slowly took out his mobile phone, found a number, and then showed the brightly lit screen to Shiho.

"Shibao."

"Oh." Her response was flat.

Ogata Shi Shiran took back his mobile phone.

"People who know me never call me Zhibao." She stood silently aside and said calmly.

Ogata asked curiously, "What's your name?"

"Just call me Zhibao, that's fine," she said. )