Enchanter

No.80 Chapter [-] The Missing Heart (Repair)

The dissecting room was dim and dim, only the shadowless lamp composed of six sets of bulbs on the dissecting table illuminated the dissecting table and a small area around it.Zhao Deshui's body was lying quietly on the dissecting table, and the white light shone on his body, which was very strange.

Song Dian and two assistants are making preparations for the autopsy in an orderly manner.Scalpels, scissors, tweezers, and forceps are all arranged in the stainless steel tool basin next to the dissecting table, and there is also a disinfection basin for internal organs next to it. An assistant stands beside the basin, ready to take the bloody internal organs and put them into the basin at any time inside.

Song Dian has been working in the incredible group for five years, and has accumulated rich experience in anatomy. In his eyes, corpses have become the most common things. He is familiar with the various structures of the human body. Can perform an excellent dissection on a corpse.Just like a ox, the corpse is no longer a whole in his eyes, but pieces of independent muscles and bones, every tendon and every joint are deeply imprinted in his memory Here, no matter what kind of dissection is being done, the scalpel can move freely between the flesh and bones.So much so that Song Dian's code name in the group is called 'Scalpel'.

But when facing the body in front of him today, Song Dian felt inexplicably flustered.It seemed that what was lying in front of him was not a lifeless cold corpse, but a demon controlled by evil forces. As long as the scalpel cut his skin lightly, he would wake up from the dissecting table screaming. come over.

A fine layer of sweat gradually oozed from Song Dian's forehead, and his right hand holding the scalpel trembled slightly.The assistants next to him had never seen such a situation with the boss, they looked at Song Dian quietly, with doubts and tension in their eyes.

Song Dian closed his eyes, collected himself, and then picked up the scalpel and skillfully cut the knife from the neck of the corpse.The sharp scalpel slashed unobstructed from the neck to the lower abdomen, opening a long wound on the entire chest and abdomen of the corpse. A few drops of bright red blood dripped from the wound, like overflowing Tears slowly flowed onto the dissecting table, leaving a few dark red blood lines on Zhao Deshui's skin.

Due to the pulling force of the muscles, the wound automatically opened slightly to the side. Looking at the situation in front of him, Song Dian felt dizzy with bags under his eyes and almost fell to the ground. At the same time, the two assistants also opened their eyes in horror. The three of them were like three bodies. Like a stone sculpture, it stood there motionless.

The blond Conan Doyle was wearing a slender British shirt, and was anxiously waiting for the autopsy results outside the forensic examination room. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, and Zhao Deshui's autopsy report hadn't come out yet, she felt a little anxious and couldn't stop He paced back and forth in the room.This is the habit that Conan Doyle was influenced by those leaders after he came to China. When thinking about problems or in a bad mood, Conan Doyle likes to walk back and forth like this to relieve boredom and anxiety in his heart.

Zhao Deshui's body was secretly stolen by her dispatched forensic team on the second day after the burial without telling Yin Hui.After all, this is Beijing, and the vicious case of the funeral parlor has had a considerable impact so far. As the leader of the 'Unbelievable Group', she must take out all the files and give an explanation to the above.The autopsy is a necessary link in this process.

Fortunately, the staff handled the aftermath well. As long as the cemetery is not dug up, no one knows that Zhao Deshui's burial place is just an empty coffin.She knew Yin Hui's temper very well. This is a man who looks unrestrained on the outside, but on the inside he takes into account the classical Chinese man's "wisdom, propriety, sincerity, righteousness and trustworthiness".For the present plan, the only way is to end it quickly and let the old gentleman rest in peace.

It was completely dark, and there was no news from the forensic inspection room. Conan Doyle couldn't wait any longer, stood up and said to the people beside him: "Yellow Crane Tower, let me rush them, so I have been waiting, I don’t know when I will wait.”

Yellow Crane Tower is a thin old man in his fifties, his eyes are quite similar to Zhao Deshui, but his pupils are a little sharper and more fierce than his.Yellow Crane Tower is the vice-captain of the Incredibles Group. He was born in Old An, and he is thoughtful and impeccable.Whenever he thinks about a problem, he smokes. Of course, he only smokes the Yellow Crane Tower.

"Don't go!" Yellow Crane Tower stopped Conan Doyle, "Autopsy is a very heavy and meticulous work, don't bother them. Scalpel is the most talented anatomy expert, I believe in his ability, he will be able to touch If there are any clues, all we have to do now is to wait here quietly."

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to go out and buy some lunch boxes?" Xiaoqing, the archivist who was following Conan Doyle, made a suggestion. Do what you can still do.

Yellow Crane Tower waved his hand: "Don't be so troublesome, there are instant noodles in the drawer in the middle of the desk, you can make a bag each."

Xiaoqing opened the drawer, and there were indeed several barrels of instant noodles inside, which must have been specially prepared by Yellow Crane Tower for staying up late.

Xiaoqing took two bags out and asked Yellow Crane Tower: "Deputy team, don't you want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry, you can eat." Yellow Crane Tower shook his head.

Xiaoqing took a pot of hot water and soaked two buckets of instant noodles.After a while, the office was filled with the smell of instant noodles. Xiaoqing brought a bucket of instant noodles to Conan Doyle, and Conan Doyle took two bites of the instant noodles when the phone on the desk rang suddenly.

She subconsciously picked up the phone, and after a while, a low voice of a scalpel came from inside: "Is it the team leader? The autopsy results have come out, come here..."

"Well, okay!" Conan Doyle nodded and put down the microphone: "The autopsy results came out, and the scalpel told us to go to the forensic room."

"Hehe, it's finally out, let's go over quickly." Yellow Crane Tower stopped the boring movements of tapping on the table.

Everyone came to the forensic examination room, only the scalpel was left in the forensic examination room at the moment, and the scalpel slumped on the chair with a pale face as if he had suffered a serious illness.

Seeing his appearance, Yellow Crane Tower frowned: "What caused his death?"

The scalpel cheered up, sat up straight from the chair, glanced at Conan Doyle and the others, but did not answer the question from the Yellow Crane Tower.Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, looking at the scalpel strangely, wondering what he meant by that, could it be that he didn't know them, or was it something else?

After a while, the scalpel withdrew its gaze from Conan Doyle and the others, and slowly said: "The cause of death of the deceased is very simple. He died because his heart was taken out."

Although the tone of the scalpel is very gentle, the content of this sentence is like a violent bomb, which shocked Conan Doyle and the others. They did not expect the autopsy results to be like this. After a while , Conan Doyle woke up from the surprise.She asked in disbelief, "Is it true that the deceased's heart was taken out?"

Conan Doyle felt that what the scalpel said seemed like a fantasy.

The scalpel nodded: "I can't believe that such a thing will happen, but this is a real fact, so I have to believe my eyes, the heart in the chest of the deceased is indeed missing."

Yellow Crane Tower touched the cigarette box involuntarily, but suddenly realized that smoking is not allowed here, so he could only withdraw his hand resentfully: "But he didn't have any wounds on his body, how could his heart be taken away?"

The scalpel laughed dumbly: "I don't feel sorry for this either. I have been a forensic doctor for so many years and have dissected hundreds of various specimens, but I have never encountered anything like today."

Conan Doyle thought for a while and said, "Can we go to the autopsy room to see the corpse?" The scalpel said something too bizarre and terrifying, and she wanted to see the real situation of the corpse with her own eyes.

"I know you won't believe me. The corpse is in the dissection room. Come with me!" After speaking, the scalpel stood up from the chair and led Conan Doyle and the others to the dissection room.

Walking into the aisle, Conan Doyle smelled a strong smell of corpses. Over the years, the crime trend in the surrounding cities has increased year by year.Many unnamed corpses that were found to have special problems had no family members to claim them, so they had to be temporarily stored here.Although Shangfeng specially purchased a batch of advanced refrigeration mortuaries for this purpose, the corpses stored for many years began to rot slowly, and the stench from the rotting corpses was sucked by the exhaust fans on the wall. After coming out, it diffused around the entire dissecting room, like a long-lasting fog that surrounded the dissecting room, so people from other departments rarely came here except our own people.

At this time, the dissecting room was pitch black, and the two stoppers just now had already returned home from get off work. The scalpel opened the door of the dissecting room and turned on the huge shadowless lamp on the dissecting table.Zhao Deshui's corpse was still on the dissecting table quietly in the same posture as before, and the wound on his body was wider than before, like a huge mouth slightly opened, which seemed to be able to swallow everything in the room .

"I know you will come to see the body, so we haven't put the body into the freezer yet, and everything is still as it was when the autopsy was started."

Conan Doyle came to the dissecting table, and the light of the shadowless lamp shone into Zhao Deshui's body through the open wound on his chest.She opened her eyes wide, and she couldn't believe the facts in front of her no matter what, Zhao Deshui's chest was indeed empty, and a heart was missing.

At this time, the scalpel took out a plastic box from the cabinet next to it. There were some bloody fragments in the box, and some fragments were still connected with traces of dark red muscle.The debris gave off a disgusting stench, and Conan Doyle and Yellow Crane Tower looked at each other, and couldn't help frowning.He glanced at Xiaoqing next to him again, his face was pale, and he pressed his hands gently on his abdomen, obviously unable to stand the bloody scene in the dissection room.

Of course, Conan Doyle didn't tell Xiaoqing to go out to avoid him, because she knew that this was a test he had to go through. If he couldn't bear the corpse, no matter how smart he was, he couldn't become a qualified national security officer.Yellow Crane Tower also gave Xiao Qing a sympathetic look, these things were indeed too cruel for her.But he couldn't help her, everything had to be adapted by herself.

Conan Doyle's attention returned to these fragments, and she asked the scalpel, "What are these fragments?"

The scalpel said: "These are fragments of heart delivery tubes left in the chest cavity," and he carefully picked up a fragment with tweezers.The shard was about the size of a fingernail, like a piece of bruised rubber.

"Judging from the wounds of the fragments, the heart should have been torn apart alive, and the force was so violent that the tendons connected to the heart in the chest wall were also torn off."

Conan Doyle felt a blank in his brain, Zhao Deshui's body didn't have any wounds, but his heart was missing, who was the murderer, why did he kill this old man in such a cruel way, and how did the murderer do it up to this point?

After about a quarter of an hour, she really couldn't understand the secret, so she took out a professional criminal investigation camera to take pictures of the situation on the dissection table, and then said seriously to the scalpel: "Song Dian, after we find out about this Before the matter, I hope you will inform those two assistants, and this matter should not be spread."

"This is the rule, I know, you don't have to worry."

Conan Doyle nodded: "Okay, this matter has already involved supernatural power. The bird and the nun are still working out of town. I think I can only ask that little guy to help." Thinking of the man's naive appearance, she She couldn't help laughing out loud, the corners of her mouth curled up, perfectly setting off the beauty of her Western aristocratic bloodlines, the bystanders couldn't help but be dazed.