Touring the Ming Dynasty

Duan Fei was very proud to see that he had calmed down this kid, and immediately asked: "Let me ask you, what maggots or mosquitoes did you find on the corpse today?"

"This... During the autopsy, I only paid attention to whether the corpse was injured or not, but I never paid attention to those bugs..." Yang Sen was dumbfounded, and he said in a daze, "Can we really judge the time of death from those bugs?"

Duan Fei nodded affirmatively and said: "Of course, as long as you know the specific environmental conditions, you can accurately infer from the growth of the insects on the corpse that the deceased died on a certain day. I bought this pig back to verify this. Go, you can check it again." Take a look at the corpse, and record all the maggots, flies and mosquitoes on it. Make a specimen of each species. The more detailed the better, the time for different insects to find the corpse, lay eggs and hatch is inconsistent. As long as two or three kinds of insects are in the The growth state of the corpse can accurately determine the time of death, anyway, there is nothing to do now, so use this to save time."

Yang Senfei also ran into the mortuary, and after a while, the old man yelled: "Stinky boy, what are you doing..."

Yang Sen said loudly: "Brother Yang said don't rush to clean the corpse, I want to catch bugs on the corpse..."

After a while, Lao Yang came out suspiciously, and said to Duan Fei: "Where did you see the method of using flies and maggots to determine the time of death? It sounds reasonable."

Duan Fei said sternly: "Of course it makes sense. I have read a book "Winning Injustice Collection" before, and someone added a lot of notes in detail. The way to determine the time of death by looking at the growth of insects on the corpse is what is recorded in the book. , but I didn't know I was going to be a policeman at the time, so I didn't remember it, but it doesn't matter, just do a little experiment."

"Experiment? Ouk? Brother, what are you talking about?" Yang Sen ran out of the mortuary and asked curiously.

Looking at the eyes full of thirst for knowledge, Duan Fei's heart moved, he looked him up and down, and laughed like a fox: "Yang Sen, do you want to be the most powerful gangster in the world?"

"Of course! Grandpa is the number one writer in the south of the Yangtze River. He said that I can take over his job next year, so you can call me Mr. Yang from now on. I will definitely become the most powerful writer in the world." Jansen proudly Said.

"Children talk nonsense, just laugh at it..." Wu Zuo Lao Yang scolded with a wry smile: "What nonsense are you talking about, shut up!"

Seeing the kid in front of him pretending to be an adult, Duan Fei was a little amused, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the old Wu Zuo with a sad and wry smile on his face, Duan Fei suddenly felt a little sympathetic. It's even worse. They are generally inherited from their fathers, and they are not allowed to change careers for generations, and they are not allowed to participate in the imperial examination. They are worse than prostitutes. In the eyes of ordinary people, being a prostitute is synonymous with monsters!

"Well, the job is a very promising career, work hard, as for the experiment I mentioned... I will come to you again tomorrow, and I will know when the time comes!" Duan Fei patted Jansen on the shoulder, turned around and left .

"Brother, what about these flies, mosquitoes, maggots and eggs?" Jansen asked from behind.

"Record it down. The eggs are packed in paper bags, and the worms are nailed to the wooden boards with thin needles. After air drying, they are sorted into paper bags and numbered for storage. They will be useful in a few days." Duan Fei flew away.

Unable to leave the county government at will, Duan Fei started his scientific experiments in the mortuary. Daming's mind is quite open, especially when they have a wanton emperor, although everyone feels strange, but no one Blame or stop.

Three times a day, he recorded the changes in the dead pig's body. During the rest of the time, Duan Fei took Shi Bin and another young policeman, Guo Wei, to the county prison to play horse tags with Jiang Chang and the four of them. The days were relaxed and happy. .

Duan Fei suspects that Ma Diao is the predecessor of mahjong in the later generations, but Ma Diao is still playing cards, and there are only 4 cards, and the rules are much simpler than mahjong in later generations. Bin and the others were still calling for bets, but Duan Fei beat the other three families into shame and lost their pockets. If you dare not beat me up, you will let me down! "

Although a large part of the reason why Yan Butou did this was driven by profit, Duan Fei still felt very moved. Whoever has no selfish intentions, even Kong Shengren has to run around the world for the sake of fame and fortune. In such a strange world, to be respected Trust and trust are hard to come by, Duan Fei replied sincerely: "Captor Yan, don't worry, I will do my best, and I will never let Mr. Xu take the credit!"

Catcher Yan nodded approvingly, and said, "Okay, that's it, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first!"