Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 57
"If it was self-harm, why did she really stab herself to death?" Ethan couldn't figure it out.

"The thigh is generally considered to be a non-fatal position, but the knife in Yin Ni's thigh injured an artery and caused massive hemorrhage, resulting in brain death." Jiang Yimian showed him the photos she took before, especially the wall that Dr. Colby asked her to take. The key point stained with blood was placed in front of him.

"The splattered blood on the wall and the pool of blood on the ground are the blood that flowed down in a static state when the knife was stabbed in. It reproduces the movement of the knife at that time. That is the direction of blood that only occurs when self-harm."

"But……"

"There were three self-cut wounds on the abdomen of the deceased, and the wounds were formed in parallel. Parallel wounds are a characteristic of self-mutilation, because it is impossible for a person to form parallel wounds when moving, especially when resisting."

"But it's a full six knives!"

"The number of times is not important, the position is the most important. If you harm yourself, wounds will be formed within the radius of movement of your hands." While speaking, Jiang Yimian held a water-based pen and gestured towards himself, "Moreover, deadly and sensitive Some people will instinctively avoid it."

After a moment of silence, Ethan's hand holding the photo tightened slightly.

He seemed to have discovered something suddenly, and asked unwillingly, "For girls your age, isn't the face considered a sensitive part?"

He picked out a photo from the desktop, which showed the scar on Yin Ni's forehead.

Jiang Yimian glanced twice, and sighed softly, "First of all, she avoided the parts that could affect the first impression, such as lips, eyes, and nose, and secondly, she formed the hairline on the parts that can be covered by the hairline. The wound indicates that the location has been selected. If he kills, the protruding parts like the nose will be the main injures."

Now, Ethan was completely silent.

Jiang Yimian saw incredible in his eyes.

Well, this matter is indeed a bit unbelievable. After all, under normal circumstances, a girl should not harm herself so much in order to frame others because of a relationship.

At least she won't.

She would choose suicide over self-mutilation.

"Ah..." Ethan sighed, feeling very sorry for Yin Ni's death, "It seems that Mr. Feng will thank you very much this time."

Jiang Yimian narrowed her eyes, and suddenly smiled evilly, "I'm helping you guys, what does it have to do with him!"

"……Yes."

But what Miss Jiang thought was that she would be very happy to prove Feng Beiting's innocence.

Before leaving the hospital, Dr. Colby stopped her suddenly.

"Is something wrong?" Jiang Yimian raised her eyebrows.

Dr. Colby took the set of scalpels she was jealous of just now and handed it to her.

Jiang Yimian took it hesitantly, "This...what does it mean..."

"For you." He said without any emotion.

"Send it to me?!" Has she stepped on shit recently? Why is she so lucky, everyone wants to give her expensive gifts.

Dr. Colby nodded, sat back behind his desk and looked at the case, with a rushing attitude.

Jiang Yimian couldn't figure out what she wanted to do.

He gave her a set of exorbitantly expensive scalpels for no reason, but then drove her away in a disguised form.

Very well, this man has managed to get her attention.

"Thank you very much." She said polite words, but her actions were not polite at all, and she stuffed it into the backpack happily, lest Dr. Colby would regret it in a second and go back.

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After leaving the hospital, Jiang Yimian didn't go home directly, but went to the police station instead.

She wanted to take over Feng Beiting.

As soon as the car stopped at the gate of the police station, she saw him walking out of the police station building, still wearing the blood-stained shirt.

Even though the car window was not lowered, and there was a distance, she still seemed to smell a faint smell of blood.

Feng Beiting suddenly turned his head and looked towards Jiang Yimian as if aware of it.

In the next second, those amber eyes shone brightly, radiant and beautiful.

He turned around and walked towards her.

Jiang Yimian lowered the car window, "Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations to Mr. Feng for clearing up his grievances."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you forensic doctor Jiang for upholding justice." He also joked with her, clearly describing him as a bit embarrassed, but not sloppy, but with a depraved aesthetic, and it can be said that his temperament is well-managed.

Feng Beiting pointed to her vacant co-pilot and asked, "Is it convenient for Fang to give me a ride?"

"Hey, the fare is not cheap."

"How about lending you my hand to see it for free?" He said, raising his slender and white hand and shaking it, Jiang Yimian's eyeballs followed suit.

She held it with a "snap" and was resolutely seduced, "Deal!"

Hearing this, the smile on Feng Beiting's face became even brighter.

After getting in the car, he said, "If you're not in a hurry, can you take me to the mall to buy some clothes first?"

"of course can."

"Choose one for me." Feng Beiting pointed to the blood stains on his shirt with a troubled expression on his face, "If I go to a crowded place like this, it may cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

"No problem!" Jiang Yimian readily agreed.

"My size is..."

"No, no, I know."

"you know?!"

After realizing that her words were a bit ambiguous, Jiang Yimian explained with a smile, "I bought clothes for you before, you forgot, and I gave you a pair of clothes..."

Realizing that the topic was getting awkward, she coughed dryly, pretending to check the road conditions and did not continue talking.

Rather—

Some people had to poke at her lung tube without winking, "I remember, I promised you that I will wear it."

Jiang Yimian: "..."

There is no need to take this weird promise down so seriously.

"By the way, last time I wanted to ask you, how do you know my size?" After a pause, Feng Beiting added with a smile, "I'm talking about the size of that dress."

"..."

Originally, he didn't say that and she didn't think much about it.

Steadily parked the car in front of the shopping mall, Jiang Yimian frowned at him proudly, the dimples on her cheeks were deep enough to support two small goldfish, "I'll circle them out."

"Ok?"

"Didn't we ride a motorcycle together last time? I hugged your waist back then, so I circled it." She said as she circled her arms again, forming a full circle, "It's like this. "

Feng Beiting watched, resisting the desire to get in.

He scratched the palm of his hand fiercely, but his face still pretended to be calm, "It's really smart."

Smart enough that he wanted to kiss her as a reward.

"Wait for me, I'll be right back." After speaking, Jiang Yimian got out of the car with her backpack and ran into the shopping mall, her round ball head trembling, dancing with her brisk steps.

Feng Beiting smiled and lowered his eyes, his fine eyelashes cast a light shadow on his eyes.

There were a few paper roses stuck on the armrest box, he randomly picked up one to play with, guessing that it should have been stacked by Jiang Yimian during the traffic jam.

One, two, three...

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of something that fell out of Jiang Yimian's bag, and Feng Beiting gave Rose's hand a pause.

It was the set of scalpels that Dr. Colby had given her.

He looked at it with an intriguing expression.

"I'm back." The car door was opened by Jiang Yimian from the outside, and a gust of hot air floated into the car along with the faint fragrance of her body.

"Hard."

Feng Beiting returned to his senses with a natural smile.

"Try it." She handed him the bag with a familiar evil smile.

He smelled a hint of conspiracy.

Under Jiang Yimian's bright eyes, Feng Beiting took the bag and reached for the clothes inside. Before he could take out his hand, his expression froze slightly.

This slippery feel...

Not right.

Jiang Yimian tried her best to suppress her smile, pretending not to know, "What's wrong?"

"...Nothing." He shook his head.

Resigned to his fate, he took out the clothes, and without any surprise, Feng Beiting saw an embroidered shirt with eye-catching colors and "tacky" fabric.

It was a dark purple silk shirt with red flowers embroidered on the left side.

This is the first time Feng Beiting has seen such flamboyant and rustic clothes in real life. In the past, he had only seen them on TV, and he didn't even know where his Mianmian got them.

For a moment, he even felt that he was holding Pinru's clothes.

He was so afraid that Mianmian would give him a fancy wardrobe again...

Looking at him with a snickering smile, Jiang Yimian asked knowingly, "What's wrong? You don't like it?"

He tried to smile, "What a unique taste."

"Then try it on quickly."

"……it is good."

If the wife asks for something, the husband will respond to everything.

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