Advocate for the deceased

Chapter 383 White spot reappearance (25)

On the way back to the center, Zhou Hai thought a lot.

My father is very busy every day, and it seems that he really didn't care about his specific work content. It was only after his father passed away that he read his work notes and discovered his father's past from the records inside.

However, in those five years of criminal police career, I really didn't write too much. Could it be that my father made mistakes in this case?

Such an undocumented situation was the most disturbing, Zhou Hai shook his head vigorously, the car shook and stopped, and looked out the window.

Under the dim light, you can see a few large red characters in the center, take a deep breath and jump out of the car, the fat man has already gone upstairs with two boxes.

As soon as Zhou Hai entered the hall, he saw the lunatic and Xiao Liang in isolation suits, looking this way from the side of the corridor, seeing Zhou Hai coming in, he hurriedly waved to Zhou Hai.

"Boss, we are all ready to start the autopsy at any time."

He glanced at his watch.

"Let the fat man eat first, let's start!"

The three of them walked towards the No. [-] dissecting room. The fat man who went up the stairs on the second floor and jumped down in two steps heard it clearly, and quickly waved his hands.

"It's okay for me to be fat, and I just ate a Snickers bar."

Zhou Hai glanced at the fat man. He knew that everyone wanted to help him, so it was a little light to say thank you at this time. He reached out to pat the fat man on the shoulder, and the four of them walked towards the No. [-] dissecting room together.

Madman and Xiaoliang were ready, the clothes of the deceased were cut down and placed on the cart next to him, trying to piece together the original appearance, while the fat man kept taking pictures.

On the cart, the inside of the collar of a white shirt had been washed and turned yellow, and now it was stained red with blood, showing a dark purple color, and the front was stained with black grease marks and mud.

It should be considered to be caused by impact, and some traces of paint can be seen on it.

The gray trousers on his lower body were also full of dust and mud, and of course they were also stained red with blood. The madman reached out his hands to take out his pockets and trousers pockets, pulled out the inner lining, and gestured towards Zhou Hai.

"We checked just now, and the deceased didn't have anything on his body except clothes."

Zhou Hai didn't speak, but looked down, and saw the shoes of the deceased. He was wearing a pair of black mille-soled cloth shoes. The workmanship should be hand-sewn. Not many people wear such cloth shoes, especially a disabled right hand. It is hard for people who say it is hard to lift their shoes.

Yang Duxiu chose to wear such a pair of shoes. Is it because he has been standing for too long every day?

Zhou Hai waved his hand towards Xiao Liang, "Do you still have your feet measured for the shoes?"

"I measured it. I have a size 42 foot, and the shoes are size 42 and a half. They should be custom-made by a special person, not the kind you can buy on the market."

The fat man flipped through it, shook his head and said:
"Whatever you want now, you can get it with just a few fingers on the Internet, so don't be too surprised. These shoes look handmade, but they may be mass-produced on a certain treasure."

Speaking of which, he had already taken a photo of the shoes, opened it directly with a certain treasure’s search engine, and searched for more than a hundred pieces of information in a short while, and clicked on the one with the largest sales volume, which was exactly the same as the pair on Yang Duxiu’s feet.

Xiaoliang sighed instantly, and looked at Fatty resentfully.

"Brother Xu is good at hitting people, why don't you make me happy?"

"Don't get excited, it's better to find such a problem early than late. We were almost sent to the sky by a bomb just now!"

Zhou Hai raised his head and gave him a white look.

"Don't be poor, start the autopsy now."

The fat man shrugged his shoulders, and hurriedly walked to the anatomy table with the camera in hand. Looking at the pile on the anatomy table, he suddenly felt gastrointestinal discomfort. The Snickers bar that he had just eaten quickly seemed to be rolling in his stomach.

Turning around abruptly, he took two deep breaths to suppress the nausea.

Zhou Hai over there was not at all attracted by the fat man's movements, and he began to examine Yang Duxiu's body seriously.

The deceased's right arm was completely broken, and the three fingers that were originally skinny were even more mutilated.

Zhou Hai picked up the magnifying glass and observed carefully. There was only a layer of skin left on the finger, and the traces of skin grafting could be seen on the surface. The healing status of the scar was exactly the same as when he first saw it.

The fluke mentality in Zhou Hai's heart was instantly cooled by half.

He had never believed that Yang Duxiu would commit suicide. How could such a calculating person choose to die like this?

It can be seen that the wound on the finger is exactly the same as when I saw Yang Duxiu that time. The wounds burned by sulfuric acid will form different scars and healing patterns depending on the healing of each person, which cannot be imitated.

Zhou Hai suppressed the disappointment in his heart and continued to read.

Looking up at the X-ray film, the skull of both legs and the left and right arms of the deceased were all fractured. There was hardly a single rib that was intact, and ribs could already be seen protruding from the surface of the chest.

It seems that Yang Duxiu didn't hit the ground, but was hit by the small box of goods, and after flying up again, he was pushed against the guardrail by the opposite merchants.

The bones of this person's body are not intact, and the skull is completely deformed. The bilateral temples are completely deformed by the bumper inlays. It can be seen that his head is much longer than before, and the position of the temple has collapsed.

"The lunatic extracts the nails of the dead!"

The lunatic began to extract. The nails on the left hand are relatively short, and a piece of nail was directly removed after separation, so that the sampling was more accurate.

And when he saw the nail on his right hand, the lunatic couldn't stand it any longer. He turned around and calmed down before quickly cutting off a section.

After all, there is nothing else long in the right hand, but long nails on the dry fingers, like chicken feet.

Combined with those uneven scars, this visual impact is really unbearable, as if scratching glass, the hairs all over the body stand on end.

After collecting two nail samples, the lunatic's back was already wet. Seeing that Zhou Hai was still busy trying to get his inner blood, he was really successful after two piercings. Hurry up and hand these over to Xiao Liang. Holding it up, he ran outside.

At this time, Zhou Hai had checked the X-rays and checked the fracture marks of the deceased. All the fractures were obviously caused by this car accident, and there were no old injuries or secondary injuries.

Without pausing, Zhou Hai stretched out his hand towards the lunatic, handed a scalpel into his hand, and started the further autopsy with word-by-word dissection.

The thoracic and abdominal cavities were seriously injured due to the crushing of internal organs due to a car accident, and there were also open injuries. The ribs had pierced the lungs, so there were many blood clots remaining in the chest and abdomen.

Cleaning them up, Zhou Hai cleaned and separated the digestive tract and internal organs one by one starting from the esophagus, and of course the part of the intestinal tract that hit and left the body, and put them in different trays.

It was only then that he began to examine Zhou Hai carefully. The more he looked at Zhou Hai, the more he frowned. When Dong Bin was dissected, he felt that the man was sick all over, and this Yang Duxiu was even worse.

From the stomach and intestines to the liver, gallbladder, lungs and heart, Zhou Hai took a look at the lunatic.

"For the record, the deceased had a lump in his lung with a smooth border, uneven density and visible calcification. This is a tuberculoma. A doctor had this tuberculoma. It seems that he was not in good health when he was young.

Severe cirrhosis with ill-defined tumors, splenomegaly, duodenal polyps, ulcers, extensive enlargement of thoracic and abdominal lymph nodes, and intestinal vegetations.

This shows that he is receiving treatment, or self-medication to control the development of the tumor.

It seems that he knows his time is numbered. "

Speaking of this, Zhou Hai snapped his fingers, where is Yang Duxiu's gallbladder?

There was no trace of a large incision on the chest and abdomen just now, so he hurriedly restored the skin on the chest and abdomen of the deceased, and sure enough, he found two crescent-shaped light-colored scars on the right abdomen, and the other was blocked by the stabbed rib.

Zhou Hai fell into deep thought for a moment. He vaguely remembered that they brought back the case of the deceased, and raised his eyes to look at the lunatic and fat man beside him through the gap in the goggles.

"Crazy, where's Yang Duxiu's medical records?

show me. "

(End of this chapter)