Erosion of bones and pets, forensic mad concubine

Chapter 1578 You can do it, you come!
Chapter 1579 You can do it, you come!
The assistant of the criminal department was a plain-looking middle-aged man. He squatted in front of the corpse, pointed to the red handprint on the chest of the deceased, and said convincingly: "Internal damage is also called internal injury. Qi, blood, viscera, and meridian injuries caused by beatings, beatings, etc. Meng Qi's body contains a large number of injuries. , the edge of the wound has turned black and blue, which shows that when Meng Qi died, his heart and lungs were already in a state of serious internal damage. Funeral. At the same time, Meng Qi's hands and feet were slightly dislocated, and the wound on his back was fine and messy. These are indeed as the onlookers said. Before Meng Qi died, he was indeed beaten and bumped a lot..."

Wu Zuo spoke clearly, Du Minying lifted his chin slightly, stared at the sharp-talking little boy with cold eyes, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What else do you have to say?"

The little boy frowned and looked at him: "Open your chest."

Du Minying squinted his eyes.

"Isn't his heart broken?" The little boy turned his eyes to look at the slanderous person: "You can see that his heart is broken without opening his chest. Can you see things from a distance?"

The professional ability of Wu Zuo was questioned, and he was a little unhappy: "Child, you accidentally injured someone to death, and there are all witnesses and material evidence, so what else can you argue?"

The little boy sneered, and retorted: "The presiding judge has not sentenced me yet, so you decide that I am guilty? It is sophistry to conclude that my request for physical evidence is sophistry? Then what is the point of this trial? Just take a confession and force me to commit crimes." It's not like I haven't seen it before, if it's a bet or a beating, it's a trick."

"Bang!" Du Shilang's gavel sounded again, interrupting the plausible words of the eloquent child.

The little boy did indeed shut up, but after two breaths of silence, he continued, "I don't accept the chest opening."

Du Shilang's forehead twitched, and he coldly glanced at the assistant at the side, and ordered: "Open."

Yang Shangshu, who was at the bottom, coughed, and said at the right time: "If you want to open the body, it's better to go to the back hall..."

"Open it in person, go to the back hall, who knows if there is a secret operation." The little boy ruthlessly blocked the second-rank official, without raising his head.

Yang Shangshu was really in a dilemma, there were quite a few people present, would it be a bit of a shock to cut up a dead man in front of so many people?
Du Minying didn't seem to see Yang Shangshu winking at him, turned his body slightly, and repeated to the man: "Open."

Wu Zuo was also full of anger, he raised his hand and asked the guard to bring a small knife, untied the corpse's clothes, and was about to stab it in the chest.

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, the little boy stopped him again: "Wait a minute."

"So what?" Wuzuo glared at him impatiently.

The little boy frowned and said, "Your gesture is wrong. If you cut it like this, it will pierce the heart if it is too heavy, and it will be cut several times in a row, destroying the texture. Will you cut it?"

Wu Zuo has such a violent temper, if it weren't for the lobby of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, he would have wanted to cover this brat's face with the soles of his shoes.

"I can't, you can, you come!"

"it is good."

It was just a sentence to vent, but the child responded immediately. Wu Zuo was taken aback, and looked innocently at the presiding adult in the hall.

How could Du Minying let the suspect touch the corpse, he glanced at Wu Zuo, and his voice became a little uncontrollably irritable: "Cut!"

As soon as he was about to do it again, the little boy said again: "I don't accept unprofessional autopsy results."

There were chattering discussions in the hall, Zhuang Chang took a sip of tea, turned his head and said to Yang Shangshu: "He has such a temper, just like his mother, but if someone really cuts the internal organ, isn't it more likely that the suspect will be killed?" Sophistry? Why don't you find someone with better craftsmanship?"

Yang Shangshu smiled solemnly: "I am not the chief judge, but he is. Let's see him."

Zhuang Chang thought to himself, as your immediate boss, if you open your mouth to change jobs, how dare a mere left servant dare to refuse?
But before he finished speaking, he saw Du Shilang in the hall seemed to be angry, he lifted his robe and walked down directly.

"I'll do it myself, look carefully!"

Zhuang Chang choked, staring at Yang Shangshu: "Du Shilang still has this ability?"

Yang Shangshu was embarrassed: "After all, he was born as a champion of martial arts. He went to the battlefield and killed people in his early years. It should be possible." In his tone, there was a guilty conscience that he couldn't even detect.

"Then these are two different things." Zhuang Chang shook his head: "A murder is a stabbing and a stabbing. Dissecting a dead body is a delicate job. I still think women are good at it. That Liu Wu is..."

"Shh, look up."

Prosecutor Zhuang, who failed to recommend again, choked and sighed softly, so he could only continue to look in front of the hall. Then, he saw that Du Shilang was really holding a knife, thinking about how to split the corpse.

That's right, chopping or not cutting, the vigor with which he raised his hand scared everyone, fearing that if he couldn't control it for a while, he would tie Meng Qi into a hedgehog.

But after all, he has been an official for a long time, and his restraint ability is better than in the early years. Du Shilang tried it with his left and right hands, and finally raised it high, put it down gently, and put the tip of the knife gently under Meng Qi's jaw.

It stabbed, puffed, and cut a hole.

"Continue." The little boy stared at the incision, saw that Du Minying stopped, and urged: "In one go, draw down directly, pay attention, the tip of the knife should be retracted a little when it feels resistance, it can't pierce the internal organs, and can't destroy the evidence."

Du Minying's face was sullen, thinking that I still need you to teach me, I'm the presiding judge, but in the end he followed the little boy's guidance and gently slit Meng Qi's chest open.

Those who have practiced martial arts are different. Although the posture is still wrong, the strength is well controlled. After the cut, the wound is smooth and not too ugly.

The little boy let out a long breath, and when he raised his eyes, he couldn't hold back his contempt: "I cut better than you when I was three years old."

Du Minying exhausted all her strength to barely suppress the anger in her heart.

"Put on gloves." The little boy said again, and then realized that the yamen should not have gloves, so he changed his words: "Wash your hands."

"handwashing?"

The little boy didn't even raise his head: "An autopsy is a very sacred thing. I hope you respect the dead and the victim."

Du Minying clenched her teeth, she was almost out of control.

But in the end, the aggrieved Du Shilang, still under the scorching eyes of the Meng family's parents, reluctantly asked someone to bring up a basin of water, washed his hands on the spot, dried them, and then rolled up his sleeves. In, slowly explore.

"Pay attention to gestures, go in with one hand, yes, don't squeeze your fingers, alas, don't break it, why are your hands so stupid? Can you do it? Tsk, these shackles..."

The veins on Du Minying's forehead jumped more and more, and finally he couldn't take it anymore, he raised his head and shouted: "Shut up!"

The little boy met his red eyes, finally gave face and fell silent.

Du Minying carefully took out the delicate heart, and gently placed it on the porcelain plate prepared earlier. The pure white plate, paired with the bright red heart, had a great visual impact.

Zhuang Chang and Yang Shangshu were already talking face to face. They looked into each other's eyes and communicated very politely. They refused to glance at the plate from the corner of their eyes.

Staring at the glowing red heart, Du Minying knew for the first time that the human heart looks like this. He took a dry cloth and was about to wipe his hands.

The broken child spoke again: "It's not over yet, you washed the blood off it."

Du Minying stopped wiping her hands, and slowly closed her five fingers, her palm gradually condensed into a fist...

"How do you look at it if you don't wash it clean? The heart is reddish. How do I know if it's blood or flesh?"

(End of this chapter)