The pointer on Qin Zi's singer's watch has reached 20:14: "I agreed with them that the time for the autopsy is half past eight, and now we should go." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Xia Yutong's head was invaded by a mess of clues: "I still feel that something is wrong, but I can't tell what went wrong, it seems that I can only look for more clues during the autopsy." ”

The door of the morgue slowly opened, a cold and pungent smell of medicine came, and the empty room was as silent as a corpse, "Hello, we are here for an autopsy, there is a reservation." The man nodded, looked at the documents, handed the autopsy gloves and isolation cover to Qin Zige and left.

In the center of the empty room there was a bed facing the door, and under the pure white sheets was Mr. Wu's body, and the direction of the corpse was facing the door, because the legend said that the dead had to lie facing the door, so there was no bed facing the door in life.

Xia Yutong carefully lifted the white sheets, inside was a corpse that had been disposed of, from Mr. Wu's expression and countenance: this person must have been in extreme shock and pain before he died, his face was distorted, although his eyes were closed, his frowns were tightly locked, and the unnatural muscles that had stiffened could indicate that Mr. Wu was violently hit and collided to death.

Xia Yutong's eyes moved little by little, the white light in the room just showed every detail of the corpse in front of her eyes, she observed the dead person in front of her, as if she was observing a living person with many secrets, or thinking about his life and life, his stomach was slightly protruding, it could be inferred that he may have some kind of disease before his death, but his arms were very thin, and the bones of his head were wide...... Qin Zige also observed back and forth, but he couldn't investigate anything: there were really few clues on the corpse, and most of the conclusions that could be drawn at the death scene were made, and Mr. Wu's body was really strange, although the arteries that came in the morning were completely hard. "I felt the need to look at the autopsy list. Xia Yutong rubbed his waist with some disappointment: "You can't see anything like this." “

Qin Zige took the autopsy sheet and looked at it carefully, while Xia Yutong continued to observe the corpse.

"Well, it says that the deceased had suffered a violent blow to the brain, and the hard object should be something like a club. Qin Zige pointed to the small words on it and read. Xia Yutong turned his body over and saw that there was indeed a small but deep pit on the back of his head: "This is a stick." Xia Yutong suddenly found that Qin Zige stopped talking, so when he looked up, he found that Qin Zige was stunned in place with the autopsy sheet, his face pale.

"What's wrong?" Xia Yutong asked.

"You...... Look at this. Qin Zige trembled and pointed out a line of small characters on it to her: Autopsy Death Time: 3 days ago, Xia Yutong shook unconsciously and rubbed her eyes, she thought she was dazzled, but when she looked at it again, the 3 was so clear. "How could it be...... What about three days ago? Mr. No...... This morning. Xia Yutong's words began to be intermittent, and Qin Zige's gasping hurriedly: "Will there be a problem with this list?" Xia Yutong walked to the corpse and touched the deceased's major artery, and immediately shook his whole body: With such a hard vein, where did he die within 24 hours? "Is there really a problem?" Qin Zige's words also became frightened.

"It was true three days ago, but who is Mr. Wu in the surveillance, and Mr. Wu I saw?"