I don't know if there is too much ice here, but he suddenly feels a little cold.

"What are you doing?" The official named Zhou Liang saw that he was in a daze again, and couldn't help but push him, saying, "Hurry up, the autopsy is over!" ”

I don't know what's wrong with this person today, although he looked panicked in the past, but once he started the autopsy, it was like a different person, and sometimes he was not allowed to move, and he would even argue a few words.

In this way, some weird quirks on ordinary people are very normal for people like him, and if you study a technique, your skills are close to the Tao, and naturally you will not be obsessed with other things.

Zhou Liang couldn't help but look at Zhou Dong, who was frowning and looking at the autopsy, and hoped that when the time came, this seal would not make any more mistakes and move things that should not be moved.

The injury on the epidermis has been roughly examined, but for the autopsy results given earlier, Feng Qizuo didn't say anything else, just asked Zhou Dong, who was covered with his mouth and nose: "Lord Zhou, do you want to open it and take a look?" ”

That's what they've been waiting so long for.

Zhou Dong nodded.

Feng Qizuo took out the knife he had created to find someone, starting from the neck, and slowly cutting it.

"The spleen is damaged." He looked down at the already rotting flesh in front of him and said, "This is the level that could kill someone." ”

"A wound to the back of the head is also possible." Zhou Liang on the side glanced at Zhou Dong, who was silent, and said, "If your spleen is damaged, you won't die immediately." ”

The back of the head may be fatal with a blow, that is to say, even if Wang Bolin's spleen is damaged, he will definitely die, but if the back of the head makes Wang Bolin die immediately, then the murderer is already obvious.

The seal who was dissecting was beaten again.

"What's wrong again?" Zhou Liang asked him.

What's going on today, I stopped again and again.

"I'm watching." Feng Qizuo didn't even raise his head, and most of his face was hidden behind the cloth covering his mouth and nose, so he couldn't see the emotions on his face clearly.

I don't know how long later, Feng Zuo, who was conducting an autopsy, suddenly raised his head and said to the two of them: "My youngest knife fell in Dali Temple, can you ask someone to send my knife over?" ”

Didn't bring a knife? Zhou Liang's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly looked at the autopsy knife that was unfolded on the white cloth on the side, and after looking at it carefully for a while, he looked up and said to Zhou Dong: "It's missing." ”

These days, Feng Qizuo was called for an autopsy not only to observe his autopsy methods, but also to observe him as a person, including the person's habits, the tools of the autopsy.

So, how many knives there are in this seal, they figured it out early in the morning.

There is indeed one less knife today.

"The smallest one." Feng made a gesture, pointed to Wang Bolin's corpse, and said, "The big knife is not good at mastering." ”

"You don't know what you're here for?" Zhou Dong, who had never made a sound, suddenly spoke at this time, even though his face was mostly covered, but the eyes exposed outside were full of scrutiny, "I don't forget it on weekdays, but I forgot it today?" ”

This seal is really suspicious today's actions, of course, it can be attributed to nervousness before, after all, what they have done these days is really frightening, but a fake work actually forgot to bring a knife to dissect the corpse, which is very suspicious.

"Because the autopsy has never used that knife these days." Feng Qizuo looked at Zhou Liang as he explained, and said, "He can prove it." ”

Zhou Liang, who was named, was stunned for a moment, and seemed to think seriously for a while before he nodded and said, "That's right." ”

"Every time I go back, I put the knife in hot water and simmer it to dry, and then use it again." Feng Qizuo said, "This time you finally told me that you can perform an autopsy, I was nervous, I also practiced last night, I am afraid that something will go wrong, you go to Dali Temple to see it." ”

Zhou Liang waved outside when he heard this, and after a while, an official walked in and said, "This is indeed the case, when I went to find him, he was still conducting an autopsy." ”

"The smallest knife should be on the side." Feng said, "If you don't feel at ease, you can ask someone from Dali Temple to come and send it off." ”

Is that so? Zhou Dong thought for a moment, then bowed his head slightly, and said, "Then let the people from Dali Temple run!" ”

"Just ask that lady Joe who has nothing to do." Feng Qizuo suddenly said loudly.

Zhou Liang, who was about to go out, paused and looked back: "Which one do you say?" "I actually named someone, I can't think that this surname has other plans!

Zhou Liang's eyes became subtle.

"Mistress Joe." I don't know if it's because of these three words, Feng Qizuo seems to be a lot more relaxed, he said, "I also asked her to bring some soap horns and atractylodes over, I will also use them." ”

"Master Qiao......" Zhou Dong closed his eyes and repeated these three words, of course he knew who this Lord Qiao was. That girl! After a pause, he didn't know what he thought, he nodded suddenly, and said to Zhou Liang: "Then do as he wishes!" ”

It is said that this woman has "excellent luck", Zhou Dong suddenly snorted, so that Zhen Shiyuan and Jiang Fang dared to entrust their lives to the "luck", and he was also very curious.

……

"Feng Qizuo, please send me a knife?" Looking at the two officials of the criminal department in front of him, Qiao Ran paused for a moment, got up with a smile, and said, "It's okay, and I'm okay now." ”

It's just that I didn't expect Feng Qizuo to forget to bring a knife, it seems that this post-mortem work is quite interesting. Qiao Ran smiled and went to the back office, as for the two officials who followed the criminal department, she didn't say anything like waiting, sometimes, it was better to be above board.

In the back office, he found the knife that had fallen from Feng Qizuo, and brought the soaphorn and atractylodes, and Qiao Ran put these things in the basket and handed them to the two officials.

The two officials reached out and flipped through them before nodding and saying, "Lord Qiao, please." ”

……

The autopsy in the prison of the Criminal Department did not stop completely because a knife was missing.

"Although I haven't seen Wang Bolin alive, he should have been a strong man when he was alive." Feng Qi said, "Such a person can be said that if he is good in the face of a woman who is powerless, he will not fall down with a push." ”

He had now walked to the table, a knife was missing, and the autopsy was suspended, but he asked for a pen and paper, and began to draw the condition of the body at the time of its death, based on the results of the autopsy made by the officials of the Jinling Mansion.

"He was badly wounded, almost all over his body." Feng Qizuo lowered his head and depicted, "But he was wounded by a fist at the time, his shoulder blade was a finger wide, and he was hit several times in the abdomen, except for Miss Li's scratch, the rest of the wounds can be said to be caused by fists and palms, and it should be a man who injured him......."

"That's not necessarily, women can't use their fists and palms?" Zhou Dong interrupted him abruptly, then looked at the girl who walked in outside, and said, "Master Qiao is here." ”

Even though his mouth and nose were covered, those smart eyes still made him recognize the person at a glance.

The girl's voice sounded a little muffled behind the cloth, and she handed the basket in her hand to Feng Qizuo, and said, "Something has been brought." ”

"Okay." Feng Qizuo sat behind the table and did not get up, but beckoned to her and asked her to come over with her own things.

Qiao Ran walked over with the basket in her arms, and was about to put down the basket in her hand, but she heard Feng Qizuo suddenly exclaim: "Hey, you can be careful, don't stain my painting!" ”

Qiao Ran was startled by his sudden sound, instinctively lowered her head, and then ...... His gaze swept over the painting he had placed on the table.

Is this painting of Wang Bolin? The painting skills of this letter are really good!

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