Chapter Eighty-One: Autopsy in the middle of the night

Early the next day, Mo Zishu went to school.

Dong Qingyun was announcing the matter in the class.

"Next Monday into the school for the opening exam, this opening exam is related to the list of participants in the 2019 H country Olympiad competition, I hope you will come up with your true level, each class selects two to three students to enter the grade selection, determine the final list, the entire third year of high school will select six students to represent a middle school in Lanhai City to participate in the preliminary round, the preliminary round will go to Beishi to participate in the finals, I hope the students will grasp this opportunity, this Olympiad competition will add points to the college entrance examination." Dong Qingyun briefly said the process, his eyes swept over the whole class, and finally froze on Mo Zishu's body for a few seconds, he was very sure that Mo Zishu would definitely enter the finals this time.

If Mo Zishu could hear Dong Qingyun's heartfelt words, he would definitely complain: "I haven't decided whether to participate or not, you are sure that I will win." ”

However, Mo Zishu didn't hear these words too clearly, and she spent most of the morning in her sleep.

There is only one day of vacation in the third year of high school, which starts on Saturday afternoon and ends on Sunday morning, with classes officially starting on Monday.

However, the rules of No. 1 Middle School for treating senior high school students are already very merciful, at least once a week, so that students have a chance to breathe, and other schools basically have a vacation once a month.

When he returned home from school, Yingdeng and his secretary were still stuffy in the room and didn't come out, and Mo Zishu didn't care, and went back to his room after dinner.

She wasn't going to review, but she was thinking about when to pick a time to go to the police station's morgue, and she wanted to autopsy herself.

"Can you still enter the morgue of the police station at night, I want to dissect Li Xia's body." Mo Zishu sent a message to Yan Heng.

Soon the other side replied: "Yes, I'm still at the police station." ”

Mo Zishu smiled when she saw the news, changed her clothes and carried a bag to prepare to go out.

"Fu Yi, send me to the police station, Fu Er, you take the book on the glass table in my room and read it." When Mo Zishu went downstairs, Fu Yi and Fu Er were bored drinking tea and watching variety shows.

Fu Yi went to drive outside, Fu Er was stunned and nodded to indicate that he knew.

When Mo Zishu and Fu Yi and the two walked away, Fu Er went to Miss Mo's room.

Entering the room, the glass table in Miss Mo's mouth was very conspicuous, and there was a thick black book on it.

Fu Er frowned and walked over, picked up the book and looked at it, the title of the book is in English, "Hacker self-cultivation" 'Hacker's self-cultivation', Fu Er still felt puzzled in his heart, after turning the first page, his eyes lit up, this book is in English, but it is not a matter for Fu Er at all.

Looking at the notes recorded by Miss Mo on it, Fu Er felt that the harvest of returning to China this time was too great, and sure enough, it was Miss Mo who knew him best.

In this way, Fu Er went back to the room excitedly with the book, not thinking about how Miss Mo knew about his needs.

Twenty minutes later, Mo Zishu and Fu Yi arrived at the police station, and Yan Heng and Jing Chenan were already waiting.

"Miss Mo, what are we going to do?" Fu Yi didn't know why Miss Mo came to the police station in the middle of the night, could it be that there was a case?

Mo Zishu didn't speak, just handed a small notebook to Yan Heng.

Yan Heng opened it and looked at it, his eyes widened with an incredible expression, this was a forensic qualification certificate, and the owner of this qualification certificate marked on it was the girl standing in front of him, which really shocked him.

"Surprised, I've seen it several times." Jing Chenan thought that when he saw this qualification certificate, he probably had the same expression as Yan Heng.

The morgue is on the second basement floor and is connected to the dissection room.

Mo Zishu and his party arrived soon.

"It's cold." Fu Yi couldn't help but shudder, only to remember that he was wearing a suit, and the temperature inside the morgue itself was much lower than the temperature outside, because it was necessary to preserve the corpse at low temperature.

Because Li Xia's body had already been autopsied, Yan Heng pushed Chen An'an's body out of the morgue until the autopsy room.

When everyone arrived at the dissection room, they felt that the temperature was a little normal.

Mo Zishu and others have changed into sterile gowns, put on masks, and Mo Zishu, who is an anatomist, also wears two layers of rubber gloves on his hands.

Chen An'an, who was lying on the dissecting table, had been soaked in formalin, and in addition to all kinds of traces of abuse on his body, there were already dark purple corpse spots, and the stitched limbs were now dark red like rust.

Mo Zishu stared at Chen An'an's corpse with both eyes, looking at the traces that had been dismembered little by little, and the whole person's aura became serious.

Yan Heng, Fu Yi, and Jing Chen'an also moved with Mo Zishu's realization.

The rubber-gloved hand gently touched the wound site where Li Chen An'an had been dismembered and stitched up.

Mo Zishu watched intently, the cut surface of the wound was smooth and clean, without the slightest panic and fear of doing this kind of thing, as if he was enjoying this process, there were four dismembered places all over his body, arms and thighs.

Mo Zishu's hands touched repeatedly at the dismemberment, and then picked up the special scissors for dissection to cut the thread at the suture of the wound on the right arm and arm, and then took out the thread with special forceps for dissection.

But Mo Zishu was not affected in any way, as if he was used to it, and there was no pause in the movements of his hands.

The thread connecting the wound had been removed, but the right arm had not been cracked, and the bare flesh seemed to be visible to the white bones inside, and there seemed to be something in it that held the limb to the torso.

Thinking of this, Mo Zishu put down the tweezers in his hand, picked up the bone scissors, and clamped them towards the junction between the bones, and sure enough, there was a slender hard object.

Mo Zishu used bone forceps to loosen the slender hard object between the two bones, and finally the right arm was finally detached from the shoulder blade.

At this time, Mo Zishu clearly saw that it was a slender nail, and there were broken bones at the tip of the nail, and then he picked up the tweezers and took out the other end of the nail.

Mo Zishu estimated that the long nail was about four centimeters long, and then she took out the same nail of the same material in three other places, but the length was different.

The length of the nails in the double thighs reaches six to seven centimeters long.

Mo Zishu arranged the four nails one by one in the dissecting dish.

Fu Yi didn't dare to pay attention to Miss Mo's autopsy process and didn't go to see it, but Yan Heng and Jing Chenan watched it carefully.

"This is the tool that the autopsy said would be used to connect the dismembered parts." Yan Heng said through the mask, the stench made him speak slowly.

"Whiplashes, burns, nail wounds, cuts to both ankles." Mo Zishu looked at the wounds on Chen An'an's body and slowly said a few sets of words, the scratches on the scalp and the cuts on the ankles were the same murder weapon.

"There should be five types of injuries caused by the murder weapon, but this one has not yet been determined what caused it." Yan Heng nodded, pointed to one of the scars with gloves and said, his brows furrowed.

Mo Zishu's gaze moved with the place Yan Heng was pointing, and sure enough, he saw an oval-shaped scar that was concave downward in a diffuse shape. The scars here are different from others in that they are dark purple in color.

"According to the shape of the scars, the murder weapon is large and oval-shaped, and each time the wound is very forceful, so the color is darker than the others, causing severe ecchymosis, and even skin breakage and bleeding." Mo Zishu groped for the scars as she spoke, and the depression was not shallow or deep, as if it was used.

Mo Zishu's gaze shifted to the tool used to dissect the corpse, and his eyes were fixed on the wooden hammer that was not commonly used.

Mo Zishu took the wooden hammer in his hand and carefully measured the scar.

"Fu Yi, go find a ball of dough." Mo Zishu said to Fu Yi.

But Fu Yi was annoyed, where to find it?

"There's a noodle shop next to the police station, and they make handmade ramen, so you can just go and buy it." Yan Heng said to Fu Yi, and he could see that Mo Zishu was going to experiment on dough.

Handmade ramen has a good strength and is as tough as human skin.

Soon Fu Yi disappeared into the morgue in a hurry, ran out in a sterile suit, and when he found the noodle restaurant, the owner almost didn't sell it to him.

After about five minutes, Fu Yi bought it.

Mo Zishu put the kneaded dough flat on the edge of the dissecting table and poked it with her fingers, the flexibility was not bad, and she raised the wooden hammer in her hand to imagine the state of the murderer holding the hammer downward, and the strength.

A muffled sound came from the dough, and several people looked at the dough, and sure enough, the dough went down and slowly rose a little, and then froze in a certain concave state.

The shape is the same oval, but it is a little larger than the scar on Li Xia's body.

"That's how it happened." Yan Heng nodded thoughtfully.

Mo Zishu basically determined that this kind of scar was caused by a hammer, and all the scars on his body were explained.

But the most confusing thing is that Chen An'an's right earlobe is missing, and the wound is very contradictory to the dismemberment on the body, because the wound is not flat and cut, as if it was bitten off, along with the earring.

The pearl stud earring on Chen Anan's left earlobe is particularly conspicuous.

Mo Zishu moved to the right rear of Chen An'an's corpse's head, held up Chen An'an's head with one hand, and wanted to look at Chen An'an's earlobe from the back, but unexpectedly, she saw a small red mark that was different from the corpse spot where Chen An'an's earlobe was connected to his neck.

"What is this?" Mo Zishu asked, looking at Yan Heng with both eyes.

Obviously, Yan Heng was also very confused when he heard Mo Zishu ask, and then looked at the place where Mo Zishu pointed his finger, and it was indeed an obvious red mark, which was not covered by the corpse spots, but it was different from the corpse spots.

"Could it be a kiss mark?" Jing Chenan looked at it and said, he felt that with Mo Zishu's further autopsy, the case became more mysterious.