The soundproofing of the hospital ward was not good, and Yier could clearly hear the conversation between his sister and Director Han. In fact, she didn't have to listen, she also knew that she didn't have long to live. She just regrets that she couldn't be better to her sister when she was still alive, and she regrets letting the person she likes see her most beautiful when she is still alive.

She looked out the window, the rain seemed to have stopped, and the image of water droplets hanging from the green leaves came to her mind.

She pursed her lips slightly, and when she turned around, she saw a beautiful girl of her own age, wearing a red cheongsam and holding a cat in her hand, standing next to the bed.

"Are you here to see a patient? There is a rule in the hospital that pets are not allowed. She reminded in a whisper, "Didn't they tell you when you came in?" ”

"Nope." Xing Ruyi hugged the cat and sat down: "Hello Yier, my name is Xing Ruyi." ”

"Xingruyi?" Yi'er stared at Xing Ruyi in a daze: "I seem to have heard this name." ”

"I'm the proprietress of the Ruyi Rouge Shop, and I heard that you are looking for the Ruyi Rouge Shop." Xing Ruyi smiled, and the smile was like a flower, blooming in Yier's eyes.

The old street of Los Angeles City is one of its most pyrotechnic streets. There are many soup shops on both sides of the old street, and even the most inconspicuous shops on the corner will symbolically place a few wooden tables, like waiting for a wanderer to return home.

The road of the old street is not a modern cement road, but paved with bluestone slabs, and after the vicissitudes of time, these roads have also been rolled uneven.

At night, the old street is the most lively, but during the day, it becomes deserted, as if the traffic not far away has nothing to do with it. Chang Tai stood at the entrance of the old street, crushed the cigarette that had just been lit, and threw it into the trash.

"Where is the dead?"

"On the other side of the old street, next to Ma Ji tofu soup." Ding Dang pointed into the old street.

Chang Tai hummed lightly and walked in with long legs.

"Boss, I heard that it was a split body." Ding Dang followed, "Have you ever handled this kind of case of splitting up corpses before?" ”

"Nope."

"Really?"

"Nope."

"Then I'll be relieved." Ding Dang stroked his chest.

When Chang Tai and Ding Dang arrived at the scene of the incident, the surroundings were already separated by a police cordon. Outside the cordon, there are people who are not too busy to watch the excitement and eat melons. Within the cordon, forensic doctor Chen Jie had already begun to conduct an autopsy with his assistant.

The corpse was placed on a white cloth, and when he saw that the deceased's head was still there, and his arms and legs were not missing, Ding Dang was silently relieved. She thought she was going to see the kind of tragic scene of minced flesh on the ground. Of course, this scene is not much better than that scene. Because the corpse had begun to decompose, there was a foul smell all around. The smell was disgusting.

"Aren't you afraid? One or two people gather here to watch, and they don't have nightmares at night. Ding Dang pushed aside the crowd of onlookers, and after showing his ID, he walked into the cordon: "I don't admire anything else, but I admire the courage of you onlookers." It's a severed corpse, and it's already starting to decompose. You smell it, just the smell, we professionals can't stand it, and you are still watching with relish. ”

"Girl, is this murder?" An old man in the crowd of onlookers spoke.

"Whether it's murder or not, we're not sure now, but uncle, have you ever seen a suicide that took off your arms and legs?" Ding Dang asked so casually, but he didn't think that the old man actually nodded.

"Yes, but it was many years ago."

Ding Dang was interested and went over directly.

"Really?"

"Yes, the former deputy director of our factory." The old man recalled: "I remember that when our deputy factory director died, he was only in his forties. Let me think, yes, not more than forty-five. His child was still in elementary school at that time, and said that he was going to take the exam for junior high school in the summer, and for this exam, he also ran a lot of relationships in private, wanting his child to enter our city's key junior high school. But before the summer came, he died, and he died, very strangely. ”

"What's the trick?"

"It was a weekend, and everyone went home to rest, and the deputy director somehow went back to the factory. By the time everyone found him, he was dead in his office. The doors and windows are locked from the inside, and they are old-fashioned locks that cannot be opened from the outside. He sat at his desk, his legs resting on the table at random, blood running down the table to the floor. Also, his left hand, is here here. The old man gestured to his left forearm: "I was also cut off by a knife, and my arm fell next to the chair." ”

"Chop?"

"Yes, the chopping is the kind of machete used to chop wood in the countryside, and I don't know where we got the deputy factory director." The old man shook his head.

"What are the findings?"

"We reported the case at the time, and someone was sent to investigate, but after investigation, the investigation came to a suicide result. Of course, this result is not given casually. First, the site was closed, and our deputy factory director died in a confined space. Second, no footprints of a second person were found at the scene. Our deputy factory director loves to be clean, and this office has to be cleaned every day, and he cleans it himself. The people next to him, if there is nothing to do, do not like to go to his office, and the province is disgusted by him and scolded by him. Third, the machete was left at the scene, and there were only fingerprints and blood stains on the machete, and the cuts left on his body also seemed to have been caused by himself. No trace of the murder was found, and no other suspect could be found, so the case could only be characterized as a suicide. ”

"As soon as you said that, I also remembered that there was such a case, and there were a lot of quarrels at that time." Someone next to him accosted: "At that time, I was still young, and I was talking about the object." At that time, someone introduced a person who happened to be a worker in your factory. We have only been in contact twice, and we have a good impression of each other, but because of this case, my family did not agree, so I was stunned to break up with him. I still remember that at that time, many people discussed that this case was weird, and nine times out of ten, it was not done by people. ”

"It's not a human thing, it's a ghost." The old man glanced at the woman, and then said to Ding Dang: "Let's talk about weirdness, there is really a particularly weird place. At that time, the people investigating the case found a cicada in the pool of blood of the deputy factory director. ”

"Cicadas?"

"It's the cicada clothes, the one that can be used in medicine. However, it was not hot at that time, and there were no cicadas outside, so I didn't know where the cicada clothes came from. ”

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Ding Dang heard Chang Tai calling her, stuck out his tongue at the old man playfully, and said softly: "It's over, our boss is going to scold me." Then, hurried back to Changtai.

"Report leader, I just learned about the situation with the surrounding people."

"What have you learned?"

"There was an old man who said that he had encountered a similar case many years ago. However, the case was eventually characterized as a suicide. ”

"A similar case is the case of a textile factory." Chen Jie replied while inspecting the body: "In this case, I also know that it was my father who was responsible for the inquest of the scene. ”

"Your father?"

"yes, my dad." Chen Jie raised his head: "Little girl, you don't know, I'm a child from a forensic family." My grandfather, my father, and me, three generations of forensic doctors. ”

"Stinky beauty, your grandfather is a forensic doctor, I believe that is the top talent in our police industry. After all, those who could choose forensic medicine in that era were not only highly skilled, but also highly ideological. Your dad is a forensic doctor, which means that your dad is excellent. As for you, Chen Jie, you chose to be a forensic doctor, nine times out of ten because you can't do anything else. ”

"Hey, you little dingdang, you're getting more and more presumptuous, believe it or not, I'm going to slap you with this arm." Chen Jie pinched the deceased's arm.

"Boss, you have to give me a witness, Chen Jie tried to destroy the scene and destroy the body of the deceased."

"It's really difficult to raise only women and villains, it's just that I'm generous, the prime minister can support the boat in his belly, I don't know like you as a little girl."

"You are a forensic doctor who can put fat in your stomach, I can't figure out how you can still have such a good appetite for corpses every day."

"It's because I'm in front of corpses all day long, so I eat more. What if I can't hold back and vomit that day? Chen Jie glanced at Ding Dang.

"Okay, what about investigating the case, if you want to quarrel, you can fight after work. There are people all around here, do you want the people to see the jokes in our team, saying that we are not dedicated and do not respect the victims? ”

"Reverence is in the heart, not on the lips. Those who say awe, which one is not watching the excitement. Those of us who look at the laughter on the surface are doing things seriously, helping the deceased find the cause of the victim's injury, and trying our best to help him find the person who hurt him. As soon as he talked about the discussion of the masses, Ding Dang felt a little aggrieved in his heart.

Chang Tai ignored her, but asked Chen Jie directly: "What's going on with the case in the textile factory?" ”

The deceased's name is Wang Xingtao, 43 years old, living in the family area of the No. 2 Textile Factory in Luocheng City, and at the time of his death, he was the deputy director of the textile factory. This person, how to say it, is a very capable kind at work, but his private reputation is not good. In today's words, it is low emotional intelligence, whether it is with the workers in the factory or the director of the factory. is more emotional, according to the surrounding neighbors and colleagues, he is easy to drill the horns, and when he really encounters something, he is especially good at complaining about others. Of course, this can be done as a deputy factory director, and it is not all shortcomings. Behind his shortcomings, he is enthusiastic about people, even if he is a new person, he can become friends. Be generous to friends, don't be stingy with money, friends are in trouble, and they will help without saying a word. The ability to work and the work business are also relatively good. To put it simply, it is to hide the flaws, and all the talents can sit firmly in the position of deputy factory director. ”

"How did this Wang Xingtao die?"

"It's the same as Ding Dang just said, it's suicide."