Fortunately, the source of the explosion sank at the bottom of the big iron cabinet, which was covered by the cabinet, and the scope of the impact was not wide, but the two patrolmen were splashed a lot on their bodies and faces.

“…… Look at it. I gave Fang Yuan a blank look.

Fang Yuan pinched the mask on the wing of his nose, walked to the iron cabinet, and inspected the scene.

The air was filled with the smell of smoke, and the leading patrolman, seeing that the two subordinates were so cowardly, wanted to teach them a lesson with anger on his face, but he opened his mouth and did not say the words, and he also vomited.

Nausea and vomiting are mostly psychological, I have been dealing with corpses all day long, and I have long been used to it, in this case, as long as I keep my concentration and don't think about it in my head.

I put on a double mask, squatted beside Fang Yuan in the past, and checked with her, but fortunately, the head of the corpse was intact, and the face was a little swollen, but I could vaguely distinguish the face.

Fang Yuan used his mobile phone to take a picture of the corpse's face, and after a simple retouching and restoration, he uploaded it to their intranet system, and quickly compared the information of the deceased - a female college student in the city, 22 years old, named Liao Xin, who was reported missing three days ago.

"Go get me a basin of water." Fang Yuan "ordered" me.

"What?"

"I'll wash my feet later." Fang Yuan said, sitting on the ground, taking off his shoes and socks, he actually stepped barefoot into the big iron cabinet full of stinky water, and examined the corpse up close!

"Professional!" I can't help but give her a thumbs up, I can understand the professional attributes of forensics, but there are really not many girls of her age who can do this level.

There was no water source nearby, so I had to run to the supermarket and buy back two large barrels of mineral water, and when I returned to the scene, Fang Yuan just crawled out of the iron cabinet, and her calves and feet below the knee were full of filth, I quickly helped her rinse, while she threw away her gloves and was busy recording in a small notebook: There was a depression in the back of the deceased's head, and the skull was broken, two centimeters in diameter, which should be the cause of death.

"What could be caused by a two-centimeter breakage?" Fang Yuan finished remembering and muttered to himself.

"Hammer," I said without hesitation, "isn't the head of a carpentry hammer two centimeters in diameter?" ”

"You mean, the murderer was a carpenter?" Fang Yuan looked at me.

The admiration I had just established for her vanished again, what the hell is her logic?

"That kind of hammer can be bought at any hardware store, ten yuan a piece." I explained that judging by her age, she may have just graduated from the patrol school and had no social experience.

Fang Yuan nodded, and quickly added a line of small words to the book: Wu Tu said that the murder weapon was a hammer.

“…… My name is Wu Fu, not Wu Tu, not that point! I whispered, how can anyone use the word "rabbit" in their name!

But Fang Yuan didn't pay attention to my defense, and he didn't change it, after closing the small notebook, he looked down at the large bottle of mineral water in my hand that was helping her rinse her feet: "Thank you, I'll reimburse you when I go back." ”

"It's only twenty dollars, forget it." I say.

"That's not good, one yard is one yard, add your WeChat in a while, and transfer it to you." Fang Yuan looked serious, sat on the ground, shook off the water on his feet, put on his shoes and socks, walked over and negotiated a few words with the leading patrol, signed a word, and completed her task.

Next, it is my task to bring back the broken corpse, the process is a bit disgusting, without description, in line with the principle of respecting the deceased, I try to collect the corpse as completely as possible, so that back to the funeral home, the mortuary can better restore the form of the deceased as a "person", and retain the last trace of dignity of "person".

After collecting the body and putting it in the body bag, I drove the Cadillac back to the unit again.

This time, Fang Yuan didn't follow.

By the time I got back to the funeral home, it was already half past one in the morning, and my colleagues in the mortuary department had all left work, so I had to store the body in the freezer in the morgue first, and talk about it tomorrow.

As usual, hang her name on her toes: Liao Xin.

Out of the morgue, this time I looked into the hearse to see if there were any new lipstick prints—according to my common sense, there shouldn't be, right? After all, Miss Liao Xin's hands were blown up, why didn't she write?

However, on the inner wall of the carriage, two small red characters that made me creep appeared again: Yin Cheng!

Another place name!

I touched a layer of sweat on my forearm, trembling and lighting a cigarette, Liao Xin is already dead, it is absolutely impossible to "cheat the corpse" to write, is there really such a thing as a "ghost"?

Or else? On the return trip, I was the only living person in the hearse, how to explain it?

I had the courage to touch it, no accident, this time the handwriting is lipstick, her body is my convergence, in the process, no lipstick was found (absolutely not, I have identified it piece by piece), but the words in the carriage are the traces of real lipstick, how did the "ghost" write in the carriage?

Could it be that this ghost has its own lipstick?

Wait, lipstick! I suddenly remembered that the Lancôme lipstick of the first deceased Li Xiaotao was still in my pocket, could it be ......

I quickly took out the lipstick, unscrewed the lid to check, I remember very clearly, originally there was nearly two centimeters of "red heads" in it, but now, there is less than half a centimeter left, indicating that it has been used.

In other words, the ghost is the word written on the inner wall of the carriage with the lipstick in my pocket......