Song Xiang deliberately avoided Zhao Yan's question, familiar? Familiar with what? For Song Xiang, she is familiar with people who are on the verge of death, with cold bodies, with hot organs, and with every bone joint of the human body. She can pinpoint the location of a patient's wound and the cracked lines on the deceased's bones. But she doesn't pursue the reason behind it, her responsibility is to heal the wound, or data analysis, she shouldn't know anything else, she doesn't have to know.

She also knew what Zhao Yan was talking about, saying that her first main autopsy subject, the woman who died at the gate of Shuyang University.

At that time, she had only followed the teacher to learn forensic science related knowledge for half a year, and the teacher had a big temper but a strange temper, he had three students, all of whom were very famous and famous in the field of forensics.

At first, she was just a student who had just entered the school, and she just went to class with the regular process, and the teacher's class was only one class a week, and she was never absent. One day the teacher stopped her after class and asked her if she could do data analysis, she nodded stunned, and then she was taken to the research room, and for the first time she saw all kinds of corpses, mutilated, intact, charred, incomplete, and bloody.

The first thing the teacher did was to ask her to cleanse the deceased, she carefully wiped off the stains on the cold and stiff body, carefully avoided the wounds, and then dipped the oil in the hair with medical cotton.

The teacher asked her, "How do you feel?" ”

Song Xiang was sweating profusely at that time, her mind was dizzy, and her brain was chaotic, but the scene in front of her seemed to be extremely clear, she said: "Teacher, I feel at a loss. ”

"Why?" The teacher asked again.

Song Xiang rubbed her fingers uncomfortably, because she was wearing rubber gloves, in the empty examination room, the sound of small pieces was amplified, what did she say at that time, oh she said: "I feel sad, I can't be distracted when I am purifying." "The teacher said in class that when dissecting a corpse, the most important thing is the deceased in front of you, and your excess emotions will affect the results of the autopsy.

It was her first class.

"Teacher, I am very sad, I don't feel the cries for help of the deceased." Song Xiang hid his face. "I can't even tell what weapon caused the wounds on his body."

The teacher was silent for a while, took the utensils in her hand, picked up a tray, lowered her head and removed the substance from the deceased, the grease on the head, the hair, a small piece of the nail of the little finger and a small piece of the fingernail of the thumb, wiped the finger between the fingers with a cotton swab, scraped off the coagulated blood clot near the wound with alcohol, and then put it in the test tube, and put it on the tray in turn.

"The dead don't call for help." He said: "There will only be justice." ”

"So they're going to try to get the message out there, and what you're going to do is take the message." The teacher shook the reagent bag in his hand in front of Song Xiang: "Every inch of his body may be key information, you should not position yourself as a rescuer, but as a communicator." ”

"Knowing in detail the unfinished things that the deceased have left behind to express themselves."

"Let's report every day, Song Xiang." The teacher turned around and left, holding a tray in his hand, and taught Song Xiang to pay tribute to the deceased before leaving.

The teacher treats all the deceased equally, and after the autopsy, he will do the stitches, and then after returning to the morgue, he will solemnly say, "You have worked this journey." ”

Song Xiang has seen many people who have passed away, men, women, old people, young people, and people who have different experiences behind them, and not all of them are innocent. After the teacher said that sentence to a deceased who had done a lot of bad things in his life, Song Xiang expressed her incomprehension, saying that it should be a good thing that he was gone. The teacher just glanced at her lightly and said: "Everyone is a human being for the first time, although the things they committed in life cannot be written off after death, but living in this world is mixed, and there are always hard times, even so, there is no one who does not have nostalgia for the world." I don't feel sorry for him, but I feel sad that in my short life, I lived in the mud and never saw the sun. ”

"Isn't it sad that people live in the world and can only see themselves?"

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On the day of Song Xiang's first surgery, it was a night, the teacher was not there, and she went to Melbourne on a business trip to do an exchange, she did the data analysis of the month in the research room, and at seven or eight o'clock, the woman who was sent in was said to have died at the gate of Shuyang University.

The woman was wearing a floral dress, her brows were tightened, her eyelids were half-drooping, her lips were slightly open, her arms were flexed on her abdomen, her elbows were bruised, blood was oozing outward, her fingers were covered with dried blood clots, her skirt was covered with mud, her hair was long, and the dust was falling down.

Song Xiang didn't know what to do, so he had to tell the police officer who sent him that the teacher was not in China.

She has never been in charge of surgery, and has always done auxiliary work, or finishing work. She didn't dare to make such a hasty decision, the teacher said that the first discovery of the information left by each deceased person is the most important, and if there is a mistake in the first reception, it will lead to total confusion.

She couldn't remember why she was wearing a hazmat suit with a scalpel in the first place.

Probably because of the policeman's anxiety about the case, it also burned her, or maybe it was the crying of the deceased's family outside the door that disturbed her mind.

Anyway, she took a scalpel, set up a camera, and asked the police to take pictures of herself, which opened the first time.

The feeling of a scalpel cutting through flesh is very different from what you would feel in an anatomy class.

She could feel the coldness of her body in her hands, only the internal organs were still warm, and the fine heat was not obvious. She removed all the substances she needed, and gently cut a small infusion half the length of a finger at the fatal wound of the deceased, and gently scraped the blood from the inner wall of the wound with a cotton swab.

The patient's wound is about 8cm long, the inner wall is smooth, the wound is impartial and 12.3cm deep, and the kidney is injured by 0.5cm, but the wound is not visible at all without peeling it off, and the time of the death is about 2 hours before the time of death, that is, between 17:30 and 18:00 in the evening, the deceased appeared at the gate of Shuyang University at 17:58:23, and there was no one else around, and it happened suddenly.

What is the likelihood that a fatal wound is inflicted, but does not cause the death of the victim at the time of the crime, and that the suspicion is cleared by delaying the time of the crime by 15-20 minutes?

Song Xiang detected trace amounts of metallic minerals on the removed wound tissue.

The range of murder weapons that could be defined was too large, and she could only list all the suspected closest injuries in the report, a thick stack of 26 pieces.

That was the first time Song Xiang went to receive the signal left by the deceased.

After she saw off the deceased that day, she suddenly understood why the teacher said that to the deceased, and she couldn't help bowing to the deceased and said, "You have worked hard. ”

Song Xiang was 20 years old at the time, sitting in the research room crying silently at a stall of data, tears mixed with sadness fell together, and she felt real pathos for the first time.

For the deceased, but also for herself, the sorrow of the deceased was unhindered with her at that moment.