"What else can you do, disinfect."

Hearing a poisonous word, Qiqi obediently closed his mouth.

All the knives brought from the kitchen were basically not rusty, and they were sterilized by Xu Shu soaked in wine.

Fortunately, it is a rich family, and there are all kinds of knives in the kitchen, and they are all brand new.

"Sister Xu... Are you doing anything with these knives? Qiqi swallowed his saliva and asked.

Xu Shu raised his head, looked at her deeply, and said meaninglessly: "I think... You'd better go out. ”

Her eyes were sincere, deep, and a little mysterious.

"You... Are you supposed to..."

Watching Xu Shuzheng pick up a knife that is not big or small, and gesture on Yang Gongzi's body...

Qiqi grabbed the door and fled.

Xu Shu wore a mask and laughed breathlessly.

came back to his senses and found that Qi Muran was still standing there.

"What, aren't you leaving?"

Qi Muran said coldly: "Will this king be afraid? ”

Obviously expressionless, but Xu Shu heard the provocation from his tone.

She shrugged, she could only dissect with a kitchen knife anyway, and she didn't care about these details.

"Xu Shu, a former forensic assistant, is now starting to dissect the body of the deceased Yang Jun."

Qi Muran watched her face the air and speak.

Xu Shu explained to himself: "Pretend to have a camera in front of you. ”

"Examination of the appearance of the corpse."

Xu Shuzai carefully checked from the beginning, pupil, corneal opacity...

These can only be judged by feelings.

The most important thing is the wound on the neck.

Without tweezers, Xu Shu pinched the cotton with his hands to wipe it.

Then he stretched out his hand towards Qi Muran.

If it weren't for the fact that the wisdom of the Seven Princes was almost demonic, Xu Shu didn't say anything, so he handed over the hairpin very tacitly.

"The shape is anastomos, and it is basically determined that the neck wound is caused by a hairpin."

Xu Shu slowly lifted the cloth covering Yang Jun's body.

"What do you do?"

Qi Muran took a big step forward.

Is she going to look directly at a man's body?

Xu Shu was so frightened by him that his hand shook and almost cut off.

"What to do? Check. How do I know if he has any external injuries without a full body examination, how do I know if he fought with someone before he died, how do I know if he is happy with someone and to what extent? ”

Qi Muran glared at her like a wolf, and anger appeared on her noble face.

This woman is not ashamed, but she still has to observe whether he is happy with others, to what extent?

His aura was full of energy, and Xu Shu had a feeling that he was about to be pressed and couldn't straighten his waist.

If this man wants to be so moody, isn't he just lifting the white cloth to take a look at Yang Jun's body, this is also to solve the case.

Xu Shu patted his head and understood.

How could the Seven Princes, who are as noble as the gods, watch such a scene?

"Why don't you go out first?" Xu Shu asked cautiously.

Then the temperature in the room dropped suddenly.

Xu Shu wanted to cry without tears: Don't make my autopsy more difficult, okay?

Forget it, there is a good chance that this matter is certain, so give up the examination of the lower body.

After Xu Shu finished saying this, he felt the pressure and chill of powerlessness dissipate.

She touched her forehead, and it was all cold sweat.

Party A's father is really an abrasive little goblin.

Xu Shu's face under the mask pulled out a small expression of grievance.

"Now let's start the internal autopsy."

Xu Shu held the knife in his hand and fell steadily.

A bloody streak slowly appeared on Yang Jun's chest.

It's impossible not to be nervous, this is the first time she's dissected independently, and it's with a kitchen knife.

But the feel is surprisingly good.