I rubbed my nose, nothing good has happened to anyone who has been involved with formalin lately.

I took a look at the room, it was a room, on the left side was a row of counters with all kinds of medicines, and on the right was a bench, and against the wall there were nails, which were supposed to be used to hang bottles.

On the face of it, this is about the same as the vast majority of small clinics.

Looking down, a line of footprints caught my attention.

The footprints are less than half the size of an adult's palm, yellowish-brown, and the white tiles on the ground are two shades, which look particularly clear.

Seeing the footprints, I somewhat understood why Zhao Feng was looking for me.

Just by the footprints, you can tell that it was left by a baby about a year old.

Normal one-year-old babies may have just learned to walk, and most of their steps are staggering, but this row on the ground, from the length and span of the footprints, it can be inferred that the person who left the footprints walked very steadily, which is very abnormal.

"Where is the dead?" I asked.

"Inside!" Zhao Feng looked inside and took me inside.

I followed behind Zhao Feng in shoe covers, and looked at the footprints on the ground, the yellow-brown color on the ground was left by formalin liquid, I inexplicably remembered the medical expert's building, and remembered Mr. Han and his child who had been soaked in formalin liquid for more than a year.

There were not many people in the clinic, except for me and Zhao Feng, there was a test mark outside, and when I entered the pharmacy inside, I saw the forensic doctor and the deceased.

I know the forensic doctor, her name is Zhou Ziqi, she is an iceberg beauty, I have known her for two or three years, and I have never seen her smile.

We met at the funeral home, and I would store the urn at the funeral home, and I usually had nothing to do, and I always liked to run around.

The funeral home has a special forensic autopsy room, which is mainly prepared for some deceased people who have died due to accidents such as car accidents.

Once Zhou Ziqi dissected a deceased who died in a car accident and judged the cause of death, the deceased's family was emotionally unstable, and the autopsy could not be carried out for a while.

I was an employee of the funeral home, and I was bold, so I was sent by my father to comfort the family of the deceased, to put it bluntly, to get the family of the deceased out of the forensic autopsy room, so as not to delay the autopsy.

This kind of hard work, my father always thinks about me.

That's when I met Zhou Ziqi.

When I worked in the funeral home, Zhou Ziqi and I met more than 20 times one after another, and seriously speaking, during my time in the funeral home, I died a lot of people in car accidents.

"Chen Xing?"

Seeing me, Zhou Ziqi's eyebrows furrowed, and he looked up at Zhao Feng.

"This is a specially hired expert of our team!" Zhao Feng explained.

"Oh!"

Zhou Ziqi nodded lightly, then refocused his gaze on the corpse and said, "Preliminary judgment, the deceased died of suffocation!" ”

Speaking of this, Zhou Ziqi paused, and his white-gloved hand gently lifted the deceased's neck upward, and said, "Judging from the fingerprints left on the deceased's neck, the murderer's age is between one and three years old!" ”

After speaking, Zhou Ziqi's brows furrowed again.

No one believed it, and it couldn't be written in the report.

I squatted down, pinched the gloves handed over by Zhao Feng, and followed Zhou Ziqi's example just now, and lifted the neck of the deceased, who had a black fingerprint on his neck.

Judging by the size of the fingerprints, it was indeed left by a child between the ages of one and three.

From the fingerprints to the footprints on the outside, under the double confirmation, the murderer is very likely to be a baby.

The deceased's name is Li Qiang, the doctor of the clinic, 42 years old, about 1.75 meters tall and weighs about 133.

How could such an adult be strangled to death by a child?

Of course, the body has not yet been autopsied, and the specific cause of death of the deceased is unknown, but judging from the bulging eyes of the deceased and the dark green lips, it is that he died of suffocation.

After the two phases were confirmed, Zhao Feng called me to see if he could get some clues from me.

Seeing the corpse half-ringing, I stood up, looked around, sniffed my nose, and asked, "Where did the smell of formalin come from?" ”

"There's also a pharmacy inside!" Zhao Feng pointed to a door against the wall.

I walked over and opened the door to take a look, and inside were two rows of medicine cabinets, and against the wall, there was a puddle of yellow-brown liquid on the floor that hadn't dried up, and broken glass.

Obviously, there is a transparent glass jar in it, and it is unknown what is in the glass jar.

But a little extrapolation from the existing signs can draw a conclusion, there is a baby soaked in the glass jar, and the baby suddenly woke up yesterday, broke the glass jar, strangled Li Qiang, and then left.

This can be judged from the footprints extending from the ground.

"Master Chen, what do you think?" Zhao Feng asked.

What can I think?

I rubbed my nose, I could have told the results, but could they write that?

"Qiqi, what do you think?" I asked.

Zhao Feng was stunned by my question, and Hu Qiqi's voice sounded in my ears at this time: "I don't feel the residual yin qi, the murderer is not a ghost, but a human!" ”