"Yan Ye, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Xing sensed that Ruan Shiyan's expression was wrong, and quickly patted her on the shoulder, trying to divert her attention.

But Ruan Shiyan slowly stretched out her hand and took down the close-up photo of the slender wound.

"Little star."

"Well, I'm here."

"Do you remember what I told you about an extra wound on my body when you came to Song Yuan to look for me on the day of my funeral?"

Xiao Xing thought about it for a moment and nodded seriously.

"Remember, what's wrong?"

Ruan Shiyan held the photo to the position of her heart and turned to Xiao Xing.

"The wound in my heart is like this."

Xiao Xing: "??? ”

Xiao Xing, who heard this, stood up directly from his chair.

"Miss Ruan, you ...... Also have such wounds? ”

Ruan Shiyan thought about it and pasted the photo back first.

"Wait for me."

She went into the bathroom alone, found an unexposed location, and took a close-up of her wound with her mobile phone.

After coming out, he handed the phone to Xiao Xing and Xiao Xing.

"This is a wound on my body, you see, except that this one of mine is a little longer than hers, is it almost the same?"

Xiao Xing compared seriously, his face was even heavier than just now.

"Miss Ruan, you ......"

"Uncle Xiao, don't call me this, it's weird, otherwise you can also call me Yan Yan."

"Okay, that Yan Yan, tell your uncle the truth, how did your wound come from?"

Honestly?

Ruan Shiyan turned her head and glanced at Xiao Xing.

She wasn't sure if Xiao Xing knew about her particular situation.

"Master Yan, Uncle Xiao knows your situation, but it's not what I said!"

Ruan Shiyan: "......"

She sighed helplessly and gave Xiao Xing a roll of her eyes, "What did I tell you before, gentlemen." ”

The voice fell, and seamlessly switched to a state of distress and sorrow.

"Uncle, I don't want to hide it, I also want to know this question. When I came back from the dead, I had this wound on my body. It doesn't hurt when you get wet, it doesn't hurt if you touch it, you can only feel a little pain when you press it. ”

"And what about the wounds on this corpse? Do you know the specifics? ”

Xiao walked to the whiteboard and pointed to a close-up of the wound.

"Wounds on corpses are generally divided into two kinds, one is a prenatal injury, the other is a postmortem wound, like this kind of slender wound, if it is a premortem wound, the wound will roll outward slightly, the side will be congested, and even scabbed, etc., we call it life reaction."

"But if it is injured after death, there will be no life reaction at the wound, the whole wound will be very flat, not only will it not be congested, but the side will be white, at most there are some red spots, but this wound is very contradictory."

"In terms of color, it looks like a prenatal injury, but if you look at the wound, it is indeed a postmortem injury, and what is even more strange is that no matter what kind of injury it is, it cannot heal on its own in such a short period of time, so it cannot be defined for the time being until the medical examiner submits a further report."

Ruan Shiyan lightly touched the wound on her heart through her clothes.

If you analyze it according to this expertise, it is not only the wounds of the deceased that are strange.

And hers.

Could it really be a coincidence that such a peculiar wound could still make her meet a second one?

Perhaps the waiting forensic report may not only solve the mystery of the wounds of the deceased.

Ruan Shiyan was pondering, but the mobile phone in her hand vibrate.

She looked down and saw that it was a WeChat message from Song Zehan.

Song Zehan: [Wait for me on the spot, take you somewhere.] 】