What is the apprentice of a forensic doctor?

Forensics, of course.

This is not the job Wang Dong wants, to be a doctor, you can have your own mother and sister, and you can still be your own little policeman honestly.

Hearing that Lu Shanshan actually valued Wang Dong so much, Xia Zhiqing unwillingly glanced back at the deceased's hand, this time she looked at it carefully, except that the hands were bigger, the knuckles were thicker, and the fingers were a little blacker, and she didn't see any other differences, what did these two perverts see.

walked over with a menacing face, and said unceremoniously: "Wang Dong, don't hide it like a girl, say it quickly, and let it go if you have a fart." ”

The expression on Wang Dong's face is so wonderful and exciting, there are not no girls in the police academy, but all those who have some postures are soft-spoken and angry, for fear that others will put them in the rude pile, this is good, it is not taboo at all, is this the biggest difference between the police and the police academy?

After being glared at by Xia Zhiqing, Wang Dong walked over helplessly, in fact, it may be more convincing for Lu Shanshan to say this, but this old man obviously wanted to test himself, so Wang Dong had to stand up by himself.

"Did you notice the palm of the deceased?" The king pointed at the deceased's hand and spread it upward, revealing his rough palm.

Palm? In addition to nails, can the palm also leave marks?

Xia Zhiqing took a few steps forward, and carefully observed it, the palm was rough, and the flesh pad at the palm mound was thicker, and after careful observation, there was a layer of calluses on it.

This man must have done hard work.

Xia Zhiqing immediately determined this answer, but this clue is actually not obvious, there are too many people in the city who are working hard to make a living, plus the people who grow food and vegetables around the city, which hand is not calloused, what is so surprising about this.

"I said Wang Dong, it's just a callus, you don't have to be so mysterious." Xia Zhiqing stood up from the ground with a look of disdain.

Now that he has made a start, it is easier to say next, Wang Dong's finger moved up to the slightly darker finger of the deceased, and said: "The calluses on the palm can only say that he has done hard labor, but the black part of the finger can explain what he is doing. ”

Hey? What does this mean? Xia Zhiqing's curiosity was picked up by Wang Dong again, and she leaned forward.

"I just made a cursory observation, this Xingfuli community should be a relatively high-end community, and the people who can live in it should be people with some economic strength, I don't know how much it costs to rent this room, but the deceased lived here as a coolie, which is a problem......" After a pause, Wang Dong continued: "Who of these coolies wants to live in such a high-end room with their hard-earned money?" ”

Hearing Wang Dong's question, the people in the room fell into silence, and Meng Xu, who had not moved for a long time, said unwillingly: "What if he suddenly gets rich." ”

"Rich?" Wang Dong didn't have a good face for this Meng Xu, and looked at him coldly and continued to ask, "What is your monthly salary?" ”

"Three thousand." Meng Xu blurted out without thinking about it.

"Then do you think you can afford to rent a room here, even if you rent a house?" Wang Dong asked urgently.

Isn't this nonsense, a total of three thousand yuan, in addition to eating, drinking, and playing, who can have a few thousand to live here, Meng Xu shook his head.

"Okay, even if you have a serious job as a policeman in the city and want to rent a house here, you have to think about it, so the deceased is just an ordinary coolie, where does he have the opportunity to make a fortune and live here, except for winning the lottery, of course."

Originally, it was just a murder case, but after Wang Dong's analysis, things seemed to be even more troublesome, and what Wang Dong said was not wrong, how could this person have the money to live in this place? Is it borrowing? Or is someone funded?

"And what do you see in the black part of his hand?" Xia Zhiqing asked suspiciously.

Wang Dong made a move next, so that the expression on Xia Zhiqing's face froze, Wang Dong didn't mind putting the deceased's hand under his nose and sniffed it, thought about it for a while and said: "Meng Xu is not wrong, since the deceased can live here, it proves that he must have a sum of money, after people have money, spending money has become the most important enjoyment, such as washing your legs, pressing a motorcycle, steaming a sauna or something......"

The words are not rough, no one doubts that there is anything wrong with Wang Dong's words, the life of this gang of laborers is really like this, it's good to have a family, meet the kind of bachelor, the kind where one person feeds the whole family and is not hungry, the money earned is easy to throw into the bottomless pit of the sauna, but what can be seen from this?

In addition to the gradual deepening of Wang Dong's analysis, the expression on Xia Zhiqing's face was not as disdainful as it was at the beginning, what Wang Dong said still has a certain amount of truth, but he has not yet said it thoroughly, what he will say later is worth looking forward to.

"After so many times of steaming, rubbing, and kneading, these blacks are still there, which can only mean one thing......" Wang Dong's gaze swept over everyone's faces one by one, most of them were attracted by their own words, except for the unwilling expression on Meng Xu's face, of course.

"This person must have been in the same kind of work for a long time to leave such a deep imprint, such as a mechanic in an auto repair shop, or ......"

"Miners?" Xia Zhiqing's eyes lit up, only those who have lived under the mine for a long time will leave this kind of trace, although this is not innate, but it can never be washed away.

"He doesn't smell of gasoline on his hands...... Wang Dong continued to analyze along his own lines: "So it shouldn't be a repairman, I guess he should be a miner in a nearby mining area, but because of something, he made a fortune, and it may not be him alone, it should be a few people, and the relationship between these people should also be very good, otherwise it can't explain why the wound appears in the ribs." ”

After carefully observing the deceased's ribs again, Wang Dong asked Meng Xu to stand up to imitate the deceased, while playing the killer, explaining his behavior while pretending to celebrate and hug him.

In order to hold Wang Dong, Meng Xu's hand opened involuntarily, and at this time, Wang Dong smiled while tapping the pen used as a knife along Meng Xu's ribs.

Everyone looked closely, and the position was exactly the same as the location of the wound of the deceased.

"Why do you all choose the same position?" Xia Zhiqing said curiously.

"This should be a habit that the murderer has developed." Wang Dong smiled apologetically at Meng Xu, raised the pen in his hand and said, "He should have been a soldier, only a soldier knows how to kill people quickly." ”