Veneto frowned and shook his head: "Maybe I'm hungry." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info you go to find a seat, I'll go to cook—what do you eat? ”

"Chicken curry rice." Su Xiaomei went to find a table, picked a clean table, pulled out a napkin to wipe the tabletop, brought two cups of cold drinks, sat down and only felt her heart pounding, anxiously waiting for Veneto to come over, her heart was full of happy expectations.

Veneto came over with two servings of curry chicken rice, sat down and didn't say a word, Su Xiaomei suddenly saw Veneto put down the spoon and stop eating, supporting his temples tiredly, closing his eyes and gently rubbing his head.

"You can't have a cold, do you?" Su Xiaomei asked with concern.

Veneto chuckled, opened his eyes and looked at Su Xiaomei with a worried face: "Please, Zhuang Yan said that my DNA molecular composition is different from that of the earth's creatures, and the flu virus is helpless against me." How could I catch a cold? ”

"So, have you ever been sick before?" Su Xiaomei was suddenly extremely curious, and gently patted Veneto's shoulder.

"I've never been sick, but today it's weird, I suddenly have a headache, I'm a little tired, I'm always drowsy." Veneto suddenly frowned and bit his lip, reached out to protect his shoulder, and whispered, "Don't touch here, the injury is not healed yet." ”

"What injury?" Su Xiaomei suddenly became nervous.

Veneto didn't speak, his fingers lightly tapped on his shoulder, and whispered, "Gunshot wound." The small-caliber ******** very penetrating, and I was still slightly injured from a close hit - but it didn't matter, the bullet had been taken out, and it only hit two centimeters, and it didn't hurt anything. She saw Su Xiaomei's brows standing up in distress, but instead comforted Su Xiaomei.

"Oh, no wonder your lips are so white and you bleed a lot, right?" Su Xiaomei was in pain as if she had been shot, and said in a muttered manner, and took away Veneto's iced tea: "Then you can't drink cold drinks, I'll go change a hot cup for you." ”

Veneto tried to stop it, but his body was too lazy to move, so he pursed his lips and smiled, arguing lazily: "How can there be bleeding, a small wound, like a mosquito bite." ”

Su Xiaomei reluctantly went to change the hot drink for Veneto.

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The prosecutor of the military court felt like he was stuck in his throat, as if he was stuck in his throat by a fish bone while eating braised pork, and he felt a sudden discomfort.

The new prisoner was not as cooperative with the investigation as rumored, and in fact, there was no more sleek old fritter than this one.

"Prosecutor, you're ready." The assistant walked into the interrogation room.

"Okay." The prosecutor adjusted the microphone, flipped through the materials, and sat down solemnly. The entire wall in front of him was made of clear glass, and in the secret room separated by glass, there was an alloy chair like a stroller. When the prisoner sits in a chair, the chair is "closed and locked", locking the prisoner firmly in the chair. The prisoner's handcuffed hands rested on the iron table in front of him, and his fingers counted the number of rings of the steel chain in a grid.

"Wei Xu, your confession is inconsistent, I suggest that you don't make unnecessary resistance, and confession and leniency are your only way out." The prosecutor began his daily work.

"The previous confession was invalid, it was a confession forced by the tired interrogation, and they tortured me. That's a coerced confession. The prisoner tilted his head and was determined: "They did not allow me to sleep for 32 hours, which is a violation of the interrogation law." You should investigate their inhumane torture. ”

The prosecutor tapped lightly on the table: "You don't need to remind you of this. However, your guilt has been conclusively proven, and it is undeniable that you wounded Lieutenant Colonel Veneto. Full. The gunshot wound is still there. Wei Xu, all your evil deeds have been made public to the world, and the evidence is ironclad. Only with a good attitude and cooperation with the investigation can you have the possibility of commuting your sentence, otherwise what awaits you will be boundless darkness. ”

"Oh, really?" The prisoner took a moment to straighten his cuffs, maintain his appearance, and then looked up calmly and said, "Then I look forward to this boundless darkness, Mr. Prosecutor." We'll see. ”

Day after day, prosecutors don't get anything. Aside from the confession provided by the Qifeng base, the prosecutor did not make any further progress on the prisoners. The trial is approaching, and the prosecution has decided to give up the stubborn Wei Xu and formally indict Wei Xu based on the available evidence, and the trial will start half a month later.

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In the medic lounge on the D floor of the base, even if the air conditioning temperature is turned up, everyone feels that the cold wind is blowing. The military doctor who temporarily served as a forensic doctor pinched the autopsy report and sat upright in front of Richelieu: "The results of the autopsy are surprisingly similar to the results guessed by Miss Xiao Xuan. The deceased's airway cilia were completely destroyed, the pulmonary artery was perforated, severe internal bleeding, the aortic wall was injuriously hypertrophied, and the inner wall of the heart chamber was severely damaged. The mechanism of injury is unknown. ”

Richelieu sat on a three-legged stool with his hands on his knees, and turned his head to look at Veneto: "What do you think...... What happened to you? The face is so bad. ”

Veneto closed his eyes and muttered, "I'm fine." After a pause, he opened his eyes and stretched out his hand and said, "Show me the autopsy report." Then he took the report and looked at it with a frown.

The medic continued: "Based on the congestion and hypoxia distribution, the deceased did not die of myocardial infarction. ”

"What?" Richelieu looked up suddenly, blonde hair trembling.

The military doctor tried to explain: "The source of myocardial infarction is the coronary arteries. The coronary arteries supply blood to the heart muscle, and usually the coronary arteries are acutely blocked, resulting in myocardial ischemia and hypoxia, followed by heart failure and shock - which can lead to death. But the autopsy of the deceased did not turn out to be so. ”

"Rather?" Richelieu frowned and asked, she had an ominous premonition.

At this time, Veneto held the autopsy report and read it aloud: "The patient died of a full-hearted blockage. The heart is non-pathologically hypertrophied, the inner wall is severely damaged, the mitral valve and tricuspid valve disappear, and the atrial septum is damaged, indicating that the ventricles and atria have been mechanically damaged, and death is caused by acute circulatory failure due to filling total heart occlusion. ”

Veneto looked up and asked, "What do you mean by 'non-pathological hypertrophy'?" ”

"For example, if you stay up late and get dark circles, that's called pathological dark circles." The military doctor tried to hit the nail on the head: "But if you are punched in the panda eye, it is called 'non-pathological dark circles'." ”

Veneto glared at the medic and bowed his head.

Richelieu was inexplicably refreshed, bowing her head and smiling so hard that her stomach hurt, desperately holding back the laughter, her blonde hair hanging down, and her gloating smile was covered by the laughter that jumped and trembled.

Veneto gritted his teeth and glanced at Richelieu, secretly swore that she would look good, turned to the military doctor and said, "Will you chat?" ”

Richelieu stopped laughing, stood up, his saber falling to his feet, and tapped Richelieu's boots lightly with his steps. She came over to Veneto and said, "Don't be angry. The military doctor did his duty, which overturned the conclusion of myocardial infarction, and since it was determined that Ma Teng's death was caused by external forces, this was homicide. The 'prisoner' could have destroyed the human body as he pleased, but did so in order to falsify the illusion of myocardial infarction - it must have had some other purpose, it had not given up its lurking. (To be continued.) )