"Isn't it pretty?" Shiho saw Ogata holding a photo of the deceased left behind and placed on the head of the bed.

In the photo, an Asian face with long black hair and a sweet smile.

"It's okay, it should have been a young and lively age." Ogata put down the photo, looked at Shiho, and said strangely, "You actually care about this?" ”

"And what are you looking at?" Shiho shot back coldly.

"Later dates, and what's strange about this photo." Ogata replied.

Shiho looked at the photo and asked suspiciously, "What's so strange?" ”

"The photograph does not appear to be complete, but has been deliberately cut out and divided into two parts." Ogata's fingertips touched the side of the photograph slightly, and the nuanced jaggedness was intriguing.

"What do you mean?"

"Since the photograph of the deceased was still there after the murder and was not taken, and the people in the same dormitory did not identify the strangeness of the photograph when the police recorded the statement. It shows that the photo was originally split into two parts, and the deceased hung the half of it on the head of the bed. ”

"What does that mean?"

"The date on the photo is last year, and last year was her first semester at Columbia, which means that the content of the other half, most likely, is someone she met during college."

"This person is most likely the boyfriend of the deceased, and he hasn't broken up." Ogata said with a smile.

Shiho asked in a skeptical tone, "How can you see this?" ”

"If you break up, the photo should be torn up, not cut out. It won't stay on the head of the bed. It is likely that the deceased still has the deceased in his mind. But there are certain reasons. can only hang this part of the photo here, and not let others know about the relationship between them. The other half of the photo, logically speaking, should be in the deceased's personal wallet, but the evidence that touches the key to the case should be taken by the police for investigation. ”

"But with all that said, what is the result of your reasoning?" Shiho asked directly.

Ogata smiled, his eyes flashing, "If the police collected this half of the photo at the scene of the crime." The explanation is that I am thinking too much. If not, there is an 80% chance that the murderer is the person who took the other half of the photo, that is, the boyfriend of the deceased. ”

Shiho couldn't imagine how Ogata thought, and such a logical framework could make the investigation team that the police had come to before secretly ashamed.

Ogata crouched down and went to check under the bed if there was anything he had missed.

"Ogata, what did you find?" Shiho saw his fingertips twisting some residue and hurriedly asked.

Ogata looked up, looked at her and replied, "It's tobacco, huh?" He said. He suddenly thought of something, and looked at Shiho with some astonishment. This woman who never confronted what he was called.

If I heard him correctly, Shiho did call him 'Ogata'. From the time the two of them met, she had been addressing herself by vague pronouns like 'you, that'.

Now hearing her call her name directly, Ogata felt that the distance between himself and her seemed to shrink considerably, and at least he didn't feel as stiff and rigid as two unrelated strangers.

"Tobacco?" Shiho frowned slightly, watching Ogata sniff the residue carefully, she believed that this man's judgment would not be wrong. But Columbia University's dormitory building prohibits students from smoking while on campus, so it's impossible to find such a thing here.

Shiho saw Ogata stand up again and asked, "Is it carried by the murderer?" ”

"No, these tobacco scraps, it looks like they've been here for a long time." Ogata replied slowly. His mind moved quickly, and his gaze moved over the things around him: "The deceased should have a history of smoking, so there are slight yellowing marks near her bedside. And among these scattered cosmetics, there is mint water specially used to clear the throat, which seems to be used to block the bad smell of the mouth. ”

"So what?" Shiho needs to listen to Ogata for now, because she used to think that biology and forensic science were the tipping points between the two disciplines, and that they could be freely converted as long as they were used properly. But now looking at the confident Ogata, she slowly felt that she underestimated the other party's profession, although biology can be used to make drugs and study some physiological topics, but when applied to cases, the most direct is forensics!

Ogata's gaze turned to the stained stain on the sheets, and said lightly: "Ordinary smokers always feel that their throats are thirsty and itchy, so most smokers will have a habit of having more sticky phlegm." ”

In the course of the crime, the saliva marks left by the deceased on the bed sheets were not stains of ordinary saliva, but scattered and uneven decomposition ranges. This illustrates the fact that the marks left on the sheets, which are thicker and have a slight yellow color, are based on the understanding of the word 'phlegm'. Under the ideology of 'uncontrollable zhì' produced by the deceased, phlegm that should have been subjected to 'self-control zhì' flowed out of the corners of his mouth, instead of pure saliva! ”

Ogata sorted out his thoughts and looked into Shiho's eyes: "Usually spitting is a selective physiological response under the control of my mental consciousness, and this is not an absolute and inevitable reflex situation. And saliva, most of them will unconsciously make a physiological reflex similar to tears when normal people are basically healthy. The difference between the two is that the former represents the deceased in this process, maintaining a certain consciousness. The latter can only mean that the deceased was in a coma and pronounced dead. ”

"Then you mean that the deceased was conscious at the time of the crime?" Shiho hurriedly asked.

Ogata shook his head and explained, "There is another possibility. The deceased's respiratory tract is diseased, and the dirt that has accumulated in the throat will run out uncontrollably. ”

"But I've heard that the deceased didn't have any respiratory diseases like you said, except for heart disease." Shiho thought about something and said carefully.

"Therefore, the facts need not only to be seen with my eyes, but also to have real contact with the body of the deceased before I can make more detailed and accurate inferences." Ogata smiled faintly.

Zhibao nodded, she also knew that it was very difficult to just let a forensic doctor analyze the facts of the case against the scene of the crime.

But then again, seeing with her own eyes that he was able to analyze the Tao with just a few things, and completed the inferences that would be of great help to the development of the case, still gave her some shock in her heart.

"Next, what are we going to do?" Unknowingly, Shiho is asking for Ogata's opinion.

Because of talent, in this world, you can win the respect and admiration of others.

"Hey, it looks like we need to make a trip to the police station." Ogata sighed at first, then said lightly.

Shiho looked at him and said in a low voice, "Why are you so attentive?" You must know that the dead have nothing to do with me, and they have nothing to do with you! ”

"Coming here, since I know that she was killed, I have to mix it up and there is no way to do it, I am a fledgling forensic doctor who needs internship experience!" Ogata smiled slightly and winked at Shiho in front of him.

Zhibao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said: "You are the first forensic doctor I know, and the most boring forensic doctor. ”

"Is this praising me, or is it hurting me?" Of course, Ogata knew what Shiho meant by his words, but he couldn't help but ask tentatively.

Shiho glanced at Ogata and said angrily, "You can do whatever you think." ”

Ogata looked at her figure who ignored herself and walked straight out.

Why did this sentence sound something else?

Coquettish?

How is it possible, that's Shiho Miyano!

Ogata took one last look at the scene of the crime, his gaze lingering on something for a long time, and then he came back to his senses and caught up with Shiho, who had already gone far away

"The police department will not let you get involved in this case casually and conduct an autopsy casually." Shiho walked down the road and said to Ogata beside him.

Hearing this, Ogata replied noncommittally, "So you need to talk a lot." ”

"Oh." Shiho glanced at it and slowly remembered that this man seemed to have said that he had dealt with the police a lot over the years, and it seemed that he had a way to solve this problem.

As Ogata walked, something suddenly came to mind.

"You've asked me so much just now, and there's one thing I want to know." Ogata asked.

Shiho asked rhetorically, "What?" ”

"What's my name in your address book?" Ogata said with a smile.

Hearing this, Zhibao replied to him coldly: "Male classmate." ”

"Huh?"

Ogata looked at her in amazement.

Shiho stopped talking because there were only six people in her address book, and in the second week that Ogata insisted on texting harassment every day, she hesitated to save his phone number in her phone and save a perfectly recognizable name, "Male Classmate"!

Walking out of the gate of the campus, Ogata and Shiho waited for a taxi.

"Ogata." Shiho opened his mouth slightly.

Ogata looked at her, and in short, when Shiho called his name, he would be in a good mood.

"Where's my name?"

"What?"

"Contacts." Shiho was still indifferent, but his eyes did not shy away from looking at Ogata.

Ogata was stunned for a moment, then reacted, slowly took out his mobile phone, flipped through to find a number, and then showed the lit screen to Shiho.

"Shiho."

"Oh." Her reaction was flat.

Ogata Shi Shiran took back his phone.

"People who know me never call me Shiho." She stood silently and spoke calmly.

Ogata asked curiously, "What's that calling you?" ”

"Just call me Shiho, that's good." She said. (To be continued......)