"According to the specific autopsy report, the deceased's chest was cut with a small round-headed scalpel, but the wound was rough and discontinuous, and it seemed that there should be no dissecting experience." Su Ran said as she handed him the autopsy report.

He Yang took the report and looked at it carefully.

At this time, Fang Jinan also trotted over with a picture of a private clinic.

"Lao Yang, the last place where Xu Jiahui was seen was a private clinic."

Hearing this, He Yang and Su Ran glanced at each other.

Fang Jinan looked at the two who looked at each other and smiled, it was really the second monk who couldn't scratch his head, "No, do you two have any little secrets?" ”

Su Ran glanced at him, "I won't tell you!" ”

"Damn, you're so uninteresting, you actually have something to hide from me." Fang Jinan had a distressed expression on his face.

He Yang couldn't cry or laugh, "Okay, hurry up and go to this Jiang's private clinic to have a look!" ”

After speaking, He Yang took the lead and walked out, followed by Su Ran.

"You wait for me!" Fang Jinan, who was half a beat slower, hurriedly chased after him.

Chiang's Private Practice.

When He Yang and his party knocked on the door, Jiang Ningtao was taking the patient's temperature.

Jiang Ningtao looked at the few people who came over, and it didn't look like they were coming to see a doctor at all.

"Who are you?" Jiang Ningtao asked.

"You are Jiang Ningtao?" He Yang also asked him, "We are policemen!" As he spoke, He Yang took out his police ID card from his pocket and showed it to Jiang Ningtao.

Jiang Ningtao was unusually calm and nodded, "Oh, what are the police doing on my side?" ”

The patient listened, and looked at it curiously.

"You are suspected of a murder case, please go back to the police station with us to assist in the investigation."

"What? Homicide? No way! Jiang Ningtao vetoed.

As soon as the patient heard about the murder, he was so frightened that he quickly took the thermometer out of the creaky nest and put it on the table, and ran out in fear, for fear that he would be implicated.

"It's impossible, we need further investigation, please come with us!" Su Ran said.

Jiang Ningtao sighed, took off his medical disposable gloves, washed his hands, and then followed He Yang back to the police station.

Ningjiang Municipal Public Security Bureau

He Yang looked at Jiang Ningtao opposite and asked, "Where were you between five and six o'clock on the afternoon of the 26th?" ”

"Number 26?" Jiang Ningtao thought about it for a while, "I was at home between five and six o'clock on the 26th, and I closed the clinic early and went home that day when I was a little uncomfortable. ”

"Has anyone testified to you?"

Jiang Ningtao shook his head, "No, I live alone." My wife and children are all in the countryside. ”

He Yang glanced at Su Ran, who was standing next to him, and Su Ran asked, "Then how long have you been in the profession of a doctor?" ”

"I've been a doctor for 30 years!" Jiang Ningtao took off his glasses a little tiredly, closed his eyes, pinched his eyebrows and soothed them a few times, and then put them back on.

"Do you know Xu Jiahui?" When He Yang mentioned the name Xu Jiahui, he specially observed that Jiang Ningtao's face was unusually calm, and he couldn't see any emotion at all.

"Xu Jiahui, Xu Jiahui." Jiang Ningtao read it twice, and finally remembered, "Oh, I know, that girl has an irregular heartbeat, and she came to me to prescribe some medicine." ”

Arrhythmia? Heart?!

Su Ran suddenly heard the point.

"She died, and after being killed, her heart was gouged out." As he spoke, He Yang handed the photo of the deceased's body to Jiang Ningtao.

Jiang Ningtao looked at the miserable photos, frowned, and said to himself in a very regretful tone: "It's a pity, how can a good person die?" ”

There seems to be no other emotion on his face except pity, either he has a strong psychological quality, or the murderer is not him.

"Alright, let's sign here!" Su Ran put the notebook in front of Jiang Ningtao.

Jiang Ningtao naturally picked up his right hand and signed his name in the lower right corner.

He's not left-handed!

Could it be that the direction is wrong again?

He Yang stared at Jiang Ningtao, who was signing, and thought about it.

After Jiang Ningtao left, He Yang held another meeting.

"Jiang Ningtao, 55 years old, has been practicing medicine for 30 years, used to be the chief surgeon of cardiac surgery, and later left his job because of a failed operation and opened a small clinic outside, the deceased was a patient, and the last place he appeared before his death was Jiang Ningtao's private clinic."

Fang Jinan supported his cheek with one hand, looked at the clues on the whiteboard, and fell into deep thought.

After a while, he suddenly stood up excitedly, "I think there is something wrong with this Jiang Ningtao, he can't provide an alibi, and he was a cardiac surgeon before, and the deceased suffered from arrhythmia, maybe he was studying some secret experiment." ”

"Fang Jinan's conjecture is not unreasonable, but Jiang Ningtao is not left-handed." Su Ran pasted a photo of the surveillance screenshot signed by Jiang Ningtao on the whiteboard.

"Maybe he deliberately didn't let people suspect him, so he used his left hand to confuse us, and the untidy knife edge on the corpse shows that this person's left hand may not be very flexible, so the knife edge is rough."

Hearing this, He Yang nodded approvingly, "I think what Jin An said makes a little sense, we must find the murder weapon at present!" Jiang Ningtao is keeping an eye on it! ”