Early the next morning, Ling Feng rushed into the forensic office on the basement floor in a hurry.

A man in a long black trench coat was sitting on his lap, flipping through the materials on the table with one hand, and holding a mug in the other, the white and delicate ceramics set off his slender fingers more elegantly, and I didn't know that he thought he was tasting the sharp shoots growing on the thousand-year-old tea tree that gathered the aura of heaven and earth. Actually, it's nothing more than instant black coffee with nothing special about it.

"Coming back?" Ling Feng was obviously a little dissatisfied, "We are busy working here, you are good, you ran out alone, and took a three-day long vacation in one go." Ling Feng highlighted the words "three-day long vacation", and his tone was full of envy, jealousy and hatred. It is not easy for them to get a good night's sleep, let alone a vacation, which is still a three-day vacation.

The man tilted his head, and his gaze swept lightly at Ling Feng, as if he had said hello. His face was pale and thin, angular, as if he had not seen the sun for a long time, and his deep pupils were like ancient wells that could illuminate human figures. If Ling Feng's gentleness and elegance have a sense of comfort like a spring breeze, Wen Qiao is his opposite. He is like a vampire hiding in the dark night, holding a sharp scalpel and keeping company with corpses, blood, and death. He will cut open the flesh little by little, look at you carefully from head to toe, he can pry open the mouth of a dead man, he will know what your last meal will be, he will know what your brain looks like, he will know your hidden diseases that cannot see the light, and he will know your deepest and most unseeable little secrets. Not only that, but he will also announce these secret things to the world, and the ins and outs must not be missed in the slightest, and they will be written into the most authoritative reports and kept for ten or twenty years, unless everyone in this world forgets your existence.

"First of all, I did not take a leave of absence, but a compensatory leave, which is my legitimate right. Secondly, it's not that I can't transfer without me, and I always have to give those new interns a chance to grow. Wen Qiao said lightly.

"Okay, okay," Ling Feng didn't bother to argue with him, "You know about yesterday's case, right?" ”

"Isn't the case closed?" He didn't lift his head.

"The suspect is dead!" Ling Feng gritted his teeth and said, he had never been accustomed to Wen Qiao's indifference to life, whether he was holding a scalpel or a magnifying glass in his hand, whether it was a corpse or a handwriting fingerprint, there seemed to be no difference in his eyes. "It may be more just to treat people as things and things as people." Ling Feng couldn't stand his crooked reasoning and heresy, and always liked to raise the bar with him from time to time, but in terms of professionalism, Wen Qiao was impeccable.

There was another reason why Ling Feng was secretly competing with him: Wen Qiao was only one year older than him, and he could be counted according to his position rating, but he was one level higher than him, the captain. Since Ling Feng joined the Yunhe City Criminal Investigation Detachment, he has been conscientious and conscientious, and with amazing perseverance and meticulous cracking, he has cracked several major criminal cases, and only then was he exceptionally promoted to the youngest criminal investigation captain in the history of Yunhe City. But his record had not been able to hold for a few months before a deputy director of the forensic office was parachuted. I heard from a colleague in the archives department that this person has a lot of legendary experience on his resume, but no matter how much credit and medals he has received, after all, he has not seen to be believing, and he has crushed himself as soon as he comes up, and no one can be convinced.

"I know." He closed the report he had been looking at just now and handed it to Ling Feng: "Xiao Jiang has done a preliminary autopsy, I have seen it, the theory is detailed, the calculation is accurate, there is no problem." ”

Ling Feng put away his emotions, took the report and read it carefully.

Zhao Xiaoqing died suddenly in the interrogation room, and the forensic doctor Jiang Rong happened to be on duty at the time and was able to rush over as soon as possible. But before she could do anything, Zhao Xiaoqing fell into a deep coma, her heart stopped, and she was unable to return to the sky. Jiang Rong was about to come to the video of the interrogation again, observing Zhao Xiaoqing's condition before the onset of the disease, covering her head and eyes and screaming in pain, accompanied by vomiting. In the end, she came to an incredible conclusion - Zhao Xiaoqing may have died of ruptured cardiovascular and cerebrovascular vessels caused by high blood pressure, and hyperacute cerebral hemorrhage caused an increase in intracranial pressure, which almost instantly put her into a coma. Considering that it was already early in the morning, Jiang Rong did not have the confidence to complete the craniotomy alone, so she did a head CT for her first, and sure enough, a large amount of bleeding was found on the CT photos.

"But how old is Zhao Xiaoqing this year, how can he have a history of high blood pressure!" Ling Feng couldn't believe it.

Wen Qiao disagreed: "Is this your preconception?" Think you won't get geriatric diseases at a young age? ”

"It's not." Ling Feng suddenly lost his confidence, the most taboo thing in investigating a case was preconceived, which he naturally knew best. "However, even if her blood pressure spiked at that time, causing an acute cerebral hemorrhage, she would not have had such a violent reaction." Ling Feng still felt that Zhao Xiaoqing's death was too strange.

"Oh, her eyes are bleeding! Aren't you paying attention? Ling Feng added.

"It's that you're so rare and weird. High blood pressure does cause arterial vascular abnormalities, leading to damage and bleeding of retinal blood vessels in the fundus. Wen Qiao remained unmoved.

Ling Feng paced back and forth in the forensic office, trying his best to find some questions: "Okay, what about Gao Liqun's autopsy?" Did you find any problems? ”

"No, the cause of his death was more direct and clean. What's more, wasn't the camera recorded it clearly when he was killed? Wen Qiao still has no emotion, like a diner who comments on the chef's skills.

Ling Feng suddenly calmed down, and analyzed the problem when he couldn't find a problem: "But why did he walk up to Zhao Xiaoqing and wait for her to cut his throat with a knife, isn't he afraid of death?" Why didn't he resist? Zhao Xiaoqing has no grievances with him, why did he kill him in such a brutal way? ”

"You said that the direct cause of Zhao Xiaoqing's death was a cerebral hemorrhage caused by a spike in blood pressure, but I have never seen such a violent cerebral hemorrhage that can kill people almost instantly. Her injuries were more like hemorrhages caused by someone who had been violently hit in the head with extreme violence, but it was clear that there were only three of us present at the time, and no one had touched her at all. ”

Wen Qiao suddenly paused when he heard his words, and his face finally had some light, and a strange look flashed in his eyes: "I want to watch the video of Zhao Xiaoqing's interrogation last night." ”

Wen Qiao followed Ling Feng to the technical group, and brought up yesterday's video to start looking. Ling Feng stood behind him and watched it a few times, silently waiting for him to express his opinion. Wen Qiao just sat upright with an expressionless face, and Ling Feng finally couldn't help but ask, "How is it?" ”

Wen Qiao touched his nose, suddenly turned his face and asked Ling Feng, "Is this person your sister?" He asked, pointing to the policewoman sitting next to Ling Feng in the surveillance video. His voice was not loud, but the people in the room heard it clearly, and they all looked at Ling Ling who was standing aside. Ling Ling was suddenly called by his name, and suddenly became a little nervous.

"How do you know?" Ling Feng was a little dissatisfied, he always answered the wrong questions.

"Because the two of you are alike." Wen Qiao said: "It's not that they look alike, but some similarities in behavior, temperament and habits. ”

"Who the hell are you looking for?" Ling Feng was a little dissatisfied, daring Wen Qiao actually studied the two of them as criminal suspects.

"She'll subconsciously imitate you." Wen Qiao continued, he looked at Ling Feng, "You didn't notice that when you interrogated criminal suspects, you would often raise your voice and call them by name?" ”

"What's wrong with that?" Ling Feng still didn't understand what he meant by saying this.

"But Zhao Xiaoqing didn't say a word, and you can't do anything about her. So, your sister...... What's your name? Wen Qiao's cold gaze suddenly shot straight at Ling Ling like a sharp sword, and she couldn't help but snort.

"My name is Ling Ling." Ling Ling whispered.

"Therefore, your sister will take over from you to ask Zhao Xiaoqing questions, and she will involuntarily call Zhao Xiaoqing's name during this period."

"What exactly do you want to say?"

"The two of you kept calling her name one after another, and at last she began to call her name as hard as she could, which reminded me of a ritual."

"What ritual?" Everyone looked at each other suspiciously.

"Exorcism." Wen Qiao looked at Ling Feng with a smile, he seemed to anticipate what reaction would happen next.

"What are you kidding?" Ling Feng was really a little angry. "It's been a long time, are you deliberately teasing me?"

Wen Qiao ignored him and continued: "In the exorcism ritual, the most important part is to ask the name of the possessed devil. Once the names of the devils are known, the priest is able to expel them from human bodies. And before Zhao Xiaoqing died, it was you who called her name over and over again. He stared at Ling Ling as if she was the murderer of Zhao Xiaoqing.

"Enough!" Ling Feng interrupted him angrily.

Ling Ling thought of Zhao Xiaoqing's two bloody eyes, and suddenly his hairs stood on end, and he couldn't help but tremble, and in the face of Wen Qiao's "accusation", he subconsciously wanted to deny it: "I...... No...... It's not ......" She stumbled and thought while arguing, and finally said a complete sentence: "No, she's not a devil, isn't she Zhao Xiaoqing herself?" Besides, even if I call her name, how can I do it, there are several people who have interrogated Zhao Xiaoqing before, and they have all called her name! ”

"What's the devil, you mean to make trouble, right?" Ling Feng said.

"I didn't say there really was a devil," Wen Qiao suddenly changed his words. "That's just a metaphor. Most of the exorcisms that have occurred in history have been patients with psychological or spiritual problems. Constrained by the level of medical technology at that time, people handed over the right to interpret things that they could not understand to religion and sought spiritual comfort, and the emergence of such absurdities can be said to be an inevitable in the process of historical development. ”

"I've been talking about names just now. Religious exorcism starts with knowing the name of the demon, why is that? Because a person's name is the most concise and powerful symbol of self-knowledge, and the same is true for the devil. The devil is a hidden lesion in the depths of human consciousness, and only by first determining the identity can we prescribe the right medicine. ”

"From this point of view, exorcism is not unfounded." Wen Qiao concluded.

Ling Feng listened, reluctantly accepted Wen Qiao's argument, and said along his train of thought, "Do you think Zhao Xiaoqing has schizophrenia?" Two personalities appeared in her body, and one of them wanted to drive Zhao Xiaoqing's personality out, so he called her name over and over again before dying. ”

"A person only says his or her name when he introduces himself, but this is usually just one time. If it is called over and over again, then the person whose name is called must not be in front of you. ”

"I think she might have been hypnotized!" Ling Ling said suddenly, Wen Qiao's words gave her inspiration, and she instantly thought of the psychiatrists in TV and movies who could manipulate other people's actions with a snap of their fingers. "This can explain why Zhao Xiaoqing killed Gao Liqun, who had no grievances with her."

Wen Qiao said: "I'm not a psychologist, so I can't answer your questions. He paused, then said, "However, I'm a forensic doctor, and now I think I should examine the bodies of these two men more closely." ”