"It's hard work, you go and rest."

In the wee hours of the morning, when people are most likely to get sleepy, the train's driver and co-driver usually drive in shifts.

There is a rest room in the cockpit, and the co-pilot was about to get up to give up his position, when he suddenly noticed a black and unidentified object on the railroad track in front of him!

"There's someone in orbit!"

The driver quickly sounded the continuous whistle to warn, and the co-driver immediately cooperated with the emergency braking.

But it's too late!

Due to the influence of curves and visibility, when the train starts to brake urgently, the distance between the car and the person is only a few hundred meters. And this 100 kilometers per hour freight train has a maximum braking station of 1,400 meters, and tragedy is inevitable!

Both drivers turned their heads and couldn't bear to look at them, only to feel a slight jolt in the carriage, and it took about a few dozen seconds before the train came to a complete stop.

"Uncle Wang, I don't dare to go." The co-pilot is a young man who has just started his career, and he has never encountered an accident lying on the rails, so he was so frightened that his hands and feet were weak, and he was covered in cold sweat.

"You kid be brave, you'll have to face it sooner or later, let's go together." After the driver called a nearby station, he asked the attendant to find two pairs of gloves, rolled up his sleeves and got off the train.

According to the regulations, after an accident, the driver or co-driver needs to get off the train to check, find the body of the person lying on the rails, pile it on the side of the road, and then drive away, and wait for the nearest station to come and deal with the follow-up.

However, the deaths of people hit by trains are often extremely bloody, which is a major psychological test for drivers.

"Don't be afraid, Uncle Wang is old and has poor eyesight, it's all up to you to wait a minute. The first time I met someone lying on the rails, I couldn't find that person's head for a long time, and I couldn't find it for more than an hour, so I had no choice but to go back first. Uncle Wang chattered as he walked.

"Damn, I found out later that I was actually caught on the wheel, and I found out when I got back to the station......"

"Don't talk about Uncle Wang......"

The co-pilot walked out of the car with a pale face and trembling legs, but when the white light of the flashlight hit the pool of blood in the stump of his body, he could no longer control it.

"Gross!"

Qinglong City, Public Security Bureau, mortuary.

Under the guidance of Yang Bolin, Zhu Jiangjiang skillfully stitched the last stitch on the body that had completed the autopsy, and saw Lin Zihan pushing a body and hurriedly walked in.

"Dr. Yang, the captain said that the case of the Donglin Hotel will be put aside first, and you will see if there is a way to find out the identity of the deceased."

Because of his age, Yang Bolin rarely goes to the scene, and generally assigns forensic doctors from other police stations to collect evidence, and transfers vicious cases or cases with technical difficulties to him.

As soon as the body bag was opened, a thick smell of blood rushed to the nostrils.

It was a mutilated female corpse, with her clothes intact, her head missing, the muscles and bones of her neck crumpled together, and the blood vessels and throats were clearly visible.

"The deceased died lying on the rails at about three o'clock in the morning, and the captain was still at the scene trying to find her head, and we sent it over as soon as he found it." Lin Zihan handed over the on-site information to Yang Bolin and left.

"Judging by the liver temperature and the corpse spots, the time of death of the deceased was around three to three and a half. There was a large amount of blood splattered on the tracks, indicating that the deceased was alive before being run over by the train. Yang Bolin lowered his head and flipped through the on-site materials.

"The body had multiple abrasions and burns from different time periods all over its body, large bruises on its chest, and obvious callus could be felt on the ulna of its left arm, which should have been subjected to violence for a long time."

Zhu Jiangjiang, with the help of another intern, Da Long, picked up the camera and recorded the traces one by one.

After they finished the basic work, Yang Bolin stepped forward to inspect it and began to dissect it.

"The deceased had a silicone prosthesis in his chest, pulmonary edema caused by parenchymal hemorrhage, a fractured sixth rib, and not much pleural effusion."

"In addition to the ulna of the left arm, both wrist joints, and the right ankle joint have hyperplasia, calcification of the meniscus, old injuries, and a history of childbirth."

Yang Bolin narrated quickly, Zhu Jiangjiang handed the camera to Dalong, and he was responsible for filling in the form and recording.

"It's so cruel, how miserable this woman usually is. It looks like those cases of domestic violence, did she not stand the domestic violence so she committed suicide? Dalong couldn't help but say.

"No way. With such a severe lung contusion, it was difficult for her to breathe, let alone walk to the train tracks on her own. Zhu Jiangjiang shook her head, regarding the identity of the deceased, she felt that she could start with the old injury.

"Judging from the ulna of the deceased, she should have received formal treatment, and it is inferred that the healing degree of the callus should be about a year ago, and you can investigate with major hospitals to see if there is a relevant medical history."

"I've already sent fingerprints and DNA samples to the first team." Dalong hurriedly added.

Yang Bolin has always liked to let students express their opinions, so he nodded when he heard this.

"Is there any other way to find out the identity of the headless dead?"

Zhu Jiangjiang frowned, and when he saw Yang Bolin glancing at the tray next to him, he immediately reacted, "Chest prosthesis?" ”

Zhu Jiangjiang picked up a pale yellow water balloon and looked at the shadowless lamp carefully, and sure enough, he found a string of English letters and codes on the back of the prosthesis.

"The code is recorded and sent to a team, and as long as it is done in a regular hospital, the record can be found." Yang Bolin smiled.

The rest of the morning was very busy, and it should have been very tired, but Zhu Jiangjiang ate absent-mindedly at lunch at noon-

Time is running out, today is August 12th, I don't know if the August 13th seen in the dream is the time when the victim meets the "white lover" killer, or the day he was killed?

"The rice is in the nose, Zhu Jiangjiang." Shi Chong sat down opposite her with a smile, pulled his collar, and ate it in a big gulp.

It was hot outside, his messy short hair was wet, and sweat was dripping down his healthy wheat-colored skin.

"The head found?" Zhu Jiangjiang's eyes lit up.

"Not yet. Looking at the traces, it should have fallen into the river and been washed away by the Yushan River, and people have been asked to find it along the river. Thanks to your efforts, the identity of the deceased has been found. Lin Zihan is going to bring her husband over now, and I will have dinner and then fight with him. Shi Chong grinned.

Seeing that Shi Chong was in a good mood, Zhu Jiangjiang also asked him about the progress of Wang Manli's case by the way, but what he got was not good news.

"We questioned the driver who took Wang Manli home that day, and it turned out that Wang Manli got off the bus halfway because of a quarrel with him, not because he made an appointment, he was afraid that the platform would punish him and did not tell the truth." As soon as Wang Manli's case was mentioned, Shi Chong's face collapsed.

"There are four intersections near where Wang Manli's mobile phone signal disappeared, two of which can lead to the murderer's familiar activity area, and we have no other clues now, so we can only check the surveillance near these two intersections one by one."

"If you look at this, can you tell what kind of car it is?" Zhu Jiangjiang couldn't help but show the dashboard drawn in the memo to Shi Chong.

"Looks like ...... Car? ”

Shi Chongzheng wanted to shake his head, looking at Zhu Jiangjiang's expectant little eyes, he could only think hard about the simple six lines in the picture.

"You see that the arc of these two lines is relatively round, and this circle should be a window for viewing rather than a wheel, and it looks more like a new car." The more Shi Chong reasoned, the more he felt that he had guessed correctly.

"It's me who took the liberty of eating slowly." Zhu Jiangjiang was speechless.