Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 550 Ambiguity
After Ren Guoqing left with Wen Zhao and Xiao Ming, Chen Shu helped Zhu Li tidy up the office and dissection room.

Even though it was only used for one night, several grown men worked, ate, and slept inside, so it was impossible for it not to be chaotic.

The cigarette butts on the floor alone were enough to fill two dustpans for Chen Shu to sweep up. After cleaning the office, Chen Shu went to the anatomy lab to lend Julie a hand.

Upon entering, I saw a graceful figure standing beside the dissection table, her upper body bent over as she wiped herself. A gentle breeze blew in as the door opened, causing her skirt to flutter lightly, revealing her long, snow-white legs standing tall and elegantly beside the bed.

From Chen Shu's perspective, one can vaguely see the curves of her full hips.

I have to admit, she's a woman with quite a lot to offer.

"Chen Shu, what are you daydreaming about?" After wiping the dissection table, Zhu Li got up and took a rag to rub in a transparent plastic basin filled with water.

Two slender, fair hands moved deftly in the basin, and coupled with the mature woman's curvaceous figure, Chen Shu realized he might be having impure thoughts. He bit his tongue, forcibly pulling his attention back to reality.

"It's nothing. I'll come over here to see if there's anything else I need to do after I finish cleaning the office. Hmm." Chen Shu walked closer to Zhu Li, preparing to reply with a few words while trying to appear calm, but unexpectedly, he smelled a pleasant scent, like perfume, like sandalwood, and even more like a woman's unique, subtle body fragrance.

The only downside was that it had a hint of formaldehyde in it.

"Ah, even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman," Chen Shu sighed inwardly. He hadn't had such close contact with a woman in a long time. Especially in the years since graduating and starting work at the grassroots level, he was either working overtime or on duty, and continuous combat was the norm, leaving him with absolutely no personal time.

According to veteran officers at the station, they spend more time with other male officers than with their wives! There are endless calls, countless cases to process, and a constant stream of suspects to apprehend. However, there are advantages: the officers handling cases are genuinely unlikely to cheat or be unfaithful. The main problem is simply lack of time; they can barely manage one, let alone two or three?
If Chen Shu hadn't been transferred to the special police this year, working in a city police station like Zhongshan, he really wouldn't have had a single moment to spend on romance.

To be honest, although he was feeling a bit lethargic after staying up all night, Chen Shu was still enjoying the moment. So at this moment, he couldn't help himself and reached out to brush the hair from Julie's forehead behind her ear.

"Book"

This sudden ambiguity caught Julie off guard. She lowered her eyes, her long, thick eyelashes concealing the panicked yet somewhat delighted look in them.

The two stood very close, their breaths mingling, filling the room with a slightly intimate atmosphere. Perhaps it was because she hadn't experienced the stimulation and nourishment of male hormones in so long, but Julie felt her heart racing and her cheeks burning hot.

Seeing this, Chen Shu couldn't help but exclaim, "Julie, you are really beautiful."

Women adorn themselves to please themselves.

Julie raised her eyes cautiously to meet his gaze, only to see Chen Shu's brows furrowed in an admiring smile, his obsidian-like eyes fixed on her.

Aside from the dissection room serving as a backdrop, which was somewhat inappropriate, given the number of corpses that had been stabbed there.

"Jingle Bell!"

Julie's phone rang, instantly shattering the hormonally charged, ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

Both of them froze for a moment, as if waking from a dream. Then Julie reacted first, took her phone out of her bag, pressed the answer button, and said softly, "Hello? Dad, what's up?"

Julie's tone was gentle and sweet, completely different from her usual decisive work style.

Chen Shuting, being a family member of Zhu Li, moved to the side to continue tidying up the room, making a lot of noise, in order to avoid suspicion.

After Julie finished her call, the atmosphere returned to normal, and the two smiled at each other.

Time flew by, and it was almost noon. The two of them worked together, chatting as they cleaned the autopsy room. Afterward, Julie asked Chen Shu to help carry a white plastic bucket from the corner to a small storage room in the next office. She said the bucket contained prepared formalin solution, used to soak and fix the tissues and organs inside the bodies involved in the case, as evidence for future investigation.

Julie turned off the lights and closed the door. She took a stack of forms to the office next door, sat down at the computer, and started working on the autopsy report while reviewing the records and photos taken by the camera.

After getting to know her for a while, Chen Shu realized that in addition to her outstanding skills, Zhu Li also had a remarkable track record, far beyond the stereotypical image of a privileged young official. Within the forensic field, she was considered a highly capable and experienced fighter.

For example, when estimating the deceased's age, Julie simply filled in "60 years old," decisive and showing considerable confidence. Some forensic doctors, however, to avoid errors, usually provide a range, such as 55-65 years old.

Naturally, the narrower the scope given, the more solid the forensic doctor's skills will be.

Chen Shu pulled out a chair and sat down behind Zhu Li, ready to observe and learn from her.

"Julie, are you really that confident in your assessment of the age of the corpse? Shouldn't there be some margin of error or margin of error?"

As Julie typed on her keyboard, she casually replied, "These are basic skills for forensic doctors. They can be used to assess tooth wear, bone suture healing, and the degree of organ failure. In actual case investigations, multiple identification methods are used for different samples, and then cross-comparisons are performed to improve the accuracy of the identification."

"Well, for adults, the pubic symphysis is the most accurate. For minors, you can look at the development of the wrist bones. If you don't mind the extra work, doing it a few more times will be fine. The error won't be more than two years. These things aren't as complicated as you think; they all follow a very strong pattern."

She spoke with remarkable fluency, clearly demonstrating that this knowledge was ingrained in Julie's very being.

Chen Shu listened attentively and then tried to remember this knowledge.

So engrossed in the listening, I moved a little too close.

Julie gave a gentle push and politely refused, "The odor molecules on a rotting corpse are very fat-soluble. I accidentally got some on my hair last night during the autopsy. It doesn't smell good. Why don't you go sit over at the conference table for a while? I'll finish my report soon."

Knowing that women are naturally fond of beauty and unwilling to casually reveal their less attractive side.

Although Chen Shu didn't smell anything unpleasant, he still understood and moved a chair to sit at the conference table to wait.

With nothing else to do, Chen Shu flipped through some case files on the table.

"The headless floating corpse case"

Suspect: Zhao Zhiguo, male, 45 years old, unemployed.

Previous convictions: In 2003, he was sentenced to death for rape in the first instance; the following year, the second instance found the facts to be consistent with the first instance, and sentenced him to death with a two-year reprieve; in 2022, the retrial overturned the original verdict and acquitted him.

Victim: Nie Chaofan, male, 60 years old, retired. Before retirement, he served as the deputy captain of the pre-trial brigade of the Maping District Branch of the Dongzhou Public Security Bureau, and was nicknamed "Detective Nie".

"Hey."

After looking at just a few pages of personnel information, Chen Shu was already certain of his earlier suspicions: this was a revenge killing case triggered by a wrongful conviction.

With a long sigh, Chen Shu lowered his head and continued to flip through the case files.

(End of this chapter)