Forensic without kites

Chapter 114 Blood on the Nib (17)

When she was about to say something, she had already walked away.

When Wu Yuan came back wearing a pair of gloves, Aubai and Mo Bai had already begun to remove the books covering the dead man's head, and turned the dead man over.

Boccaccio's Decameron, Cervantes' Don Quixote, and Shakespeare's Macbeth are dropped from a pile of books onto white tiles.The cold wind was blowing, and the yellowed thin paper was swinging from side to side.

Aubai finally took all the books off the dead man's head, leaned against the bookshelf, and piled them together.

The two turned the body over together.

At this time, Mo Bai gasped: "Why didn't you see the wound, there is obviously bleeding."

But Ao Bai suddenly turned pale, and said with a trembling voice: "You, you... have you noticed that this corpse is very light, it seems not normal..."

"Hey, are you stupid? The deceased was a girl, and she was petite. It's not surprising that she is lighter."

Mo Bai was a little self-satisfied showing off his knowledge.

"Undress her."

Gu Jingnian, who was standing above with his hands behind his back, suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"...?"

Mo Bai and Aobai haven't reacted yet.

Wuyuan squatted down, her fragrant hair hanging down her cheeks, and her fingers wearing white gloves gently unbuttoned the clothes of the deceased.

Taking off a pink clean sweater, the dead man's two slender white arms were exposed.

Mo Bai didn't feel anything wrong.

Aubai, who didn't often see this kind of situation, turned red to the ears. He was just a gentle, a little shy, and a little rough criminal policeman. There were not many opportunities to come into contact with such corpses.At this moment, he actually felt some burning heat behind his ears, he hurriedly stood up, walked out, and stood next to Gu Jingnian.

"Che, Aobai, aren't you, what's the matter, it's normal, you're ashamed..."

Before Mo Bai could finish his ridicule, he saw that on the corpse, a cross-suture line stretched from the middle of the neck to the navel, neatly intertwined on the pale skin.And there is a lot of yellow fat in the gaps between the catgut, which is exposed to everyone along with the thread.

I don't know who cracked all the wall lamps on the head of the book lamp.

The strong incandescent light shone directly on the body of the deceased, and the ugly suture line slightly resting on the hard human skin was extremely dazzling in the strong light.

"vomit!"

Aubai finally turned his head to the other side and spat it out.

A smell of sour vomit hung in the air.

Gu Jingnian frowned his handsome sword eyebrows.

"Go. Go outside for a drink."

Obai complied, but the severe nausea in his throat forced him to bow his body to walk smoothly.

Wuyuan's forehead jumped, and said: "Deputy team, pass me my toolbox."

"Hey... okay."

A slender white hand gently lifted the small toolbox on the ground.

Gu Jingnian stopped beside her.Then he squatted down again, stretched out his hand to open the tool box, took out a pair of pointed surgical scissors from inside, and pressed it against the position where the dead man slightly touched the xiphoid process, but suddenly stopped moving.

He stared at the cross-shaped suture, and after a while, he said in a low voice with a faint voice: "It's a small triangular suture needle. The murderer used a small triangular suture needle to suture the deceased's chest."

Wu Yuan's heart skipped a beat, but when she turned her head, she saw his eyebrows drooping, the two rows of unusually thick and slender eyelashes flickering, and the words from his throat suddenly blurted out:

"The epidermis and fat tissue on the chest and abdomen are collapsing, and all the organs in her body have been hollowed out."

(End of this chapter)