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Chapter 11 Concealment
Looking at Zhang Wentong's raised middle finger, I was very confused. I have seen dead bodies, but I have never seen such dead bodies. Is this fucking despising the world by death?
And Jin Ze handed my shroud to Miao Miao, and said at the same time: "Miao Miao, go back and test the blood on this clothes to see if it is Zhang Wentong's blood."

As soon as Jin Ze finished speaking, I immediately said: "How is it possible? Didn't you see that there was no blood on Zhang Wentong's body? He should not have been brutally murdered and died of blood loss, but was strangled or poisoned to death. And the blood on the shroud looks like It's like a fight, the two shouldn't be connected."

As I was talking, Miao Miao with a big butt suddenly turned her head to look at me. To be honest, she looks so good-looking, I was a little embarrassed to look at her.But the way she looked at me was very disdainful, even mocking, which made me very puzzled.

Just wondering why she looked down on me, Miao Miao suddenly turned Zhang Wentong's body over, and when I saw Zhang Wentong's back, my scalp went numb and I couldn't help shivering, at the same time I also understand why Miaomiao disdains me so much.

I saw a hole opened on the upper left side of Zhang Wentong's back. This hole was bigger than an adult's fist, and it was quite deep. One can imagine how much blood flowed from here.In other words, my inference just now was completely nonsense. As a forensic doctor, Miao Miao naturally sneered at me. It's so fucking embarrassing, I want to dig a hole to get in.

And Miao Miao pointed to the hole on Zhang Wentong's back, and said, "The deceased Zhang Wentong should have died within half an hour, but he should have been injured an hour ago. The murderer cut open his back with a murder weapon." A hole was opened, and this location happened to be Zhang Wentong's heart. The murderer's knife skills are extremely proficient, and he should be proficient in anatomy. Although Zhang Wentong's heart is still in the body, the blood vessels around the heart have been cut open, and all this They were all done when Zhang Wentong was alive, and Zhang Wentong had his heart vessels cut off while he was still alive, and at the same time he lost a lot of blood and died."

Seeing what Miaomiao said, my whole scalp was numb, and I felt like I was about to suffocate, I couldn't suppress it.I think this murderer is too perverted. I really don't know how much Zhang Wentong has against him to torture Zhang Wentong like this.

But soon I felt that something was wrong. Since the murderer had killed Zhang Wentong in such a way, Zhang Wentong must have struggled, so why did he give the middle finger?
Could it be that Zhang Wentong didn't feel the pain, but enjoyed the process?Or is it that he is not afraid of death, even if he is dead, he still despises the murderer?

I was thinking about it, and suddenly thought of something, so I immediately said: "I see that this place is very clean, there is no blood on Zhang Wentong's body except for the hole. Could this not be the crime scene, but another crime scene?"

As soon as I finished speaking, Miao Miao glanced at me and said, "You have seen it all."

At first I was quite excited, the forensic doctor Leng Aomei with big ass talked to me and recognized me, but soon I felt that her tone was not right, she seemed to be sarcasm, and then I understood, everyone should Everyone knows that this is not the scene of the crime, only a layman like me thinks this is a big discovery.

Sure enough, He Ping came to Jin Ze's side soon, and said to Jin Ze: "About an hour ago, I suddenly received a call from Dr. Zhang. He told me that he had important information to report to me, and told me to go to He looked for him in his office. So I went to his office immediately, but when I got there, I found a lot of blood at the scene. I thought that was the scene of the crime. Dr. Zhang was brutally killed there before he gave me specific information. So I immediately called Miao Miao, and called the police, and we quickly found Zhang Wentong's home, where we also saw Zhang Wentong's body that had been disposed of, which you also know in Jinze just now."

Jin Ze nodded and said, "It seems that we are still one step behind. The murderer is always one step ahead of us. Zhang Wentong must have discovered something, but the murderer does not want his discovery to be exposed to our police."

After finishing speaking, Jin Ze turned his head and looked at me, as if he was talking about me. This made me feel very uncomfortable. I was already very depressed, so I couldn't help but said to him: "Don't keep doubting me, okay?" Well, Doctor Zhang said before he died that I am a normal person, even if I really have sleepwalking, I cannot possibly have the conditions to kill someone."

But after I finished speaking, I felt that I was shooting myself in the foot, because Zhang Wentong died after appraising me, and before he died, he notified the police that he had found something, which made my words sound It's a bit like there is no silver 300 taels here, anyway, it's a very pale excuse.

I saw everyone looking at me in silence, and this feeling of being lost and helpless was really hard to bear.

Suddenly I thought of the call Zhang Wentong made to me just now, so I seemed to grasp the last straw, and hurriedly said to Jin Ze: "By the way, the phone, Zhang Wentong called me just now, You also heard, how can a dead person make a phone call? This Zhang Wentong himself may have problems, and you can’t trust him completely, and you have to check him. As a pervert, it is not ruled out to sacrifice yourself to achieve a certain purpose. Possibility. If Zhang Wentong is with the murderer, it is also possible for him to kill me and confuse your police through his own death! What's more, who knows that he is really dead? That call to me what's going on?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw a strange gleam in Jin Ze's eyes. He looked at me and said, "Chen Mu, I have to say that your ideas are really crazy, perverted enough."

I was speechless, I was just trying to clear myself up.

But Jin Ze paused, and then continued: "But the possibility you said also exists. Of course, it must be true that Zhang Wentong died. After all, the body is here. As for the voice on the phone, I think it should be the murderer." Before he died, let him record it."

After finishing speaking, Jin Ze said to Miao Miao again: "Miao Miao, when you came here just now, you took a photo of the first scene, please show me, and I will see if there are any photos left when we didn't move the scene here." Any other clues."

Miao Miao handed a video camera to Jinze, and Jinze began to look through it, and he happened to be beside me, so I couldn't help but move my head towards it.

The scene in the photo is similar to the one in front of me, except that Zhang Wentong's body has been moved, so there is nothing useful, so Jinze rummaged quickly and found nothing special.

And when I saw one of the photos, my eyes suddenly lit up, and I really found something wrong.

The left hand of Zhang Wentong's corpse in front of him is stretched out, but in the photo, Zhang Wentong's left hand is clenched, and he is not just making a fist, but making a gesture similar to "six".

That's right, Zhang Wentong's left hand gesture is the word 'six'.

Thinking of six, and then my brain suddenly seemed to be opened up, and it opened up in an instant.

Zhang Wentong is gesturing, his left hand is six, and the raised middle finger on his right hand may not represent contempt, but the number 'one'!
That's right, the left hand is six and the right hand is one!

Just thinking of this, I almost laughed, so I couldn't help muttering: "Nie Ma, what the hell is it, it's very six plus one?"

When I finished speaking, Miao Miao and He Ping looked at me, not knowing what I was talking about.

And Jin Ze also discovered this at this time, he immediately looked at Zhang Wentong's left hand, then frowned and said, "Liuheyi, what exactly does Zhang Wentong want to convey?"

But my whole train of thought had already been cleared up, and I immediately said, "No, it should not be six and one, it should be 61!"

Kanazawa and the others all looked at me, and for a while I became the focus here.

But I looked directly at He Ping and the others, and asked, "Who, who touched Zhang Wentong's left hand just now? His hand was held, but now it is extended."

Soon He Ping, with a Chinese face, said, "It's me."

Then I suddenly raised the volume, and said to him in an interrogating tone: "Well, He Ping, it turns out that you are the one who hides the deepest. Tell me, what are you trying to hide?"

(End of this chapter)