You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

Beijing Municipal Bureau of Forensic Science, Forensic Identification Center.

The air pressure in the dissection room was frighteningly low, making it almost impossible to breathe.

The male corpse brought back from the abandoned meat processing plant was lying quietly on the cold stainless steel autopsy table.

Jiang Tingxue was wearing a white coat and a mask, her brows furrowed tightly.

Next to the autopsy table stood several bureau leaders and several senior forensic doctors.

"Xiao Jiang, the case is basically clear now."

A deputy director with a beer belly pointed to the evidence bag on the table, his tone carrying an unquestionable certainty.

"There was a suicide note at the scene. The handwriting analysis results just came back, and it is indeed the deceased's handwriting."

"High concentrations of cyanide were extracted from the gastric contents, which is consistent with the characteristics of suicide."

"Most importantly, look at his hands."

The deputy director picked up the deceased's stiff hand and showed it to everyone.

There were extremely thick, yellowish calluses on the joints of those fingers.

"The forensic experts have examined it. These calluses are only left by people who hold carving knives or scalpels for many years."

"The motive for the murder, the evidence at the scene, and the murder weapon all match up."

"Immediately issue the autopsy report and prepare to close the case. The higher-ups are watching closely, and the pressure from public opinion is too great. We need to give the public an explanation."

Several veteran forensic doctors nodded in agreement.

In their view, this was an irrefutable case with no room for reversal.

Jiang Tingxue's hand holding the scalpel trembled slightly.

She knew this wasn't the real killer!

The demon lurking in the darkness, the murderer who killed her father, is definitely not this ordinary man in front of her!

but.

As a forensic pathologist, she must speak with evidence.

Now, all the physical evidence points perfectly to this corpse.

Wen Zhonghai's forgery technique was so sophisticated that it was almost flawless.

"Deputy Director, I think there are still some suspicious points about this body. The scene seems too deliberately staged..."

Jiang Tingxue gritted her teeth, trying to make a final struggle.

"Suspicious points? What suspicious points?"

The deputy director grew impatient and raised his voice an octave.

"Solving cases requires a closed chain of evidence, not a woman's intuition!"

"Sign it now!"

Just as Jiang Tingxue was falling into deep despair.

The electronic door to the dissection room opened with a "beep".

Lin Chen, dressed casually in a black trench coat and carrying a warm cup of bubble tea, swaggered in.

"Who said the case was going to be closed?"

Lin Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it was as clear as thunder in the deathly silent autopsy room.

The deputy director frowned, and his face immediately darkened.

"Consultant Lin, this is a critical forensic facility. What are you doing here?"

Lin Chen completely ignored him.

He walked straight to Jiang Tingxue and forcefully shoved the milk tea in his hand into hers.

He casually ruffled her hair.

"Honey, have you hit a roadblock?"

Jiang Tingxue's eyes were slightly red as she held the milk tea, like a drowning person grasping at a straw.

"Honey, this body has calluses on its fingers, poison in its stomach, and a suicide note at the scene..."

"Wen Zhonghai has ruined everything."

Lin Chen let out a cold laugh.

"Did you do something stupid?"

"Even the dead must speak the truth before me."

Lin Chen walked to the disinfection cabinet next to him, took out a white coat and put it on.

Put on medical rubber gloves.

[God-level Forensic Expertise] and [God-level Biology Expertise] are instantly unlocked!

His demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation at that moment.

If he was a carefree young man just now, now he is a tyrant on the operating table who controls life and death!

Lin Chen didn't even glance at those so-called "ironclad evidences".

He picked up a sharp scalpel.

He strode over to the body's legs.

Without any hesitation, the blade precisely sliced ​​through the skin of the deceased's calf!

"What are you doing! Destroying the original appearance of the corpse!" The deputy director was shocked and shouted at Lin Chen.

Lin Chen didn't waste any words.

The knife cut deep, cleanly peeling away the muscle layer and revealing the stark white shinbone.

"Calluses can be transplanted, poison can be injected, and a will can be forced upon him."

Lin Chen used tweezers to point to several extremely small, almost invisible, dark gray marks on the periosteum of the deceased's lower leg.

"But the memory of the skeleton is absolutely unalterable."

Several veteran forensic doctors paused for a moment, then quickly gathered around, adjusted their reading glasses, and looked puzzled.

"What is this?"

Lin Chen raised his head, his eyes revealing absolute professional superiority.

This is called "stress microfracture".

"When the human body performs certain repetitive high-intensity movements over a long period of time, tiny stress damage will occur inside the bones."

"These kinds of marks are only found on tailors who operate sewing machines year-round, or on long-haul truck drivers who constantly grip the clutch!"

Lin Chen slammed the scalpel down into the stainless steel tray.

The sound was crisp and clear, resounding with a clear, resounding tone.

"A true bone sculptor needs to stand in front of the operating table for long periods of time."

"He has specific strain on his lumbar and cervical spine, and varicose veins in his lower limbs."

"But the spine of this body was very healthy, while the shinbone had this peculiar microcrack."

Lin Chen took off his gloves, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"This is not some kind of perverted artist at all!"

"This is just a tailor or a truck driver who was brought in to take the blame!"

"Submit this bone microscopic analysis report."

Lin Chen stared directly at the deputy director, exuding an aura of dominance and overwhelming pressure.

"Let's see who dares to say the case is closed now!"

The entire dissection room was deathly silent.

The veteran forensic doctors looked at each other, their backs soaked with cold sweat.

They've been forensic doctors their whole lives, and they still haven't figured out this deep-seated skeletal code!

The deputy director opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word for a long time. His face turned pale and then red, extremely embarrassed.

Jiang Tingxue held her milk tea and looked at Lin Chen standing in front of the dissection table.

His eyes were filled with undisguised admiration.