I'm only five years old, how come I've become the military region's darling?

Zhang Ning looked down at the little guy, having already heard that Xing Yong had taken someone else's daughter and was raising her himself.

To be honest, her little face and her short, stocky proportions are quite cute. I heard there are some interesting stories about her in the technical department. These are things that Xiao Dong usually gossips about when he comes back. Zhang Ning watched the little guy blinking and blinking.

He handed over the stack of photos, asking, "What did you see?"

Xing Yong glanced down at the photo. The camera that the forensic doctor usually used wasn't this clear. It was obviously Zhang Ning's personal item. Her family was well-off and could afford such imported goods.

Xiaochun examined the photos carefully, looking at several more. After a while, she pointed intently at the top photo of the stitched-up heart and said, "This is different."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ning lowered her head and picked up the photo. The stitched-up heart was a minor obsession of Xiao Dong. "Compared to other internal organs, this heart did indeed have messy and repeated incisions, uneven cutting force, and multiple puncture marks. From my perspective, this kind of repeated violent damage to a certain organ is a specific kind of psychological catharsis."

Zhang Ning calmly analyzed the situation, then looked up at the little guy with some curiosity, noting his good observation skills.

Xiao Chun stared at her with bright eyes, nodding frantically in her heart. Yes, yes, the forensic doctor Zhang was practically her mouth double, but she missed one thing.

"Forensic Doctor Zhang, this one looks different from the others. How did the murderer stab him?"

Zhang Ning examined the photo carefully, then suddenly froze for a second. "Wait a minute. Xiao Dong, go and bring Qin Dahai's body out."

Instantly, the temperature in the entire autopsy room dropped several degrees. When Zhang Ning opened the body bag, Niu Qiaobao's hair stood on end and he covered Xiao Chun's eyes with his hand.

The little guy curiously pried open Niu Qiaobao's fingers and saw through the gap that Zhang Ning easily pried open Qin Dahai's chest and was rummaging around inside.

"Ugh—" Niu Qiaobao couldn't hold it in any longer and turned his head to vomit. "I really, really can't take it anymore."

Zhang Ning seemed unfazed, looking at Xing Yong with a hint of mockery in her eyes, "Next time you can come by yourself. Their presence only increases Xiao Dong's workload."

Xing Yong's lips twitched, and he turned around to see Niu Qiaobao and the others. "That's not necessarily true. The little guy didn't throw up."

Zhang Ning chuckled and took off her gloves. "You're pretty ruthless, but we also owe it to this little girl. I overlooked something before: the wounds on the other parts of the body were at a fixed angle, the force was intermittent, and they all leaned to one side. I initially judged that the killer used his left hand, but I overlooked the heart because of the messy knife wound. This was the right hand. I suspect that the killer wasn't left-handed, but rather that his right hand was injured before."

Is your right hand injured?

Xing Yong suddenly remembered that Gao Aiqin had said that Qin Dahai had a conflict with someone half a month ago and his face was scratched.

"Thank you, I'll treat you to dinner sometime."

Xing Yong scooped Xiao Chun up and headed outside. Zhang Ning smiled as she watched his retreating figure.

"Teacher, you seem very happy?" Xiao Dong rarely saw Zhang Ning smile like this, so he found it quite novel.

Zhang Ning calmly pointed at the corpse, "Next time you sew it up, study properly. Even a child could spot the problem, why didn't you?"

Xiao Dong's grin vanished instantly.

"Captain Xing, is that the waiter who can't speak?"

"Who?" Niu Qiaobao asked in surprise.

"The only one in the restaurant with an injured right hand was that old lady. She almost fell when that man pushed her that day. I remember she was holding her right hand while she was holding onto the table."

"Qin Yuezheng, you and Niu Qiaobao go to Sun Cuihua's hometown. I'll take Xiao Chen back to the Shengli Hotel."

After saying that, everyone left, and Xiaochun was put on a bicycle by Xing Yong and taken directly to the Victory Hotel.

As noon approached, the sun was blazing, and the ground was so hot that even the yellow dogs on the roadside were jumping around.

The doors of the Victory Hotel were tightly shut. "Captain Xing, I'll open the door."

As soon as he pushed open the door, Xing Yong's eyes flashed sharply, and he quickly ran inside, "Ouch, ouch."

Xiao Chun ran over and saw that the restaurant owner was being pinned to the ground by Xiao Chen, his face completely distorted by the pressure.

"Officer, I just came back to tidy up and get ready to start a business."

Xing Yong looked down at his boss and asked, "Didn't you say you were going back to your hometown to rest?"

The boss had a sheepish smile on his honest face. "My wife is worried about the money, that's why she told me to come back quickly."

"Captain Xing, I don't want to come back to work either, but if I don't come back soon, you don't know how bad the rumors are going to be. They're saying our shop sells human flesh, isn't that a lie? I think I'd better hurry back to do business, otherwise I'll lose my job."

The Victory Hotel is a public-private partnership hotel that is permitted to be piloted under national policy, so the owner's eagerness is understandable.

Xing Yong looked at him. "Is Sun Cuihua from the same village as you?"

The boss's honest face showed a hint of confusion. "Yes, Captain Xing, what happened? What did she do?"

Xiaochun, who had been standing to the side, looked up at the honest-looking boss who was being questioned, her face tilted back like a little dog's nose twitching from time to time.

"Young man, the kitchen is dirty and there are knives, you can't touch things like that."

Xiaochun frowned and ignored him. She hadn't received any notifications when she walked around here last time, but for some reason, a system notification popped into her head when she came in just now.

[Ding~ Beginner dismemberment and body disposal proficiency skill +10.]

There couldn't have been dismemberment here, so it must be a hidden body?

Xiao Chun smiled and said, "Boss, Xiao Chun is just looking to make sure you're not nervous."

The boss was momentarily stunned, his guilty expression flashing quickly, but it did not escape the eyes of those present.

"Oh, young comrade, what are you saying? I'm just concerned about you, look, look."

Xing Yong scrutinized the boss with sharp eyes, then looked at the small kitchen.

Xiaochun followed behind, her chubby little body sniffing left and right, seemingly playing, but her mind was working very fast. If she were the murderer, where could she hide something in such a busy kitchen?

A rotting human corpse will smell bad. If she wanted to hide it, she would first need a place that could conceal the smell of the corpse and that wouldn't be noticed by others. There was only one such place in the kitchen. Xiaochun's eyes suddenly fell on the greasy spot in the corner. Over the years, the swill area had been covered with a thick layer of grease. Now, there was only an empty swill bucket there, and the contents of the bucket had been taken away by the police.

Xiaochun pointed to that area and asked, "Was Sun Cuihua, the boss's previous colleague, in charge of cleaning these areas?"

"Yes, she's only responsible for washing, cleaning, and taking out the trash. It's dirty there, young man, you'd better not go." The boss swallowed hard.

"It's pretty dirty. Even after cleaning it up, it still smells a bit." Xiaochun walked over with her short legs, sniffed it, and said, "It's been closed for several days, and it still smells so bad."

Xing Yong glanced at that corner and almost immediately went over to look at the bricks that were used to line the bucket. He moved them away one by one, and his gaze immediately became serious.