Chapter 4 Chapter Four

I swung my arm violently, and opened the 3-meter-high dark green floor-to-ceiling curtains.The bright but not blazing sunshine of early spring can't wait to shoot into the room, driving the darkness away without a trace.The dust in the room and the curling green smoke from a few cigarette butts that were too late to extinguish are flying chaotically in the sunlight passing through the hall, with every detail and texture. I am no stranger to the scene I just saw on the projector. It was a farmland far away from the village. The villagers built a canopy on a small soil bag to shelter from the rain.The slightly higher terrain, the wet roof, and the spring thunder in the past few days, it is not difficult to guess what happened there: this is the second time that someone has been struck by lightning and died.First lightning fatality, I've been there.I know that according to the GB50057-94 National Building Lightning Protection Code, this area is not enough to install lightning protection facilities, but the question is, have you read this national standard before Thunderstorm?

I stood in front of the window, trying to use the warmth of the sun to resist my negative emotions.I have been a forensic doctor for many years, why are you still so cynical?I shook my head mockingly. It has been a few months since the last dismemberment case, and we have made no progress at all: We have touched all the common detection directions of dismemberment cases, such as who the deceased is (called the source of the corpse in jargon), dismemberment methods, packaging materials, etc. On the other hand, the investigation of the case seems to have reached a dead end. In the file of this case, the name of the deceased is still filled with "unknown".Maybe this case is going to die, I have to consider this possibility.

The corpse dismemberment case has not been solved yet, and new cases are still emerging one after another.As a forensic doctor for several years, I have more or less found some patterns. I know which time of the year and which type of cases will occur most frequently: lightning strike cases like today occur frequently in spring and summer; Thieves and robbers also celebrate the New Year); drowning cases mostly occur in summer; cases caused by gambling in autumn and winter slack seasons increase significantly. Time flows silently amidst these joys and sorrows in the world.God is like a naughty child who chooses parties at random and repeats his own wicked games over and over again.It takes away the most precious life of human beings without mercy, and the pain of family members and friends of the deceased does not seem to give it a little bit of compassion.

Joy and sorrow are like the poles of a magnet, they are never too far apart.Take the seven-day National Day holiday last year as an example. When everyone was busy with leisure, shopping, traveling, and visiting relatives and friends, we had to face such a set of gray data: During the seven-day National Day, the number of deaths due to traffic accidents in my country There are more than 1,600 people, which is a full ten times that of three years ago.The reason is simple to analyze: there are more and more private cars, and everyone is still a novice. Facing the sorrows of the world may be the fate of forensic medicine, I thought sadly.I don't know, as a forensic doctor of this era, facing more and more cases, should I be happy or worried.

Let’s take this corpse dismemberment case as an example. Originally, Old Man Wang was picking up excrement, and I was sleeping under the warm quilt. Everyone was engulfed in this incident that no one expected.When the news spread in the bureau, everyone was in a panic and resisted: This thing should happen in some Hollywood blockbuster, why should it happen in our small place? This kind of conflict is actually useless, because in fact the case has already happened, and solving the case is our only purpose.We dare not announce this matter to the public for fear of causing more confusion.But things are still getting more and more chaotic, the old cases are not solved, and we have to divide our energy to deal with new cases. God knows how many cases will happen every day across the country.I was involved and constrained by these thousands of threads, and I didn't know where to go to solve the case.

Maybe I should seek help from Lao Zheng, who has retired and rehired, to see if I can gain anything. Do your best, I said to myself. Behind my back, I secretly called Lao Zheng "Aiqu Sanou", which has an allusion.Once I asked him to read a typed report, Lao Zheng was watching it on the computer and suddenly glanced at me through thick reading glasses and asked: "What is this love interest Sanou? " I was stunned for a moment and didn't understand what he was talking about.When I got closer and looked at the screen, and then looked at Lao Zheng's keyboard, I finally understood: Lao Zheng's English is not good, and he didn't like to ask for help in his life. In order to learn to type, he put plaster on the keyboard, "h" It says "爱趣" and "o" means "欧". It is estimated that the "2" becomes a subscript too small for Lao Zheng to read clearly, so a good "h2o" is changed by him "Love fun three euros".

The intestines in my belly were quickly tangled, but I pretended nothing had happened on my face. "Water." I replied. "The description must be consistent. You clearly wrote 'extracting the river water from the site', but how did you change it to 'add Aiqu Sanou into the test tube'? Other problems are not big, so let's post it like this." Old Zheng obviously Not sure what the problem is. "Yes." I quickly ran out to find a place to rub my stomach. But I dare not underestimate Lao Zheng because of this.The field of forensic medicine involves too many areas and requires too much experience.Not to mention the professional aspects, when I first joined the work, he was the one who taught me. Lao Zheng also has a skill that I am as surprised as the "Grid" assistant policeman: I can eat after the autopsy. But at least I have to change places, I can't eat anything against those stumps and broken arms.Lao Zheng can put on gloves for dissection, take off the gloves to eat, even if the gloves are covered with blood, he doesn't care, and he even calls blood "protein".

Even with a layer of rubber gloves on, I can't bear it. This psychological quality is awesome. Thinking back to these scattered fragments of memory, I came to Lao Zheng's door.He is not here today.His office was in the most inconspicuous corner of the building. It was so dark that the headlights were turned on during the day, and a large number of anatomical specimens were stored in the adjacent room. This office is filled with the pungent formalin smell all the year round, not to mention how unacceptable those hideous specimens are for ordinary people, so Lao Zheng's room is always the quietest place in the whole building, even when he goes out. There is no need to lock the door.

I gently opened the door.The choking smell of smoke and the pungent smell of formalin in the room mixed together, making people unable to open their eyes.The furnishings in the room were outdated and messy. Some of the files piled up more than a foot high on the table had turned yellow, as if they would shatter if touched lightly, and then floated back to the ancient time with the air; the dark red tables and chairs The paint had peeled off and the exposed wood was blackened.If there is not an old computer in the office, you will feel as if the time has suddenly turned back to 20 years ago.

Looking at that computer, a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth. Lao Zheng's typing is a typical "one-finger Zen", and I am afraid that only his typing speed can stand this old-fashioned computer. After squashing five cigarette butts, I finally walked to the chestnut red camphor wood cabinet.This cabinet contains all the murder files in this city for decades. Every time I smell this familiar smell of camphor wood, my heart is always full of emotions: In fact, no matter how hard the forensic doctor works, it is impossible to save the lives that have disappeared. Is it the meritorious service of the forensic doctor, or the blood of this city, who can tell clearly?

Just as I was about to open the cabinet, my phone rang. Li Rui called.Her name always makes me lighter. "Brother Hao, urgent help..." "you say." "I just bought a fish and forgot to ask the fishmonger to kill it for me..." The corners of my mouth are a little crooked. "I can't do anything to stun it with a kitchen knife. Do you think I can use a toothpick to destroy its central nervous system, such as the spinal cord or medulla?" I almost dropped my phone. "Why did you ask me this question?" My tone was as calm as possible, and I was thinking about how to tease this little girl. "Come on, who doesn't know that you are the chef at home!" "Sister-in-law is also very diligent..." I said awkwardly. "Knowing that my sister-in-law is hardworking and a strong woman, you can quickly say if it's okay!" "Fish can move. It may be technically difficult to accurately locate the anatomical position." I tried not to let myself laugh out loud, "Why don't you try putting it in the water and drowning, maybe it will become a Water float (abbreviation commonly used in forensic medicine. It means floating corpses in water)?" "You just let me go!" Xiao Rui was a little annoyed, "Hmph, I'll try my new idea first, if I really can't do it, I'll be so determined to knock it out! If it doesn't work..." "how?" "I threw it down from upstairs and turned it into a high drop (abbreviation commonly used in forensic medicine. It means a dead body falling from a high place.)!" Xiao Rui hung up the phone angrily. I just fell to the ground laughing.This is our entire Criminal Investigation Brigade, no, it is the pistachio of the overall situation, Li Rui, a female forensic doctor who has just graduated for a year. Lao Zheng's shadow and Xiao Rui's voice helped me drive away negative emotions.If the case is cold and bloody, the people around me often make me feel really warm. Although my wife is my closest person, she is far away in Tokyo. She is a female doctor of medicine from Osaka University, a well-known Japanese university.Every few months or half a year she would fly back to join me for a reunion.Everyone always made fun of me, saying that Xiaobiesheng was newly married, and I could only laugh without saying a word.Deep down I knew that wasn't the case.I don't know where the problem lies. Is it because thousands of rivers and mountains have blocked our communication, are we too sensitive, or are our environments and lives too different from each other? I don't know why, but every time we get together, the first thing we feel is strangeness instead of warmth. We need several days to look at each other. Is this the person we used to be so familiar with every inch of skin?I have to admit, this feeling makes us both confused and even slightly painful. About to open the cabinet again, the phone rang again.Rape and homicide, that's what they said on the phone. When I received the police, I had to rush there immediately. It seemed that God would not let me open the cabinet anyway, so I had to give up with a smile. But it is indescribably embarrassing for me to handle this case. It would be great if Xiao Rui could come.I have enough reasons to ask her to come over: Article 112 of the Criminal Procedure Law of the People's Republic of China stipulates that "examination of a woman's body shall be performed by a female staff member or a doctor."Not to mention how inconvenient it is for me and Lao Zheng to deal with this kind of case, even if we are asking about the case, what can we two elders say?I think this is one of the reasons why the police force deliberately recruits some female forensic doctors.What's more, Xiao Rui has a unique place, she is a local.A few words of hometown dialect can often have unexpected effects. I wanted to call Xiaorui, but I hesitated.During this period of time, there have been many large and small cases in the Bureau. Xiao Rui has not had a vacation for more than a month. Today, I finally have a chance to fight Yu Yingying. Do I have the nerve to call him? After much deliberation, there was still no way.I can't imitate Monkey King and suddenly become a woman, can I? "Xiao Rui, I have something to do..." I just made fun of others and then asked for them, I was a little embarrassed. "There is a case, right?" Xiao Rui spoke before I finished speaking. "Are you a prophet?" My eyes widened like copper bells. "Cut! Brother Hao is not afraid of anything, but he is afraid of a rape case. Who doesn't know?" His culprit was hit.Why does Xiao Rui's snicker on the other end of the phone sound so treacherous? Xiao Rui always makes people feel that she shouldn't come to forensic medicine.What a beautiful girl can do wrong to be this dirty and smelly forensic doctor.When I first came here, I asked her this question, but she said that she was originally a clinical major, but she took the initiative to change her major to forensic medicine in her junior year. She had carefully considered this decision. I can't say anything.Many people will switch careers after a short period of time in forensic medicine. After all, this profession is too difficult and some people look down on it. When I first met Xiao Rui, I thought she wouldn't last three months, especially after she vomited upside down by the garbage dump after dissecting a carrion corpse.But she explained that she didn't want to vomit when she saw the carrion, but the rotten watermelon next to the garbage dump made her want to vomit. I don't know if she is far-fetched to cover up the embarrassment, or she has endured it for a long time. The rotten watermelon is just the last straw. Anyway, I don't think she can last for a few days.I met her off duty on the street once, which made me firmer. That time she was wearing a classic Dior black check coat with red background.This style is not popular in China, and no one is imitating it at all, but I didn't show surprise, and I didn't ask her.I know that a girl just out of college can't afford such luxuries, and I'm sure she has a great family background. Soon, I learned from Xiao Rui that her parents didn't want their daughter to do this business, but wanted her to go home and manage the factory.From then on, I began to think about how I would clean up the mess after Xiao Rui left, but she didn't leave, at least not yet. After receiving my call, Xiao Rui rushed over quickly. I couldn't help being curious and wanted to ask about the final fate of the fish, but when I thought of the rape and murder case, I swallowed the words again. After all Doing business is more important. In fact, there is no such thing as a "rape-homicide case" in our country. The suspect in a rape case kills the victim. If it is treated as "rape", there will never be "rape and homicide", and there will be no "intentional homicide". Anyway, I still understand what the police mean.There was a rape and there was a death.So what are you waiting for, get on the road now. As soon as I saw the scene, I frowned.A large number of media reporters gathered at the scene. I inquired about the situation. It is said that the deceased was a beautiful nurse who was naked when she was found. The news spread quickly, and reporters flocked to her. I can imagine tomorrow's newspapers filled with vulgar words like "beauty" and "naked death". To be honest, I am very disgusted with such grandstanding propaganda reports. If we are facing the death of our own relatives, will our sorrow be different because of his beauty and ugliness?Will he still take off his last fig leaf and make a big splash? In the face of death, the heaviest topic in life, let's not talk about sympathy and respect, or even maintain a quiet and solemn mood.We talk about death as if we were telling other people's stories, and we can make up our own imaginations and add embellishments, but we don't know that it will happen to us one day. I shook my head with a wry smile.In fact, I do not reject the participation of the media in criminal cases. On the contrary, I believe that the participation of the media is beneficial and even necessary. Improving transparency is the basis of justice. But the problem is that many media don't seem to be mature enough to get rid of bad taste and report the case objectively and fairly.And for the spectators who are attracted by bad tastes, how much can we expect?They often don't have the patience to observe the development of the situation quietly and wait for the truth to come to light. Instead, they give answers prematurely based on their own imagination, experience, and dissatisfaction.Their eyes have been blinded by the emotional bubble of their own making. Under such circumstances, even if there is still a calm voice, who can hear it?I saw this mess and had a hunch that things might get troublesome. I calmed myself down and approached the scene.It was a dormitory for singles in the hospital. Fortunately, it had not been broken into by media reporters.The deceased was a nurse in this hospital, 28 years old, in room 302, the room was facing the stairs. I first went to the back of the room and looked at the windows.The windows were well shut and even the curtains were drawn tightly.There were no trees to climb downstairs, and there was no sign of a staircase in the dirt.A staircase that can climb up to the third floor is not small in size, nor is it so light in weight. If a staircase has been left here, it will definitely leave traces. The main entrance also showed no signs of vandalism.It is said that the nurse Xiao Li knocked on the door when he saw that the deceased in the same department hadn't come out to eat for a day. When he saw no one, he thought at first that the deceased had returned to his parents' house in the same city, so he called his mobile phone to say hello.When the mobile phone rang in the room, she had a premonition that something was wrong, and hurried to call someone.The aunt in charge of the dormitory retreated as soon as she opened the door with the key, and hurriedly reported the case. The aunt said that she always carries the key with her and never leaves her.Typical rural women, more believable. Secret room murder?