Chapter 20 Chapter Twenty

In addition to some money, what else can he compensate his relatives?I am speechless. It was my turn to be on duty the next day.When he came to take over the shift, Lao Zheng sat behind his desk without saying a word, his back straight.I froze for a moment, and without saying a word, I cleaned up my things and prepared to take over. I was holding a pile of toiletries and going to the bathroom, but Lao Zheng said, "I'll be on duty for this shift." His tone was unquestionable. I froze again.Old Zheng's body can't bear it like this, and I don't need him to be on this shift.But Lao Zheng stopped talking after he finished speaking, and the office was so quiet that he could hear the buzzing sound of the fluorescent lamp ballast when it was working. The police badge on his cap had obviously been carefully polished by him, and it shone brightly under the fluorescent lamp.

I didn't know what to say to Lao Zheng, and I didn't know how to speak.In a way, I still betrayed him, the 7.8cm came out of my mouth after all.Seeing that Lao Zheng was as firm as a piece of iron, I obeyed him, locked the cabinet and went out without saying a word. I didn't know that this was the last time we would meet, and I didn't say a word this time.If I knew, no matter what I said, I would not let Lao Zheng be on this shift. I would regret it so much that I would kill myself. I just couldn't sleep that night, and the shadow of Lao Zheng was lingering in my heart.After one o'clock, I vaguely dreamed that Lao Zheng's lung shadow disappeared after the postoperative review. I happily took his hand and spun around.Suddenly, the midnight bell rang again.My first reaction was that there was a case. I grabbed my clothes and put them on. I put half of my sleeves on before I realized that the phone hadn't been connected.It was the driver who called. He said something happened to Lao Zheng and the car was downstairs.

I thought Lao Zheng couldn't hold on and was admitted to the hospital.But the car drove more and more sideways, and it was not the way to the hospital at all.I panicked and asked the driver where I was going, and the driver told me to hold on—Old Zheng was killed. I can't believe it at all. I met Lao Zheng a few hours ago. How can this real person just say no?But the driver was anything but joking.He said that when the two police officers were patrolling, they saw someone strangling a woman's neck from a distance.Lao Zheng went to the scene quickly and never came back. I bit my lip and said nothing.I still couldn't believe it was real until the car pulled up to the scene.

Old Zheng was lying on his back on the ground, covered in blood, his eyes wide open with anger.Looking at the two co-police officers hiding aside and whispering to each other, I yelled, "What are you doing?" "Call someone to go." Ai Ai, one of the taller ones, said. I didn't have time to pay attention to them, so I put my hand on Lao Zheng's groin. I vaguely felt that the femoral artery seemed to be pulsating a little bit. I felt ecstasy in my heart. I hugged Lao Zheng with both hands and walked to the car, "Hurry up and drive!" Along the way, Lao Zheng's blood dripped on my clothes and on the car, and he and I became blood men.I felt his pulse several times, and it seemed that sometimes he had a pulse, and sometimes he didn't.I'm not sure if I'm hallucinating, but it's a last-ditch effort.I was in such a mess, I didn't know what to do.It was the driver who contacted the hospital and the bureau leaders.

When the car arrived at the entrance of the hospital, the medical staff were already waiting. Before the cart came, I carried Lao Zheng and ran to the emergency department.It was very late at night, and the hospital was very quiet, only the sound of my particularly heavy footsteps and the scattered running of doctors and nurses behind me could be heard. I stood by the window of the emergency room and wiped the sweat from my head. The sweat from the tip of my nose flowed down my nose like a line, and I couldn't wipe it clean.I saw the doctor take off the stethoscope, shook my head, and suddenly got angry.

"Get out!" I kicked that frail optician doctor on the thigh.I tore off Lao Zheng's clothes, revealing a thin chest and a centipede-like surgical scar, a full 30 centimeters in length.But those 30 centimeters are not worth the two millimeters of that damned error!I thought frantically, I installed the ECG monitoring three times, and Lao Zheng's heart rate was in a straight line.But I still didn't give up, and turned the cardioversion to the maximum value of 300 joules. "Clear!" I yelled, and the shadows around me retreated quickly. Old Zheng was bounced up by the strong electric current, his chest was burnt.It just occurred to me that I forgot to put conductive glue on the electrodes.The electrocardiogram jumped a bit, it was a false reaction to the electric shock, and it immediately became a straight line again.I flipped the electrodes upside down, and a nurse immediately scrambled to apply conductive glue. The capacitors were beeping. I really hope this sound will drive away death.

"Bang", another loud noise!Lao Zheng played it again, but there was still no EKG. "Heart triple call triple sodium bicarbonate, what are you still doing? Hurry up!" I shouted at the nurse. The nurse was blinded by my shouting, and forgot that I was not a doctor at all, and was busy following my "doctor's orders".I put my left hand on Lao Zheng's chest, and beat down my right hand heavily. There was a sharp pain in my left hand. I don't know what happened to Lao Zheng.I lay on my chest and listened, but there was no response.I became anxious and did chest compressions quickly, stopping every five times and blowing into Lao Zheng's mouth until his chest was blown up.

30 minutes, 40 minutes.I can't give up. I killed Lao Zheng. If he hadn't taken this class for me, he would be fine. I can't kill him again.No matter how sore my arms were, I just wouldn't give up. The glasses doctor lifted the ventilator and hid aside. The ventilator replaced my work of blowing air, and I focused on pressing it.I think Lao Zheng's chest is a little soft, maybe I broke his ribs with too much force.I was still pressing, and every time I pressed at the beginning, the huge wound on Lao Zheng's neck would still bleed out, and it gradually became less and less, less and less...

"Pull him away!" It was Wang Ju's voice that sounded from behind.Two colleagues took me down.I saw the doctor put a quilt on Lao Zheng's face.My legs gave way, and I knelt in front of the bed, crying loudly. I didn't go to work the next day, so I moved a stool and sat on the balcony.The windows were closed tightly, and the typhoon had already arrived, and the strong wind brought raindrops and knocked on the glass windows, making a sound like hail.Drops of rain slumped down like my silent tears. The road culvert downstairs is flooded again.The red taillights of the two stalled cars flickered weakly.The torrential rain hit the tin roof and bounced up again, and was blown up into the sky by the wind. The water on the ground and the rain from the sky joined together, soaking the car deeper and deeper.Finally, the car let out two strange sounds, and the tail lights stopped flashing.

I feel like going down the forensic path is like these two cars drove into a culvert by mistake and it was a matter of time before they stalled.Can you say that Lao Zheng is not a good person?He had been a good man all his life, but he still turned off the fire at the end.He walked away with this humiliation. I don't know what the forensics are for.I can't save anyone, it was the victim before, now it's Lao Zheng, and Xiao Rui.Xiao Rui will leave sooner or later, I have to accept this reality. I don't know what is the use of my life.I feel like a piece of crap, a typical piece of crap, a guy who thinks he's smart when he doesn't succeed in doing things after all.I can only watch the people around me leave one by one, and I can give them nothing but tears.I even violated the old adage that a man never sheds his tears lightly.

I don't believe in heaven.Even if there is, it must not be God that allows the dead to enter heaven, but people's thoughts. I hope Lao Zheng has rested in peace in heaven at this moment. Even if Lao Zheng can rest in peace, I cannot.My cell phone rang again, and it was Wang Ju calling. "What? Are you crazy?" I couldn't believe my ears, and I couldn't choose what to say to Wang Ju. "You're crazy! Old Zheng can't die in vain! I've already done the work for the family!" Director Wang shouted on the other end of the phone, causing the phone to buzz. "Don't forget, you are a forensic doctor!" Yes.I am a forensic doctor.My mobile phone fell to the ground slumped and broke into several petals. I feel like my heart has been broken into pieces just like my phone.I am not regretting forensic medicine now, but regretting that my mother gave birth to me in the first place. Bureau Wang asked me to dissect Lao Zheng. Because I'm a fucking forensic, a fucking forensic. The typhoon came very hard this time.TV has reported that more than 1,000 private houses have been blown down in the city, and more than 200 roads have collapsed.The car moving forward in the typhoon was far from its usual speed, swaying from side to side like a toy.I really hope that the car stalled on the way to the autopsy room, or that a typhoon comes over and overturns the car, so that I don't have to do this terrible thing.I don't know how to explain this matter to others. If Xiao Rui knows it, she must not talk to me for two years. But by the time I actually walked into the autopsy room, I had no more tears.Yes, Wang Ju is right, you can't let Old Zheng die in vain.I turned on the video recorder and drove everyone out of the autopsy room. I wanted to face Lao Zheng alone and have a final conversation with him. In a language that only he and I understand, the language of our forensics. Old Zheng's body was placed on the dissecting table, with a white sheet covering his face.I took a deep breath and made my heart firm. I proceeded very slowly, lest I might not catch a sentence of what Lao Zheng was going to say; I did it very carefully, and I didn't want to misread the last evidence left by Lao Zheng with his life; the scalpel moved slowly and firmly Moving forward, it is like a plow in a spring field - only when death and bloodshed are turned over, can life and truth be sown. After dissecting Old Zheng, I re-examined the female corpse.I believe that Lao Zheng has already carried out part of his work. At this moment, I just continue to walk along the road that Lao Zheng has walked. By the time the dissection was finally complete, I believed I had understood most of the process.But there are still one or two doubts, and I am a little hesitant.I took another look at the bloody knife mark on the chest of Lao Zheng's police uniform, and besides the fatal wound on his neck, there was an unreasonably large wound on his abdomen, and finally made up my mind. I opened Lao Zheng's stomach, but found nothing.So I went retrograde and opened Lao Zheng's esophagus again. My hands trembled as I carefully collected the evidence.This evidence weighed over a thousand catties at that moment, because I knew that it carried Lao Zheng's entire life. I picked up another pair of tweezers, and gently helped Lao Zheng remove the dirt from the crevice of the nail on his left hand, as if I was afraid of hurting him. You must know that fingers connect to hearts.This is another key piece of evidence left by Lao Zheng. There was a blood fingerprint next to the wound on Lao Zheng's abdomen, and I took it off carefully, as if a slight movement would touch his wound and cause him pain.With this evidence, we can finally crucify the murderer. The whole process was finally revealed.The murderer is likely to be a suspect in the serial killings.The two police officers were not mistaken, the female deceased was strangled to death, but in the dark they did not see clearly that the murderer had already begun to skin the deceased.It seems that this is his habit of committing crimes all the time, and he stripped his face at the first scene.He should have started this work immediately under the influence of some strong emotions, strong emotions, and fear of being discovered and other factors made his anatomy very bad, so every time we saw his skinning knife It's all messy, not as clean and tidy as when the body was dismembered.The murderer's face-skinning work was interrupted by the police assistant, and he fled in a hurry, but the self-confidence stimulated by his repeated success kept him from going far, and the murderer hid in the dark and watched everything. Lao Zheng rushed to the scene, he must have seen the problem, at least he saw the traces of the skin being peeled off, that's why everything that happened later happened.It's a pity that Lao Zheng was so focused that he didn't see the two assistant policemen walking away, nor did he notice a dark shadow approaching quietly behind him.By the time he found out, it was too late, and the murderer cut off his common carotid artery in cold blood. This knife is enough to kill.Old Zheng's blood gushed like a spring.As a forensic doctor, Lao Zheng knew very well that his life was only a few tens of seconds, and it was impossible for him to catch the murderer.But he did the best he could do at that time, with both hands out, his left hand grabbed something on the murderer's body, and his right hand scratched the murderer's arm fiercely. He knows I'll check his nails.he knows. He must also know that once the suspect is captured, we can crucify the criminal with just this scrap of skin. The murderer was a little panicked, and wanted to take back the thing. He stabbed Old Zheng's forearm viciously, hoping that Old Zheng would let go because of the pain.Judging from the bloodstains left at the scene, Lao Zheng had already fallen to the ground at this time.But Lao Zheng didn't let go, he did something that stunned the murderer - he slowly stuffed the evidence into his mouth and swallowed it. It was the last thing he did in his life.After doing this, his life will be exhausted. The vicious killer didn't give up.When he came back to his senses, he tore open the hem of Lao Zheng's clothes and cut open Lao Zheng's stomach. It's a pity that he wears gloves, and we can't see his fingerprints, but when he tears Lao Zheng's clothes with both hands, he has to do one thing-put down the bloody knife.