The forensic wife is very nice to me

With a calm face, Qiu Lan put the scalpel in Xue Yancheng's neck, her red lips moved slightly, and her tone was calm, "Did you know? There are three ways to dissect a corpse. My favorite is the Y-shaped incision."

"This method is to start from your left and right chest protruding parts, cut up to your shoulders, cut down at the sternum, and then cut along your abdomen."

She held the scalpel steadily, and slowly slid on Xue Yancheng's body.

"Afterwards, the skin on your chest and abdomen will be divided into three pieces." Qiu Lan lightly tapped his neck and chest, "The skin here will turn over to your face, and the left and right sides will spread out." On the dissecting table, your internal organs and intestines are all exposed."

In this eerie, carrion-filled space, the cold voice comes with terrifying background music, Xue Yancheng lying on the dissecting table panting heavily, his hands clasped tightly by his sides, motionless, his eyes flustered .

"Lan'er, Lan'er, don't, don't."

"What are you in a hurry for? I haven't finished talking yet. It's just opening your chest. Are you scared?" Qiu Lan sneered, her eyes were cold.

After finishing her sentence, she picked up the tweezers and No. [-] scalpel next to her, "Look, this is a tool for peeling off your subcutaneous fat and pectoralis major, that is, I can see whether your heart is real or not. "

"Lan'er, I am sincere to you, to you, really!" Xue Yancheng frowned tightly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down uneasily, and his hairs stood on end.

"No, I think your heart is a bit dark, otherwise why did you plan to frame me with Qiuyan three years ago?" Qiu Lan asked coldly, then lowered her eyes and continued to tell the story of the autopsy process.

"No, it's not like this, and I don't want to, but this is all Qiuyan's idea, I have no choice but to do it this way." Xue Yancheng shook his head hastily, trying to clear his relationship.

But Qiu Lan ignored him, and picked up a pair of sharp and thick scissors, "This is bone scissors, which can cut your sternum and ribs. After that, I will use pointed surgical scissors to cut off your internal organs to make sample."

"And then." She paused, her brows moved slightly, "I will use intestinal scissors to cut off your rectum and see how much dirt is inside."

The icy scissors slid across Xue Yancheng's abdomen, moving down bit by bit.

"This is your kidney, which can secrete various hormones, such as prostaglandins. That is to say, if my hand shakes slightly and hurts it, you will not be a real man in the future."

"Of course, there's also the bottom." She raised the scissors, hung them above the lower body, and said coldly, "If I hurt your here, you won't be a man anymore."

After finishing speaking, she sneered, put down the scissors in her hand, walked up to Xue Yancheng's head, picked up the craniotomy next to him, and gently placed it next to his ear, the cold alloy was tightly attached to his ear. head.

"This thing, called a craniotomy, can break your skull, and the cerebrospinal fluid will flow out along the opening, and your body will gradually become numb, lose consciousness, fall into a coma, and finally sleep forever."

Qiu Lan moved the craniotomy in her hand, and tapped Xue Yancheng's head lightly, "Do you know? How many times have I tried to break your head with it, but I never did it because it's not worth it."

"You and the Qiu family have hurt me more than this, so I won't let you die easily, and of course, I won't let you live freely."

Suddenly, Qiu Lan stood up, stood silently beside the operating table, turned off the shadowless lamp, and stared indifferently at the person lying on the dissecting table.

The man had been stunned by fright, his eyes were blurred, his face was pale, his bloodless lips were trembling, his hands and feet were cold, and the sweat on his back had already wetted the front of his clothes.

Looking at his appearance, Qiu Lan's heart was full of ridicule.

Just such an understatement of two words scared him so much, I'm afraid he won't dare to approach again after this time?
Qiu Lan with a calm face curled the corners of her lips intentionally, with a strange smile on her face, "By the way, I remember, last time you drugged my wine, it seemed like a drug."

"Do you like drugs?" She leaned down and whispered into Xue Yancheng's ear, "I'm telling you quietly, in fact, the drug effects on the market are average, and I have better ones here."

"It's colorless and odorless. It's not available on the market, but the medicine is very effective. It can make your mind blurred and your brain excited." Qiu Lan lowered her eyes coldly, her voice was cold.

"Do you know? If I inject you with this drug, you will jump off the stairs and die, and no one will notice. Besides, I am a forensic doctor. In major criminal cases, the corpse will lie on this table. Let me dissect."

"I can completely cover up all the traces quietly and quietly, and judge you as a suicide." Qiu Lan chuckled, and looked at Xue Yancheng's cheek with the craniotomy in her hand, her eyes were meaningful.

The hand lying on the dissecting table swallowed nervously, his lips were pale, and the despair of death slowly spread in his eyes, revealing a deep sense of powerlessness.

At this moment, he really felt the change in Qiu Lan's bones.

She is no longer the weak and deceitful girl she used to be. Now she has the ability to protect herself, and also has the ability to avenge herself. She has completely surpassed Qiu Yan, no matter in which aspect.

On this dissecting table, Xue Yancheng really understood the taste of fear.

"Lan'er, me, me." He pursed his lips, breathing quickly, but he couldn't say a word.

"Okay, it's just a game, why are you so scared?" Qiu Lan lifted his chin with a craniotomy, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, her harmless smile was tinged with coldness.

"By the way, Yan Cheng, didn't you just say that you would transfer the house to me? Did you sign it?" She put down the craniotomy, picked up the scalpel again, and placed it next to his ear, her tone calm.

"I, I haven't signed yet, this, shouldn't I tell you first?" Xue Yancheng swallowed, his mind was in a mess.

That house was originally used by him to deceive Qiu Lan, but he didn't expect that his jaw was strangled by a sharp scalpel.

A deep sense of fear stimulated his brain.

"Then I know now, you sign it, and I will sign it later, and then we can leave." Qiu Lan thoughtfully manipulated the scalpel in her hand, her voice cold.

"Okay, okay." Xue Yancheng frowned and nodded slightly.

Although he loves money and power, he cherishes life even more.

Now he is completely controlled on the dissecting table, just like Qiu Lan said, if she cuts his main artery now, no one will know.

"Here, I'll give you the pen." Qiu Lan took out the signature pen in the bag, and put it on Xue Yancheng's body together with the contract.