Lu Shaojia's little ancestor is a forensic doctor

Chapter 136 Doesn't Look Like Blood
"But look at her, her facial muscles are twisted, her mouth is slightly open, and her eyes are wide open. It's obviously an expression of excessive shock."

Then, she took out a cotton swab from the investigation box, reached out and poked a few times between the mouth and nose of the deceased.

Looking at the dots of black ash on the cotton swab, Meng Yao stood up, "When the fire broke out, he was still alive, so he inhaled some thick smoke from his mouth and nose."

Zhang Dongxu was still thinking about the fright of the deceased, "Then tell me, could the deceased be frightened like this because he saw the fire?"

"According to common sense, it is indeed possible."

Meng Yao turned her head and looked in the direction of the living room, "But look at the deceased, she was facing inward and her back was outward, so she couldn't see the scene of the fire at all."

"You have to know that in her case, when all her optic nerves were stabbed, they would subconsciously focus on the injured point to feel the pain."

"Even if she knew that there was a fire at home at that time, her consciousness was not clear enough to think about whether it was fear."

"Unless~"

Meng Yao stared at the deceased for a while, then spoke again amidst Zhang Dongxu's face full of doubts.

"Unless she saw something incredible, which directly caused her to forget the physical pain."

Zhang Dongxu nodded, "It's possible, did she see the murderer?"

Meng Yao glanced at him, "Although the living room is messy, if you look carefully, you can still find dishes and dishes in the corner."

"Besides, she was cooking in the kitchen at the time. It cannot be ruled out that the murderer was eating at her home at that time."

Therefore, the implication is that the family of the deceased knew and was very familiar with the murderer.

Immediately thinking of something, Meng Yao squatted down and raised the dead man's hands to look at them. On the tile under one of her hands, she found two brown marks.

Turning to look at Zhang Dongxu, "Take a picture of this."

After taking the photo, Meng Yao stood up and looked around the entire kitchen, and finally took a step to the left, stretched out his hand thoughtfully, and pulled the door that had been pushed to the end a little further.

When the door was more than halfway pulled, she stopped and stared at some stains on the glass door.

Before Meng Yao could speak this time, Zhang Dongxu discovered the problem.

"What are those dots on the door? It doesn't look like blood!"

Meng Yao squatted down and took a look, "Of course it's not blood. This is when the seasoning bottle fell, and the pestle bounced off the ground and splashed on the door. This is the mark left after it dries."

Zhang Dongxu, "Was it splashed on it?"

Wei Wei was taken aback, "Does that mean that when the murderer was killing Zhang Hongyan, the kitchen door was actually ajar?"

"That is to say, the door may have been pushed open by the deceased. Will there be fingerprints of the murderer on it?"

He looked at Meng Yao, and suddenly asked innocently.

Meng Yao raised her eyebrows, "It's really hard to say, just find someone to collect fingerprints and compare them back."

"Okay!" After Zhang Dongxu was overjoyed, he let the person waiting outside the door come in, and then asked him to take fingerprints from the entire kitchen.

Carrying the box, Meng Yao walked towards the last crime scene with heavy steps.

The door of the bedroom was also wide open. Standing at the door and looking at it, the furnishings inside were clear at a glance.

Next to the door is a finished wardrobe. A double bed is placed in the middle of the bedroom. Two quilts of different colors are spread on the bed in a mess, and some clothes and textbooks are scattered on the quilt.

On the wall opposite the door is a not-so-large bay window, on which there are also messy piles of clothes and books.

　(_) I'm guilty, I just can't help but miss you, please give me a ticket∠("∠)＿

　　Hahaha, Erran?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)