Lu Shaojia's little ancestor is a forensic doctor

Chapter 412 Investigation of the crime scene
Because it is the rush hour for going to work now, and the overpass on the South Ring Road is the main road, and there is an endless stream of vehicles coming and going.

The car parked by the bridge, and as soon as Meng Yao got off the car, she saw a circle of people on the sidewalk not far ahead, and she could still hear Wang Dakui's voice from time to time.

"Back back, don't come near here."

"Don't take pictures, everyone please cooperate, please cooperate with our work."

Handing over the survey box in his hand to Li Hao, Meng Yao quickly put on his white coat, then took out a mask and gloves from his pocket and put them on.

A policeman opened the way ahead, and everyone passed through the crowd and saw Wang Dakui who was waiting anxiously and the male corpse lying flat on the ground.

Wang Dakui, who had noticed the siren a long time ago, saw Meng Yao and the others coming, heaved a sigh of relief and at the same time wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Oh my god, you are finally here."

It was still a bit cold this early in the morning, but now it is fine, and the inside and outside clothes are drenched with sweat.

The police officers were setting up a cordon, and Meng Yao stepped forward to look at the corpses on the ground.

He is about 1.7 meters tall by visual inspection. He is wearing an ordinary black T-shirt and a pair of knee-high shorts. He has no shoes on his feet. I don’t know if he fell into the water below or he was not wearing it before he was hung on the bridge. , this is obviously not the scene of the first crime.

Crouching down next to the corpse, Meng Yao stretched out his hands to check the eyes, mouth and nose of the deceased, then leaned over his neck and looked, "Seeing the strangle marks on the neck are obviously hung after death, This can be seen intuitively from the shape of blood coagulation."

Then she checked the deceased from top to bottom, including his hands and feet, and also confirmed whether there were obvious traumas on the deceased.

"There was no obvious trauma on the deceased's body. Judging from the broken fingernails of the deceased, it was obvious that he had had conflicts with others before his death. The fingernails were all purple."

Meng Yao raised the deceased's right hand and pointed to his index finger for Yuan Shuai and Wang Dakui to see.

I saw that the fingernail of the index finger had obvious signs of being folded, and one of them turned purple when it was folded into the flesh.

"However, based on this alone, it cannot be determined that he was left behind when he was arguing with others, or he may have been injured before the accident."

Standing up, Meng Yao took off the gloves, "He died of homicide, and there were no obvious external injuries on his body."

Looking around, "This can only be regarded as the scene of the corpse throwing. As for the cause of death, we will have to go back and do an autopsy to find out."

In fact, both Yuan Shuai and Wang Dakui knew about such a clear thing, but it was just a formality for the forensic expert to identify such an incident, and the main purpose of the forensic doctor was still in the autopsy.

Several people didn't make sense to Meng Yao's conclusion, and because the corpse throwing site was in such a place where people came and went, no matter whether they were standing on the ground or on the railing by the bridge, they couldn't gain anything.

Because even if you rubbed all the footprints on the ground back, you can't really check them one by one, and it's impossible to find them at all.

Meng Yao came and went quickly. After confirming that there would be nothing of value at the scene, she packed her suitcase and got into the car. All she needed to do was to go back for an autopsy, hoping to deduce from the deceased that he time and cause of death.

At one o'clock at noon, as soon as Meng Yao came out of the dissecting room, he saw a three-layer insulated bucket on his desk.

Raising her eyebrows, she took off the clothes on her body and hung them on the hanger, then went to the sink and washed her hands carefully, then went to the seat and sat down, opened the thermos bucket and dialed a phone call out Put it on the table and wait for the other party to connect.

She was not at work at this time, and she was the only one in the office, so she put the call on speaker.

As soon as the other party connected, Lu Zhixing's slightly smiling voice sounded nasal, "Did you just finish your work?"

"Well, just sat down."

Meng Yao took out the upper two layers one by one and placed them on the paper that had already been spread on the table, looked at the dishes inside and smiled, "Why do you have time to cook, you're not busy!"

As she said, the hot dishes and the soup in front of her were all made by Lu Zhixing himself, and there was also a dish of rice with a strong aroma, which made people look very appetizing.

On the other side of the phone, Lu Zhixing sat up and half leaned on the head of the bed. Because he had a cold throat and was afraid that Meng Yao would be worried, he put the phone away and couldn't help but covered his mouth and cleared his throat. Almost done."

No matter how careful he was to cover up, Meng Yao still heard it. She held the phone in front of her face, "Have a cold? Have you taken your medicine?"

"Eat, don't worry about me, I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

The two chatted homely without saying a word, and no one asked to hang up the phone until Meng Yao finished eating.

Counting the time, they actually haven't seen each other for only a day or two nights, but for some reason, it feels like they haven't seen each other for a long time, and they miss each other very much.

Meng Yao wiped the washed thermos and put it on the desk, and just about to turn off the hands-free to chat with him, Wang Dakui rushed in from the outside in a hurry, "Meng Forensic Doctor, have you finished the autopsy? What's the matter? "

As soon as Lu Zhixing heard that Meng Yao was about to start work, he took the initiative to say, "Go ahead, I'm fine here, so don't worry about me, it's just that grandpa and aunt said they haven't seen you for a long time and miss you."

Long time no see?

Meng Yao twitched the corners of her mouth, obviously she visited Lu's residence on the first day of her holiday, okay, it's only been a few days!

Glancing at Wang Dakui who was sitting on Zhao Hongxiang's chair and winking at her, Meng Yao hung up the phone after saying a few words, "Okay, I see, I'll go see you after get off work."

Putting the phone on the table, Meng Yao took the paper and started to write the autopsy report without raising his head, "Come on, didn't you have a lot to ask just now, why are you dumb now?"

After a long time of contact, Meng Yao found that Wang Dakui's seriousness in work was as serious as Zhang Dongxu's.

But in life, as long as he is not involved in a case, this guy is simply a tough guy, with the kind of gossip-loving temperament of a rotten girl. Sometimes Meng Yao wonders if this guy has schizophrenia!
Analyzing the case at the meeting a moment ago, he said that the man who was down to business was straight and straight, and his face was as paralyzed as facial paralysis, but in a blink of an eye his face changed, and his big gossip eyes almost popped out of the frame, which was very joyful.

"Yes, I want to know right now, at this moment, when you plan to marry my male god." He stood up from the chair, bent over and put his hands on the table, blinking his big eyes and looking at it full of curiosity. With Meng Yao.

The corners of Meng Yao's eyes twitched as he looked at the big Boling eyes, "When did Lu Zhixing become your male god?"

(End of this chapter)