what's in the depths

In today's society that has entered the new economic era, there are still some impoverished areas that cannot be taken care of. Although the state vigorously supports and puts poverty alleviation in an important position, our country has a population of more than one billion, and it is too difficult to take care of everyone.

There are also a large number of people who were born in poor and remote mountains, with impassable roads and poor communication, and are almost isolated from the world.

Many young parents choose to go out to work, find a new path, and leave their children in the mountain villages to depend on each other with the older generation.

As a result, left-behind children have become a major problem in our country that needs to be solved urgently.

13-year-old Chen Bin excitedly pushed open the old wooden door in front of him with a stack of tattered cards in his arms. Before anyone could enter, the voice came through first:

"Zhijie! I won the Nine-Tails card from Xiaowei!"

Chen Bin was wearing old khaki cloth shoes, and kicked on the barrel, causing him two "ouch" in pain.

The house is messy and there are no people.

Rubbing his feet with dark fingers, Chen Bin staggered to his feet, thinking that maybe Zhijie hadn't come back yet.

The rusty chandelier above his head made an unpleasant "creaking" sound, like a monster appearing suddenly in the darkness, which made Chen Bin scream strangely in fright, and ran out while grabbing the door frame.

Before leaving, he subconsciously looked back at the chandelier, but saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

Man has two ears, one hears the voice of God and the other hears the voice of the devil.

——Hugo

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The car stopped at the foot of the mountain, and a group of people got out of the car in a hurry, looking at the desolate and desolate mountains.

"The car can't drive, let's go." Zhu Yuhan threw the cigarette butt under his feet and stamped it out.

Tong Si pulled out the climbing pick from the trunk.

"Are you here as a tourist?"

"Poor, helpless, and weak, I'm afraid I won't be able to go up without the help of a climbing pick."

I thought it was a joke, but when the few people climbed halfway up the mountain, they were really dumbfounded.

A cliff spans the mountain range, and a crumbling suspension bridge connects the two ends. When you step on it lightly, you can hear the sound of wood breaking.

"This is the only way for children to go to school." Tong Si frowned: "I really don't know how they got there."

Several people grabbed the ropes of the suspension bridge and moved forward carefully.

"Try to spread out, don't get together, it will increase the load of the suspension bridge."

Trembling, several people walked along the dangerous bridge to the other side of the mountain, feeling their legs were weak, and they didn't dare to delay, and ran to the crime scene quickly.

A bunch of people crowded together at the head of the village, pointing and pointing in fear.

When I saw the police, I hurried out of the way.

Zhu Yuhan put on his gloves and pushed open the wooden door that had been in disrepair for a long time, and a bitter smell of dust came to his nostrils.

Looking at it along the way, there is a bright red on the rough beam, which hurts the eyes.

The boy in the floral skirt was hung from the beam with his limbs tied behind his back, and his face was covered with heavy and inferior make-up, which looked horrifying.

"Who found it?" Zhu Yuhan looked around.

The villagers pushed the trembling little boy with absent-minded eyes towards him.

The boy was really frightened, and before asking a few words, the child started to cry.

After the criminal police took the photo, he put the boy down and put him in a body bag.

"Where are the relatives of the child?"

"The parents are working in the city, and they have been notified. According to the villagers, the older generation died early, and the children usually live alone."

"Carry out the corpse first, and comfort the boy, I think he is not emotionally stable." Zhu Yuhan waved his hand.

He looked around the dim thatched hut, where the original stove was still preserved, and a few broken bowls were placed on it, and there were unfinished vegetables in the bowls, all of which were uncommon wild vegetables.

The furnishings in the house were too messy, and it was quite difficult to obtain evidence. They were busy until ten o'clock in the evening before closing the team.

It was already one o'clock in the morning when the body was delivered to Chu Rong.

I thought that Chu Rong had already fallen asleep, but when I went there, I found that the institute was brightly lit, and Chu Rong was dissecting a male corpse in the studio.

Fu Huaiyu was also there, sitting outside reading the newspaper and waiting for Chu Rong's autopsy results.

"Quite busy." Zhu Yuhan smiled awkwardly.

Fu Huaiyu glanced up at him from the newspaper, didn't speak, and went back to his own business.

Zhu Yuhan rolled his eyes, waved his hands, and motioned for the team members to carry the corpse in.

"This case is a bit strange. It looks like a suicide, but it is definitely not a suicide. The rope buckle on the deceased's body looks like it was made by a professional, and it is almost impossible to tie himself up and hang it on the beam. You should check it first. Once the wound is cleared, I will go back to sort out the scene and collect evidence."

In fact, Zhu Yuhan wanted to get the autopsy report more quickly than anyone else, but since Fu Huaiyu was sitting here like the Buddha, he had no intention of leaving, so he had no choice but to leave first.

Chu Rong was busy with the work at hand, so he gave a perfunctory "um" and didn't continue.

Zhu Yuhan walked to the door: "I'll go back first."

"What case." The moment Zhu Yuhan went out, Fu Huaiyu called to stop him.

"A 13-year-old boy hanged at home in a skirt and heavy make-up."

Fu Huaiyu raised his head and raised his eyebrows: "Coincidentally, I am also here."

"What?" Zhu Yuhan asked again uncertainly.

Fu Huaiyu put down the newspaper, and picked up the coffee in front of him gracefully and calmly: "I received a call to the police in the afternoon and found a body in the suburbs. The death was similar to what you said. Judging from the situation at the scene, it had been dead for more than ten days."

Zhu Yuhan was taken aback: "You mean, it's also a man in a skirt who hanged himself at home with heavy makeup on?"

Fu Huaiyu nodded.

Hearing this, Zhu Yuhan, who was going to go home first, came back and sat on the other side of the sofa, keeping a distance from Fu Huaiyu as much as possible.

"Chinese New Year, met a blind date?"

But Zhu Yuhan felt that he turned the subject a little hard.

Even so, he still had to bite the bullet and reply: "See you."

"How about it."

"What can I do, I was messed up by Chu Rong." Zhu Yuhan pondered for a moment: "Of course, we can't blame Chu Rong entirely."

"Chu Rong went to your house?"

"Go, otherwise, wouldn't it be too pitiful for him to spend the New Year alone?"

The fingers placed between the knees moved, only to hear Fu Huaiyu sneer.

Zhu Yuhan didn't intend to continue this topic, and the more he talked, the more embarrassing he became, and he was innocent.

At three o'clock in the morning, Zhu Yuhan was falling asleep, and even Fu Huaiyu began to doze off with his arms folded and his head bowed. The door of Chu Rong's studio finally opened.

Chu Rong's face was tired and his lips were pale. He took off his goggles and threw the gloves into the trash can.

Zhu Yuhan woke up startled and looked at Chu Rong in confusion.

Chu Rong covered his mouth and yawned: "The autopsy report won't come out today, we need to measure the composition to determine the exact time of death, don't wait, go back."

When saying this, Chu Rong looked at Fu Huaiyu.

The meaning is obvious.

Fu Huaiyu stood up, put on a suit jacket, and took the first draft of Chu Rong's report on the corpse: "I'll go back and sort it out, and I'll come back tomorrow."

As soon as the voice fell, Zhu Yuhan also stood up: "Then I will go back first."

Chu Rong looked up at him: "Wait a minute, I have something to tell you."

Fu Huaiyu paused when he opened the door.

"Okay, hurry up, I'm almost sleepy." Zhu Yuhan opened his mouth wide, as if infected by Chu Rong, and yawned long.

Fu Huaiyu closed the door and left.

Chu Rong walked over and locked the door of the institute.

"Why, you have to lock the door for something shameful." Zhu Yuhan scratched his head, looking a little annoyed.

"I'm a forensic doctor." Chu Rong looked into Zhu Yuhan's eyes.

"I know, I didn't say you were an IT man."

"It is our duty to restore the truth to the dead." Chu Rong frowned.

"What the hell are you going to say?"

"These two, it looks like they died of sexual asphyxiation."

"Sexual asphyxiation?"

Chu Rong nodded: "It means that the person involved actively causes hypoxia, and under a certain degree of hypoxia in the brain, the release of excitatory neurotransmitters such as dopamine and norepinephrine increases, which will cause the person to have Certain symptoms such as delusions or delirium, and this symptom is the most important way to stimulate a certain sex."

Zhu Yuhan "tsk tsk" twice: "I know, the case of the touring singer back then was the same thing."

"But it's the female clothing on the deceased's body and the cosmetics that are to blame." Chu Rong looked at the chandelier on the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought.

"I asked Professor Guo about it, and he said that there is another saying that this kind of death state is a kind of sorcery from the folk."

Zhu Yuhan yawned continuously: "How should I say it?"

"The theory of continuing life for others."

Yawning halfway to the card owner, Zhu Yuhan turned to look at Chu Rong: "Tell me in detail."

"In Thailand, there is a saying about raising little ghosts. In fact, this kind of life extension for others is similar to raising little ghosts. It is said that you need a body of extreme yin and yang, and a suitable birth date. Zhiyin refers to the time when the yang energy of the human body is weakest at three o'clock in the morning, and in terms of the five elements and eight trigrams, women have a negative physique, which just confirms why the deceased was hanged at home in women's clothing and heavy makeup."

Chu Rong's "sorcery theory" stunned Zhu Yuhan.

"Do you believe this?" After holding back for a long time, only these few words came out.

"I don't believe it, but some people believe it." Chu Rong smiled: "The deceased's face was swollen, the skin and eye conjunctiva had spotting bleeding, and the kidneys and lungs were congested. It can be confirmed that the death was caused by mechanical asphyxia, and such death is relatively Quick, it can be disguised as suicide."

Zhu Yuhan nodded thoughtfully: "In this way, the criminal may be a butcher or a doctor. The professional knots on the deceased's body cannot be tied by ordinary people, and as far as you say, the criminal is very familiar with human physiology and understands how to deal with it. How to pretend to be a suicide shows that he may be a doctor, or even..."

In the middle of speaking, Zhu Yuhan stopped in time, and carefully glanced at Chu Rong.

"Forensic doctor, I want to say that it may be a forensic doctor, right?"

Zhu Yuhan laughed awkwardly: "It couldn't be you who did it."

"If it were me, then you would have become a corpse now. Personally, I think it is more likely that you are a butcher."

Chu Rong specially emphasized: "First of all, I am not discriminating. General pathologists, especially those who deal with corpses, will never believe in such superstitions; moreover, as a butcher, they will kill by various means. Livestock can also be said to have a little understanding of the characteristics of corpses after death."

"But if it's about sexual asphyxiation, then it's more likely that homosexuals commit crimes." Chu Rong raised his head.