Neverland

The taste of this cup of milk tea is really indescribable.

The low-quality flavor of the instant milk tea easily overwhelmed the smell of tobacco in the car. Yan Cen took a sip with great expectations—only a sip of sweet water.

Xu Muzhou probably didn't care too much about the order of brewing, so he put the whole box of coconuts on the milk tea powder, and just stirred it casually before taking it out. Now most of the milk tea powder is stubbornly stuck to the bottom of the paper cup, not rush away.

Yan Cen pursed his lips, and calmly swallowed the small piece of milk tea that was brought up with the straw.

The sweetness of the milk tea powder exceeds the standard, and the dry throat is a bit choking.

Yan Cen pinched the straw and poked the bottom of the paper cup up and down, trying to stir the mixed coconut and milk tea powder inside before the water temperature dropped.

Xu Muzhou glanced at him in the right rearview mirror and asked, "Don't you like sweets?"

"No." Yan Cen dutifully played a low-key little forensic doctor, and said in a tone that fit his identity: "It's a little hot."

Xu Muzhou: "..."

"It's hot and warm." Xu Muzhou said dryly.

According to the personality of "Yan Forensic Medicine", Yan Cen should agree with embarrassment now, and then tilt his head to look out the window uncomfortably, interrupting any topics that may arise with a tacit understanding of adults, and talking to each other along the way. Go back to the city bureau without a word.

But then again, his act of coming to knock on the car window of the deputy captain of the criminal investigation itself is not "strict forensic medicine".

So Yan Cen smiled in accordance with his heart, and agreed: "Yeah."

Xu Muzhou didn't expect such an awkward chat to get a response, so he glanced at him again in surprise.

The dark clouds that were originally rainy and continuous were diluted by the sun, and the sky was not so dull. The warm air in the car made this small place very warm. The rain was still falling outside, and the water droplets flowed down the sides. The square car window glass is winding down, and the various colored lights at the entrance of the street shop have not been turned off, mixed with water stains and spread on the car window, blurring the gray city outside into colorful colors.

The air conditioner in the car was turned on a little high, and Yan Cen's glasses were covered with a thick layer of fog, so he took off the glasses and put them in his hands, without bothering to wipe them, waiting for the fog to dissipate on their own.

With 48 seconds left on the red light, two cars waiting to turn left were parked in front of Xu Muzhou. The blinking turn signal fell on Xu Muzhou's eyes finely through the corner of the car window covered with water droplets. inside.

In the next second, Xu Muzhou's eyeballs moved slightly, and those light red lights disappeared due to the angle shift.

—— He tilted his head and looked at Yan Cen from the corner of his eye.

The young forensic doctor next to him was really very quiet. He had the square metal box on his lap, and the milk tea cup and the glasses he took off were all placed on the lid of the box, which was very useful.

Yan Cen's wrist rested on the edge of the metal box, and the white sweater sleeve on his forearm slipped a little, exposing his protruding wrist bones.The hand further up had distinct joints, and the light blue blood vessels on the back of the hand were obvious, and it looked a little sickly pale.

The temperature of the milk tea should not have dropped yet, the tip of his left finger holding the cup of milk tea was slightly red.

It was only when he took off his glasses that Xu Muzhou realized that Yan Cen's pupils were lighter than most people's, an obvious amber color, which looked very clear under the light.

"The light is green." Yan Cen said suddenly.

"Oh——" Xu Muzhou came back to his senses, only to realize that he had been staring at the front window on Yan Cen's side for a long time in a daze, and he didn't even notice that the red light was over.

With a dry cough, he shifted the gear lever to second gear and stepped on the accelerator.

The fog on Yan Cen's glasses had disappeared. He put the glasses back on the bridge of his nose, and stirred the cup of milk tea in his hand. After making sure that there was nothing hindering his hand's touch, he lowered his head and took a sip.

The taste of milk tea became much more normal, the sweet and greasy aroma of milk swirled on the tip of Yan Cen's tongue, and then flowed down his throat into his cold stomach.

——Although it's a bit too sweet, it's an overall pleasant taste.

So he took another sip.

"What were you thinking just now?" Yan Cen asked.

Xu Muzhou didn't expect this little forensic doctor to take the initiative to talk to you, and he couldn't tell the truth that I had an occupational disease and was sneaking a look at you just now, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "I'm thinking about poker cards."

He was just talking casually, but as soon as he said it, he suddenly remembered the question he was thinking about before being interrupted by the little forensic doctor in the parking lot.

"I was wondering what was used to draw that deck of playing cards." Xu Muzhou turned a corner, slowed down following the crowded traffic, pointed the steering wheel with his fingers unconsciously, and said, "The drawing is so neat, Even if it's done by hand, there must be tools, otherwise the edge of the square will not be so smooth... But it's not like a brush, what kind of brush can draw a printed texture-is it a murder weapon, a knife or something like that."

"Probably not." Yan Cen said: "The victim's wound is irregular and jagged. From the perspective of the murder weapon, the wound is deep but not long. It should be caused by a sharp blunt instrument—"

"Not long?" Xu Muzhou interrupted him: "It's been torn from the chest to the stomach, what is it called long?"

"I'm talking about the wound caused by the murder weapon." Yan Cen said: "The center of the victim's chest and abdomen was stabbed badly, and the edge of the outer wound was torn—for example."

As Yan Cen said, he put down the paper cup in his hand, took out two paper towels from the paper box and folded them together, then he took out a bunch of jingling keys from his pocket, and held the paper in front of his eyes to ensure that it could be used by Xu Mu. After Zhou saw it from the corner of his eye, he pierced the two tissues with the tip of a key.

A cut was made in the fragile tissue, Yan Cen exerted a little force on his wrist, and the tissue was cut in half.

"It's like this." Yan Cen said.

Xu Muzhou withdrew his gaze, turned the steering wheel half a circle to the right, changed lanes to the right-turn lane, and said casually: "...so you mean that the murderer stabbed the murder weapon deeply into the victim's chest, and then pulled down hard , tore apart his entire chest and abdomen with inertia?"

"It looks like this from the wound." Yan Cen said.

"Tsk..." Xu Muzhou frowned, and said, "Even if the wound was caused after Xu Kang died, without the interference of the struggle, the murderer is a bit inhuman—several ribs are broken. It's too big."

"Yes." Yan Cen said: "And judging from the murder scene, although he looked crazy, he was actually very calm - all the internal organs of the victim were in his abdominal cavity, except for a few pieces that burst out. Apart from the broken bones, the murderer did his utmost to ensure the integrity of the body."

Xu Muzhou clicked his tongue, but didn't comment on it.

"Is there no sharp weapon in this pull-down process?" Xu Muzhou asked again.

"Looking at the condition of the wound, there is almost none." Yan Cen said: "The edge of the wound is blunt, and the characteristics of laceration are also obvious, and there are several obvious jagged shapes."

"Sawtooth?" Xu Muzhou said.

"Yes, it should have stopped a few times in the middle to re-leverage, so the wound is not completely smooth." Yan Cen said: "There are two or three places, most of which occurred densely near the ribs."

"So the murder weapon should not be a regular sharp weapon like a knife, nor something like a saw." Xu Muzhou said, "Since the wound is deep, then this thing is very long?"

"It's possible." Yan Cen said: "I personally prefer things like hooks. The specific scar identification can only be done after I go back. I will finish it as soon as possible and hand it over to you for comparison."

"En." Xu Muzhou said, "Thank you for your hard work."

After the morning rush hour, the way back to the bureau was very smooth. Xu Muzhou took a detour on the way, avoided three or four traffic lights, and returned to the bureau with the general team.

Xu Muzhou parked the car at the gate of the City Bureau first, Yan Cen thanked him, and then took the finished milk tea cup and the used tissues down together.

Xu Muzhou watched him enter the gate, then turned the steering wheel, turned around and parked the car back to the parking lot in front of the courtyard.

The office of the Second Criminal Investigation Team is on the third floor of the Municipal Bureau. Xu Muzhou rushed up three steps at a time. As soon as he turned the stairs, he saw Shen Shuangxing come down in a hurry, holding a stack of rinsed water in his hand. photo.

"Hey, brother." Shen Shuang greeted, "It's pretty fast."

Xu Muzhou took the stack of photos away from him, and ordered: "Call someone for a meeting."

On the other side, in the forensic office at the end of the second floor, Yan Cen closed the door with his backhand. He put the metal box in his hand at the door, then put on his white coat that was almost dry in the crook of his arm, and squeezed the glass of cold wine. Milk tea went inside.

The corpse transported back from the crime scene had been placed on the operating table in the forensic room. Yan Cen held a plastic straw in his mouth and stretched out his hand to remove the white cloth covering the corpse.

In all honesty, Xu Kang's death was not a good look. His eyes were wide open, and the panic expression on his face had not faded away, making him look extremely ferocious.

Yan Cen reached out and turned on the lamp on the console. The pale light immediately enveloped Xu Kang who was on the steel bed. The massive blood loss covered his whole body with a gray-blue death, and his lips were pale. Yes, there is a small cut on the corner of the lip where the tooth was rubbed.

Yan Cen chewed the coconut, and casually moved Xu Kang's two arms.

Xu Kang also had many small wounds on the exposed back of his hands and forearms, some were scratched by a knife, and some were bruised and purple caused by the impact.Yan Cen opened his left forearm and found several unknown pinholes in the crook of his arm.

His right hand still maintains the posture of the weapon being taken away, and because of his stiffness, his five fingers contracted, as if he was still holding something tightly in his hand.

Yan Cen walked around him, and finished the cold milk tea in his hand along the way.He crushed the paper cup and threw it into a clean trash can beside the table.

Then Yan Cen walked to the steel bed in the center of the room, bent slightly, and carefully observed Xu Kang's eyes.

He was very close, so close that he could clearly see his own figure in the other's muddy pupils.