soul probation

【13】

Today's porridge is too much. —— Li Wei who took two bowls at the dining table

Wang Jue opened the door.

The reason why he immediately asked if there was any demolition was because his home was really shabby.The old building with one bedroom and one living room has been occupied by dust. Under the dim natural light, Wang Jue leaned on the sink with one hand and poured mineral water on his head with the other, and suddenly became more awake.

He squinted at himself in the mirror.Her hair was left untouched and was pulled back so long that it almost reached her shoulders.

Li Wei didn't have a mirror at home, and last time he just glanced at the mirror in the phone booth, and he didn't have time to see his virtues.The mid-length hair style, which I had never seen before, was not as sloppy as I imagined, but had a somewhat more decadent demeanor on the contrary.But he didn't miss it, so he took out a pair of scissors, the ones specially designed for anatomy, and cut his hair with a few swipes in front of the mirror.He is very good at using scissors, as crisp and sharp as cutting the soft tissue of 'Teacher General'.But maybe the right side was cut too fast and smoothly. When cutting the back of the left head, one didn't see clearly, scratched the side of the neck, and some blood oozes from the shallow wound immediately.

"hiss……"

He frowned and squinted closer to see the wound.

When his eyelashes were almost touching the mirror, he froze suddenly.

Is he nearsighted?

Wang Jue suddenly remembered that when he was in college, the highly respected teacher Zhang valued him very much. Whenever a forensic doctor asked him to be a consultant, he would take Wang Jue to investigate the truth about the corpse.When wearing goggles, Mr. Zhang also said that his eyesight is good, so he doesn’t need to wear glasses overlapping, and asked him to protect his eyesight.

He put down the scissors and entered the only room in the house.Oncoming is a wall of yellowing and brittle golden certificates, each with cartoon stickers on the upper edge—the certificates he received before he was five years old.He found a book under that wall, which was a photocopy of "Collected Records of Cleansing Injustice" given to him by his teacher*.He put it on the table, sat down and stared at it for a while, and suddenly found that the contents of the book could no longer be clearly read by relying on his "eyes one foot away from the table" since he was a child.

At least 600 degrees... It is probably some kind of pathological myopia with strange complications.

He sighed.

Go get a pair of glasses tomorrow.

He limply lay down on the table, resting his face on the book, quietly sniffing the fragrance of paper and ink.

He was thinking that he and Li Wei might have fought against each other very early.

"After your hands, how much can you see?" Li Wei once asked him condescendingly.

There was a corpse, and he and his teacher almost had a little evidence, and verified countless similar characteristics of the drug, but in the end, it was sent to cremation beyond the time limit and the patience of the family members.

Is it from your hands?Li Wei?

The teacher has written countless books in his major, including the official medical textbook - Li Wei's one.

Before the body was cremated, the teacher secretly kept the samples, and later published an academic paper that caused a sensation in the academic world.

Then he resigned.

Before giving him an explanation, Wang Jue fell into a coma.When the teacher's name appeared again, it was one of the editors he recognized in that textbook.

The name is ticked.

Wang Jue closed his eyes.

On the title page of "Collected Records of Removing Injustices" is the teacher's message:

"Right for the living, speak for the dead.——Zhang Ming."

Wang Jue woke up at the table, it was already noon the next day.

Why so sleepy?He got up unsteadily, but his eyelids were still heavy.

His optical shop chose to pick a shopping mall in the city center because there are many people there.

Visual acuity, color vision, outer eye, intraocular pressure, fundus, slit lamp, etc. were checked, and the left and right eyes soared from 0 degrees to more than 600 degrees.

This time I was really blinded by lard.

He wandered around with a heavy and ugly trial stand, and the world had never felt so clear.He suspected that he hadn't seen Li Wei's true face clearly before... Forget it, what do you want him to do?

I don't want to know the details of his appearance, it's better not to see him again.

As soon as he kicked him out of his mind, he saw a slender black shadow passing by in the reflection of the ubiquitous small mirror.

His heart tightened, and then he felt suspicious again.

…When I saw black, I became nervous, and it became a nervous reflex.

He took a deep breath, and simply half-lyed on the sofa, waiting boredly for the lens to be made.He chose a half-rim black frame, the style is very boring but the asking price is very confident.He didn't feel too much about the price, because he didn't spend his own money.

He suddenly remembered that he also stole Li Wei's money, which was quite a lot...just treat it as mental damage expenses, and he was not bad at that.

He wanted to lie quietly and sprawled on the soft sofa for eternity, but he couldn't stand the timid waiter who kept pouring water for him, so he decided to go to the toilet.

He shouldn't have gone in.

As soon as Wang Jue entered the toilet door, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

He immediately looked around vigilantly, the compartments were half-covered, and there was no one here.

No one, but... Wang Jue's intuition was at work, and he kicked open the doors of the compartments one by one with his toes.

When kicking to the last room, the door slowly opened, this compartment is red.

An adult male was lying in a corner compartment, his throat gaping open, spraying blood all over the compartment.The clear field of vision brought a more tense visual effect, and the black wound seemed to roar to separate the corpse.Wang Jue didn't even need to check his pulse.

As a former forensic student who read countless corpses, his chest heaved violently, and his legs suddenly became weak——

The corpse was in the pose he had just been lying on the sofa.

He knows who did it.

And the man was holding a scalpel, pressing against his neck, and sticking up from behind.

"Does it look good?" In the mirror next to him, Wang Jue saw that Li Wei was holding a knife in his left hand against the artery on the side of his neck, his body was touching his back with a faint warmth, and his chin was resting on his right shoulder.He heard a warm and close whisper in his ear:

"This is my first time killing people with great fanfare."

"You taught me."

His voice is as gentle as water, with a little smile, his deep and dangerous qualities are infinitely magnified with the clear five senses - he looks at him, listens to him, touches him, but he will be swallowed by him, even the bones I don't spit.

"I want to go with a lot of fanfare. It's better to have a corpse that the forensic doctor can tell how to die at a glance....You can strangle me."

"This little forensic doctor, have you seen the cause of death?"

tbc

* "Washing Injustice Collection" Song Ci, the originator of forensic medicine in the world