traces of all things

"What did you say?"

Tang Shaoyuan's voice was too low for Lu Zheng to hear clearly.

"It's nothing." Tang Shaoyuan smiled, with some warmth in his eyes: "It's done."

Lu Zheng thanked him, and straightened the cap and mask on his head. This was his first time wearing surgical gowns, and he was a little uncomfortable.

"During the autopsy just now, I found two pieces of rags under the victim's armpit." Tang Shaoyuan carefully took out a tray. On the tray were two pieces of dark red cloth with a striped pattern that could be vaguely seen. The edge has been scorched, and there are many traces of burn damage on it: "I think you might be useful, brother, so I left it first."

Lu Zheng was quite pleasantly surprised when he saw this.

"That must be useful!" He happily took the tray, carefully picked up the piece in front of him with tweezers, squinted his eyes slightly, and moved his gaze slowly, then put the two pieces of small cloth into the evidence bag for storage. good.

The pale light from the dome light fell straight on Lu Zheng's body. He turned his head slightly to prevent the light from being blocked. He took out a magnifying glass and tweezers from the inspection box, and started from the burnt head of the corpse. Checked down inch by inch.

The inspection process was very boring. There was no third living person in the autopsy room, and Lu Zheng was all eyes on the corpse in front of him, so he didn't say a word.But Tang Shaoyuan didn't think it was so boring. Lu Zheng was looking at the corpse, and he just quietly looked at Lu Zheng, his frowning eyebrows from time to time, his round eyes that were always energetic, and his set Nimble fingers in double gloves.The mask covered half of Lu Zheng's face, but Tang Shaoyuan seemed to feel that his eyes had passed through the blue non-woven fabric, and he saw Lu Zheng pouting unconsciously as usual when he was concentrating on thinking. Mouth.

A bit like a kitten, a bit like a puppy, even a bit like a bunny, anyway, like all the poor and cute animals in the world.

The second hand on the wall was ticking, ticking, gliding around and around tirelessly, making people dizzy.

Lu Zheng finally took his eyes off the corpse, and looked thoughtfully at the transparent evidence bag in his hand.

The small pouch contained the spoils of his past two hours—a few navy-blue fibers extracted from the charred belly of a corpse.

"No." He said to himself, his face full of confusion.

"What's the matter, brother?" A second person's voice suddenly sounded in the room, startling Lu Zheng. The evidence bag in his hand almost came loose. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and grabbed it tightly. Looking up, Across a charred corpse, Tang Shaoyuan was standing upright on the opposite side, the surgical gown on his body hadn't been taken off yet.

"Shao Yuan? You haven't left yet?" Lu Zheng was taken aback, recalling how long he had been working hard just now, but he didn't notice that there was a big living person beside him, so he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed: "I I thought you were already doing toxicology."

Tang Shaoyuan smiled through the mask, and the corners of the eyes behind the glasses were bent: "I handed it over to Lao Ran from the Municipal Bureau. I just got the report. You were too focused and maybe you didn't hear the sound of me going out. Did you find anything? "

"Yes, there is." Lu Zheng looked thoughtfully, and looked at the physical evidence in front of him again: "It's just that I will need to confirm some things with Deputy Team Xian tomorrow—how about the toxicology report?"

Tang Shaoyuan stepped forward and turned his head around the toxicology report, and pointed at the lines of ghost symbols in front of him: "We have checked all conventional poisons, pesticide poisoning, hypnotic sedative drugs, cyanide, metal poisoning, etc. All have been ruled out. Except for carbon monoxide, no other poisons were found in the body of the deceased."

Lu Zheng nodded, but his brows did not loosen.

It was getting late, and tomorrow they will participate in the city bureau's interrogation of the personnel and witnesses involved in the fire. The two worked together to arrange the remains of the corpse and prepare to retreat.Lu Zheng stretched out his hand and pulled it twice, but he couldn't reach the strap behind him, so he stretched it upwards vigorously.

With a "click", his neck made a rather dangerous sound.

The pain caused Lu Zheng to "hiss—" and sucked in a breath of cold air.

A few slightly cool fingers touched the back of his neck, and gently pinched it a few times. Tang Shaoyuan did not know when he had taken off his surgical gown and gloves, and was hanging slightly Give him a head massage.

"Thank you brother." Lu Zheng grinned and sighed, and couldn't help but tease Tang Shaoyuan: "Why are your hands like a girl's, so cold? Pay attention to your body, Comrade Xiao Tang."

The fingers on the neck that were gently massaging stopped for a moment without any trace, and then continued to press at the original rhythm, but with a little more force, Lu Zheng's neck was a little sore.

"Brother has touched many girls' hands?"

Unable to see Tang Shaoyuan's expression at this time, Lu Zheng thought he was joking with himself, and laughed twice: "How can there be such a blessing, it's not that when it's winter, lesbians hold a hot water bottle hand?"

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Lu Zheng felt that the strength of the massage on his neck became gentle again in an instant.

**

The next day, provincial and urban public security bureaus.

"The nature of this incident is already very clear." It was Deputy Captain Xian Hongru who spoke: "With the assistance of experts from the provincial department, we conducted a re-examination of the scene yesterday."

When Captain Xian said the words "provincial and departmental experts", there was obviously a hint of reluctance.

The conference room was full of criminal police officers who participated in the investigation of the fire. Some of them had black eyes, as if they had been busy until midnight and didn't sleep well.Lu Zheng and the others also sat in the middle and participated in the case analysis meeting.

"First of all, start from the scene. The fire brigade has already given an opinion, which is the same as our technical staff's analysis, that is, the fire started in the northwest corner of the room, which is the original fabric sofa, and no combustion was found. Substance remains." Captain Xian nodded in Xue Yiwei's direction, Xue Yiwei sat upright, looking like a college bully who had just been praised by the teacher, and made a gesture of dare not to be the leader to Captain Xian, taking the lead to give Xian Hongru applauded.

Everyone present was a little embarrassed, and it was not enough to applaud, and it seemed a bit uninteresting not to applaud.

"...This business is blowing up, oh my god, my goosebumps are going to fall all over the floor." Wei Xiongfeng complained in Lu Zheng's ear: "Why don't you just perform a live show to recognize your godfather."

I don’t know where I got a photo of Professor Guan Bin sitting in the office, which was enlarged and projected on the big screen. In the corner of the office, there is clearly an off-white fabric sofa with a small pillow of the same color on the sofa. There are some sundries piled up on the backrest, including books, papers, several boxes, plastic bags, and a blue jacket on the armrest.Obviously, like Wei Xiongfeng, Professor Guan is not very good at organizing personal affairs.

In the middle of the photo is Professor Guan Bin sitting behind the desk. He is very thin and tall, with unkempt hair, wearing a pair of thick glasses with bottle bottoms, his face is expressionless, and the stacks of books in his hand are overwhelming He is full of university domineering temperament.

"Hey, it's a pity, such a talent." Geng Zhizhong shook his head.

Lu Zheng tried his best to take his eyes off Professor Guan, carefully observing the furnishings and structures inside the office.

On the other side, Captain Xian’s voice came faintly: "...At the same time, there is no trace of restraint on Professor Guan’s body. The only open window in the office is far away, so there is no possibility of others setting fire from outside the house, and the rest of the doors and windows are locked. In addition, the deceased himself had the habit of sleeping on the sofa in the morning, and usually smoked. In summary, the fire should be a case of In an accident, Professor Guan, the deceased, lay on the sofa and smoked before taking a nap. After he fell asleep, the cigarette butt fell and lit the sofa cloth. Because the smoke alarm in the house was removed by Professor Guan, the battery could not sound the alarm, and the fire eventually expanded , which caused this unfortunate incident.”

Captain Xian ended his speech forcefully, and Xue Yiwei, his loyal audience, nodded repeatedly, as if he couldn't agree more.

The criminal police present all closed the notebooks in front of them. Xian Hongru's report was very complete. The nature of this incident had been determined. Since it was an accidental death, the rest of the work would be much easier.

"Wait a minute, Captain Xian, I have a question." Seeing that Deputy Captain Xian was about to end the meeting, Lu Zheng quickly raised his hand as a signal.

Xian Hongru still has a leadership demeanor, and he didn't show any impatient look when he was interrupted. Instead, he raised his hand and pressed down, signaling the people in the room to quiet down: "Leader Lu, please speak."

"The blue dress on the fabric sofa in the photo looks like a winter dress, but judging from the way Professor Guan is dressed in the photo and the time it was taken, it is obviously a summer photo. What is there with that dress? Is it of any special use?"

Xian Hongru didn't expect Lu Zheng to ask such an irrelevant question, but his work style has always been meticulous, so he took out his work notes and flipped through them, and quickly found the relevant content: " We obtained this photo from the family members of the deceased. According to the family members, the dark blue jacket was specially placed in the office by the deceased to cover his stomach during the noon break to prevent him from catching cold. We are on the remnants of the fabric sofa The fragments of this jacket were also extracted, and you, Team Leader Lu, were also at the scene yesterday, so you should have an impression."

Lu Zheng did have an impression of the clothes left at that time, he nodded and asked the second question.

"Thank you Team Xian. I went to the autopsy room last night and carefully inspected the corpse's body surface. I also found a piece of burnt clothing fiber residue in the abdomen of the corpse. Due to the serious adhesion to the skin of the deceased, only a little was extracted. "While talking, Lu Zheng took out the evidence bag containing the dark blue fiber from yesterday, and placed it in the center of the conference table: "I think this fire is suspicious here, Professor Guan did not take any sleeping pills, Then why in the fire scene, he can still maintain the posture of lying flat on the sofa, even with a jacket covering his stomach, without any struggle or escape?"

The whole place was silent.

Vice Captain Xian and Geng Zhizhong's two similar black faces instantly turned serious.

"I don't think this doubt may be established." Xue Yiwei's voice broke the silence: "Since it has been said that Professor Guan Bin has the habit of taking a nap while wearing a jacket, it is not impossible that there is such a possibility—Professor Guan takes a good nap. Prepared, covered his clothes and lay down on the sofa. Unexpectedly, he forgot to extinguish the cigarette butt. The cigarette butt ignited the sofa. Before he could wake up or make an escape action, he fell into a coma due to excessive inhalation of carbon ash and carbon monoxide. It's not unheard of for fires where the dead are asleep."

Xue Yiwei's point of view was like a small stone thrown into a calm water, and the conference room was buzzing with discussions.

As if he had expected it, Lu Zheng coughed lightly, and pushed forward a photo of the autopsy in the autopsy room.

"If the deceased lit the sofa on fire during his afternoon nap—then why did Professor Guan wear glasses on his face when he died?"

He sat on a wooden stool in the conference room, with his elbows resting on the table in front of him, staring straight at Xue Yiwei who was sitting opposite him with a pair of round eyes, as sharp as an unsheathed dagger.

The author has something to say:

It’s funny to say that when I was collecting and sorting out the materials for this article, a friend of the author’s forensic doctor emphasized that I should never write the scene where the forensic doctor wore a white coat to dissect the corpse, and the scene was covered in blood. The author was very surprised Because TV dramas seem to be like that, but the forensic doctor friend said that those TV dramas are all nonsense. If you really wear a white coat, you are pretending to be struck by lightning. The corpse will teach you how to be a human_(:зゝ∠)_23333