Someone has a crush on Forensic Gu

Just at night, rows of colorful plaques light up on the snack street. This street is famous for its barbecue, and has formed its own unique street culture over time.

The air is filled with charcoal fire and the fragrance of cumin. There are many down-to-earth tables and stools on the side of the road, and the tables are covered with disposable tablecloths.

Although this street is very old, there are still many people driving there at night, even if they queue up, they want to have a bite of the most authentic local barbecue.

Gu Yuan stood next to a trash can, and glanced at the countless bamboo sticks and used disposable bowls and chopsticks stuck in the bucket.

The ground under his feet was covered with a layer of black grease, but these were not what suffocated Gu Yuan the most. What really suffocated him was the endless, dark crowd.

Enduring the bad mood that might run away at any time, he walked into an old barbecue shop with a silver-white survey box.

The policeman stood outside the barbecue shop and asked, "What were you doing at the time of the incident?"

The make-up on the proprietress's face was already worn out from tears, and her tied-up hair was scattered on her shoulders in a mess. She looked weak, and she looked as if she was more mournful than heartbroken.

Seeing that his wife was not in the mood to answer, the boss had no choice but to answer: "At that time, my wife and I were grilling outside the shop. The shop was full of customers and we were so busy that we asked our daughter to watch the children while she was doing her homework upstairs. , I don’t know why the child ran to the first floor..."

The boss's hands were burned, and there were big blisters on the back of his hands. Although he didn't cry out the pain, it could be seen that he was very uncomfortable.

Standing next to the couple was a thin girl. She looked at the policeman in the room quietly, with tears under her eyelids, trembling all over, and looked quite frightened.

The two new plates of crayfish in the store still exude fragrance, and the beer that has been drunk is quietly placed on the table, and the foam on it has not dissipated.

The diners had already been invited out by the police, and the only people left inside were the police and the trace detection team who took pictures and collected evidence.

"It was the diner who called the police. At that time, the guest wanted to find the toilet, but bumped into the kitchen by mistake. He saw that something was being fried in the electric heating oil tank, and the oil was splashed everywhere. He went out and reminded the boss. The boss went into the kitchen to check and found My youngest son was lying in it, and there was too much movement when trying to retrieve people, and when a customer found out, he immediately called the police."

Li Meng roughly described the scene at that time.

Gu Yuan looked at the ground, the corpse on the ground was covered by a white cloth, and the outline looked like a child.

When the white cloth was uncovered, it was the corpse of a two-year-old child whose whole body had been scalded with hot oil. The normal structure of the skin had disappeared, and the soft tissue was sticking together, making it difficult to look directly at.

Next to the body is an electric heating oil tank, which is two-thirds filled with thermal oil.

The whole kitchen is very spacious, the walls are covered with white tiles, and the entire wall directly opposite is artificially built into a rectangular sink. There are three rusty faucets above the sink, one of which is constantly dripping water.

There is an aisle in the back of the kitchen. There are two large shelves on both sides of the aisle. One shelf is full of miscellaneous seasonings, and the other is piled with a lot of disposable tableware.

There is a door at the end of the aisle. Walking in, it is the stairs leading to the second floor. The second floor is the living place of the boss and his family.

"The deceased was the youngest son of the boss and his wife. He was less than two years old and had a violent temper. Usually, the boss and his wife were busy with business, so they didn't have much time to take care of him. Most of the time, he was left to sit in the corner and play with toys.

There is an older daughter on it, 12 years old, who has just entered junior high school, and will help take care of the children after school.

Gu Yuanding stared fixedly at the corpse on the ground, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Gu Fayi, are you okay?"

Li Meng yelled at him, wondering, Gu Yuan was usually very calm, even when he encountered a highly decomposed giant corpse, he didn't frown, what happened to him today, he was in a bad mood?

Mo Lin, who was standing at the door, noticed that something was wrong with Gu Yuan, and walked straight up to him: "Do you need me to help you open the box?"

When Mo Lin reached out to take the survey box in his hand, he accidentally touched his hand, he suddenly trembled all over, and then he came back to his senses.

His reaction startled the surrounding policemen.

Gu Yuan came back to his senses and looked at the small corpse on the ground again. His memory was unconsciously brought back to 15 years ago. The corpse in front of him overlapped with the burnt corpse of his younger sister in his memory...

Mo Lin lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "Don't be nervous, it's just a corpse..."

Gu Yuan frowned, why did he always feel that he knew him well?

Is there really mind reading in this world?

He regained his composure, quickly put on his gloves, opened the investigation box, and then squatted down to examine the corpse.

"After the child's father picked up the child, he found that the child was dead. At that time, there was no one else in the kitchen, only the daughter on the second floor was doing homework."

Fingers touched the sticky flesh, which was full of old oil that had fried meat skewers, exuding a chest tight smell. The temperature of the oil was already very low, but Gu Yuan could not judge the time of death by the temperature of the corpse.

The skin and joint structure of the corpse were destroyed, and the time of death could not be judged by the degree of plaque and rigor.

His hand touched the head of the deceased, and the fontanel of the skull had not been completely closed (the fontanel closed 12-18 months after the child was born), and the child's head at this time was extremely fragile.

"How old did you say the child was?" Gu Yuan asked.

"One and a half years old." Li Meng replied.

Gu Yuan noticed that the fontanel above the forehead had sunken marks, and there was a large amount of black clot material wrapped under the scalp that was glued to the soft tissue. Even if it had been fried, he could still recognize it as a blood clot.

The lips of the deceased were stuck together, and after being separated with a blunt instrument, the mouth of the deceased was removed. There was something similar to vomit in it. Gu Yuan extracted some and sent it for inspection.

No obvious damage was found in the neck and other parts of the body, and the bones were intact without any abnormalities.

"Is it an accident or a criminal case?" Li Meng asked.

Gu Yuan's hand left the corpse: "Criminal case, take it back for autopsy."

After returning to the police station, Mo Lin handed him a bottle of mineral water: "If you encounter unpleasant things, think about me more, maybe you will feel better."

"Really?" Gu Yuan took a sip of water and put it back on the table: "During the autopsy, can you come in?"

"Huh? Want me to help?"

"Hmm...help me tie my dissecting suit."

"Then can I go out after finishing?"

"No."

"OK, I understand..."

Gu Yuan never liked asking others to help, but today's corpse always reminded him of his dead sister. When he was in the store just now, knowing that Mo Lin was standing behind him, his heart would be a little calmer.

Gu Yuan put on his dissecting suit and stood in front of the dissecting table. Mo Lin, who was standing behind him, suddenly smiled, approached him slowly, and said softly, "Stand still, don't move."

Feeling Mo Lin's hand touching his clothes, Gu Yuan suddenly remembered the feeling of his fingers holding his ankles on the beach that day.

Mo Linshui looked at Gu Yuan who was only as tall as the bridge of his nose. Although he was wearing a dissecting suit, the back of his neck was still exposed to the air. The temperature there seemed to be a bit high, so that his skin began to turn slightly red.

His Adam's apple rose and fell, and he asked, "Is the temperature in the dissection room too high today?"

"It should be your illusion."

While talking, Gu Yuan put on his gloves, picked up the scalpel, and cut a gash in the corpse's chest.

In order to determine the time of the child's death, Gu Yuan cut open the child's stomach, which was filled with a large amount of food.

"The child had dinner not long before his death, and no gastric emptying occurred. Judging by the stirring of the gastric juice, it should be an accident one hour after eating. There was vomit in the esophagus, and the trachea was blocked by food. The real cause of death should be suffocation."

After receiving the autopsy report, Li Meng was very surprised: "You mean, the child didn't fall into the electric heating oil tank for fun, but was suffocated because the trachea was blocked?"

"That's right, to be exact, it should have been a heavy blow to the head first, and after a short period of fainting, the intracranial pressure rose and vomited, and the vomit fell into the trachea and then suffocated." Gu Yuan said as he packed his things, preparing to go back. Take a shower at home: "You should focus on checking that there is no vomit at the scene."

"Understood, I'll let you know when I have news." Knowing that he was going back to take a shower, Li Meng raised his hand to look at his watch: "It's getting late, leave the rest to me, go back and have a good rest, what's the matter tomorrow morning Say it again."

When Gu Yuan passed the office corridor with his schoolbag on his back, he saw Mo Lin leaning against the office door with a cup of coffee. The second button of his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a large collarbone, and the lines of his neck muscles were divided into light and dark sides by the incandescent lamp.

He stood there, causing the female policewoman on the night shift to have no intention of going to work, and she would glance at him from time to time.

"Are you going home?"

"Ah."

Mo Lin turned around and put down his coffee, picked up his coat: "That's right, let's go together."

Gu Yuanxin said: We seem to be on the wrong track.

Mo Lin, who was "on the wrong road", sent Gu Yuan to the side of the road, pretended to buy a pack of cigarettes, and then turned back to the garage to drive...

After taking a shower and lying on the bed, there is always the sound of cars passing by around. Gu Yuan put on earplugs and an eye mask, but as soon as he closes his eyes, the charred body of his sister will appear in front of his eyes.

He took off the blindfold almost helplessly and stared at the dark ceiling in a daze. At this moment, a sentence popped up in his mind: If you encounter unpleasant things, think about me more, maybe you will feel better...

He wondered if he was dazed, or that guy hypnotized him inadvertently?

Turn on the phone to check the time, it's already one o'clock in the morning.

Just as he was about to turn off the phone, a message popped up on the phone interface.

Mo Lin: [Are you asleep? 】

Gu Yuan: [No, what? 】

Mo Lin: [It's nothing, I just heard a nice song and wanted to share it with you. 】

A playback interface popped up on the phone screen, Gu Yuan took off the earplugs, put on the earphones, and clicked play.

The background music is the sound of waves hitting the beach. Gradually, the soothing and melodious cello sounds from the left ear like the tide, and slowly slides to the right ear...

This feeling is like being on a sunny beach...

Gu Yuan collected music and set it to sleep mode. After 10 minutes, the music stopped, and even the sound of breathing sounded in the room...