Super Time Detective

Ye Huairui shook his head.

There were no bullet holes, no suspicious surface injuries, and no internal bleeding. Wang Xiaowu's autopsy results can indeed prove that this was not a traumatic death.

On the premise that no positive changes were found, combined with the testimony of his companions, the suspect's confession, and other witnesses and evidence, Ye Huairui could only consider that the internal environment of the body was disturbed by strong external stimuli, and then cardiac arrest occurred, leading to Wang Xiaowu's death.

In short, it is "restraining death".

Or to put it more bluntly, people are scared to death.

This conclusion sounds incredible, and even Police Officer Huang showed a tangled expression of "It's not that I don't believe you, but I'm afraid that the family members and the media will not accept it".

However, in fact, "death suppression" is not an uncommon term in forensic science.

Some people may just urinate when they are holding back their urine hard, or they are punched in the eye socket, or they are jokingly choked by their companions when they are fighting, and the heart is suppressed and died suddenly because of the vagus nerve reflex. up.

Back to Wang Xiaowu's case.

The autopsy found that Wang Xiaowu's thymus hypertrophy may be "thymic lymphoid constitution".

Regarding the existence of "thymic lymphatic constitution" and whether it can cause sudden death, there is a huge controversy in the forensic and medical circles, and related discussions are going on every year at home and abroad.

It is generally believed that the so-called "thymic lymphatic constitution" is clinically manifested as thymus hypertrophy, enlarged lymphoid tissue and lymph nodes throughout the body, adrenal cortical atrophy, aortic stenosis, left ventricular high voltage or left ventricular hypertrophy, abnormal immune function, and endocrine disorders wait.

People with this type of constitution have poor stress ability and are prone to sudden death due to external stimuli or emotional agitation.And sudden death mostly occurs in infants or young children.

Judging from the current evidence, it is true that Wang Xiaowu has hypertrophy of the thymus gland, but whether this is really the so-called "thymic lymphoid constitution" or the root cause of the sudden death of the juvenile, Ye Huairui cannot make a conclusion.

Officer Huang: "..."

After listening to Ye Huairui's explanation, he was silent for a long time.

"Well, I used to like watching "CSI" the most when I was in the police academy. I think your forensic doctors are amazing. You can find out how people died when you send them in for investigation."

He scratched his hair helplessly, "When I became a policeman, I realized that there was a cause of death that you couldn't find out."

Ye Huairui smiled without any excuse.

In fact, even in the best forensic science centers in the world, there are many cases where the cause and manner of death cannot be determined.

When the forensic doctor is faced with the identification of positive signs that cannot be found, it is the most correct way to respect the facts and honestly write down the autopsy findings.

"Well, at least now I know that the person was definitely not shot to death."

Officer Huang scratched his hair helplessly, and laughed at himself:

"It is estimated that the media must be very excited to know this news, after all, it has changed from current affairs news to supernatural stories all at once!"

He has already been able to imagine that the major TV stations have made 180 special episodes on this case, hyping it up as an urban ghost story like dead doubles and ghosts claiming their lives.

As for whether Wang Xiaowu really died of the so-called "thymic lymphatic constitution", who would really care?

"Anyway, let's stop here for now."

Ye Huairui took off his dirty outer gloves and said to Police Officer Huang:

"I'll give you the testimonial after the toxicology test and pathological results come out."

Officer Huang nodded.

"Well, the current technology is very advanced, but there will still be such unclear cases."

He sighed casually:

"It was so difficult to put it back four or fifty years ago, when there was nothing to do!"

Ye Huairui's heart skipped a beat.

The speaker is unintentional, but listens intently.

He immediately thought of his communication with Yin Jiaming in the basement of the villa.

"Speaking of four or fifty years ago..."

Zhang Mingming was checking the photos in his camera. Hearing what Police Officer Huang said, he remembered that his friend dragged him to the file room to read the files:

"A Rui, the one you've been studying recently..."The Great Heist of the Golden City" has been around for 40 years, right?"

Ye Huairui didn't expect Comrade Er Ming to mention this suddenly, and was taken aback.

Ouyang Tingting, who was packing up the dissection equipment next to her, heard the words "Golden City Robbery", she also stopped what she was doing, and looked up at Ye Huairui.

"Ah."

The expression on Ye Huairui's face was very calm, as if he was careless, "39 years, why?"

Zhang Mingming grinned:

"It's all right. I just heard what Sir Huang said. I couldn't help but think that if there were cameras everywhere like now, and with the current technology, the murderer might have been caught long ago."

Ye Huairui's eyes flashed, and he asked, "For example?"

"For example, have you never really minded whether the security manager surnamed Dai committed suicide?"

Comrade Er Ming laughed:

"If it's really a fake scene, use the current trace detection technology to investigate again, maybe you can find the footprints of the second person."

Of course Zhang Mingming was just joking when he said this, he didn't take it seriously at all.

But Ye Huairui's hand quietly clenched into a fist behind his back.

An absurd idea appeared in his mind, and then it was like a spark falling into the autumn wilderness, and it started a prairie fire in an instant, and could no longer be suppressed.

&&&&&&&&&

Thursday, July 7, at 29:25pm.

When getting off work, the sky has been gloomy, as if it will rain at any time.

Ye Huairui has been standing in front of the window of the office, looking down at the time while looking at the dark rain clouds in the sky.

"A Rui, what are you doing?"

When Zhang Mingming came in several times, he saw Ye Huairui looking up at the sky, and couldn't help but joked:

"In a hurry to go on a date? Have you met a handsome guy?"

Ye Huairui turned his head and answered irrelevant questions: "It seems to be raining soon."

Zhang Mingming raised his eyebrows: "So where are you going in a hurry?"

"I don't want to go anywhere."

Seeing that there were 5 minutes left, he began to pack his things quickly, "I'm going home."

Zhang Mingming: "???"

He said in his heart, I remember you live alone, right?There is no babysitter, and there is no food to eat when you get home. What is the rush?

Thinking of this, Zhang Mingming narrowed his eyes and smiled narrowly:

"Couldn't you be Jinwu Zangjiao? How about it, are you a handsome guy?"

——No Jiao, but there is a ghost who seems to have traveled through time, but he is handsome.

At 05:30, Ye Huairui was too lazy to talk to his bad friend, so he picked up his briefcase:

"Go, bye."

After finishing speaking, he passed Zhang Mingming straight away, and walked out of the office quickly without looking back.

Ye Huairui wants to get back to the villa before it starts to rain.

After the previous two experiences, Ye Huairui guessed that he could get in touch with Yin Jiaming only during thunderstorms.

He couldn't wait to verify his conjecture, and drove home as soon as he got off work.

Fortunately, the road conditions are good today, and Master Dragon King is also saving face.

Ye Huairui returned to the villa and ran all the way into the basement when he finally heard the first thunder.

- Boom!

The thunder sounded a little far away, but the big raindrops had already hit the glass of the transom.

"Hey, Yin Jiaming!"

Ye Huairui stood in front of the desk, and called Yin Jiaming's name in the empty space:

"are you there?"

His voice trembled slightly, and he didn't know if it was because he was still out of breath after running all the way, or because he was too nervous.

Ye Huairui held his breath, anxiously waiting for the reply.

Ten seconds later, no one answered.He could only hear the sound of rain hitting the glass, crackling, rushing like drums on a battlefield.

"Yin Jiaming!"

Ye Huairui called out again.

- Boom!

There was another muffled thunder.

This time the thunder was closer.

[...A Rui? 】

The next second, Ye Huairui heard someone call his name.

【Is that you, A Rui? 】

Ye Huairui suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his heart jumped twice violently.

Although he guessed that the thunderstorm was the key to communicating with Yin Jiaming, when such an unscientific guess came true, he still inevitably felt nervous and excited.

"Yes, it's me!"

He replied loudly: "I am Ye Huairui."

【Hey, that's great, I can finally talk to you again. 】

Yin Jiaming was obviously also very happy:

[I haven't heard your voice for two days, I miss you so much! 】

This straight ball was too straight, Ye Huairui choked, and for some reason his cheeks felt hot.

He convinced himself that this must be a difference in the expression of the Jincheng dialect, just like the Sichuan and Sichuan regions love to use reduplicative characters even when swearing.

"Wait, Yin Jiaming, listen to me first!"

Before Yin Jiaming could speak, Ye Huairui told what he knew:

"If I'm not wrong, I can only talk to you when it's raining on my side."

He spoke much faster than usual:

"So, we don't have much time, only about half an hour."

【Oh? 】

Yin Jiaming was silent for a few seconds, 【Well, I seem to have indeed heard the sound of rain from your side...】

Young Master Yin originally planned that when he connected with Ye Huairui again, he must ask the guy who called himself "the man of the future" who was the one who robbed Dah Sing Bank.

But he was a step late, and Ye Huairui took the lead with a word, so he forgot this important matter for a while.

Sure enough, the person over there spoke again:

"Yin Jiaming, now I need you to cooperate with me in an experiment."

Yin Jiaming thought it was quite interesting, so he replied:

[OK, what do you want to do? 】

"You are now in the Chamber of Secrets."

Ye Huairui said:

"I mean, it's the basement of a villa, and the entrance is in the ancient cabinet, right?"

Yin Jiaming subconsciously nodded.

【right. 】

He thought for a while and asked again:

[Can you see me? 】

--really!

Ye Huairui's heart was pounding.

But he had to hurry up, because he had already made up his mind to find out whether things were exactly as he had speculated before the rain stopped.

"There's a table in the room, right?"

Staring at the old desk in front of him, he continued:

"It's a log-colored desk with two drawers. You burned a small hole in the lower right corner of the desk with a cigarette butt—it's the one we used to write in water."

【Yup. 】

Yin Jiaming didn't know, so:

[What do you want to do? 】