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[Zhao Boyang's perspective]

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"The devil within us has turned this world into hell."

"And I was originally a devil."

"The only way out of temptation is to give in to him."

"And I have long given in to the temptation."

"I want to say the deepest words I want to say to you, but I dare not, for fear that you will laugh at me."

"Sometimes I feel like my blood is pouring out like a fountain in the rhythm of crying." ①

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"Forensic medicine belongs to applied medicine. It has a systematic theoretical system and strong practicality. Its purpose is to study and solve medical problems related to law. People's birth, old age, illness, injury and death often involve legal issues. There are many kinds of means, and the problems to be solved cover a wide range, which requires the skillful application of theories and techniques of medicine, biology, chemistry and other natural sciences in forensic research and identification work..."

"Cause of death refers to the cause of death, built-in cause of death, such as disease, violence or physiological factors. According to the different roles in the occurrence of death, the cause of death can be divided into several categories. The classification of causes of death: direct cause of death, fundamental cause of death, auxiliary cause of death, death Inducing cause, joint cause of death. Immediate cause of death refers to the disease or injury directly leading to death..."

"It is of great significance to distinguish between violent death and non-violent death. The cause of death must be identified through a systematic and comprehensive autopsy before conclusions can be drawn, and it is difficult to avoid errors in identification close to the local area. In some special cases, such as the corpse has been processed, Or the bones are incomplete, white bones, according to some examination results combined with case analysis and pre-death performance Linchuan medical records, etc., most of them can only draw analytical conclusions, so the identification of the cause of death should be very cautious..."

"The autopsy findings can provide clues to the identification of the mode of death..."②

"Okay. Then let's look at a few examples first..."

October 22, sunny.It has been [-] days since Yin Yu was confirmed dead. After reading part of the will, I took over most of the real estate he left in other places and some shares in the family business.He handed over the "Hunting Knife" to his good friend's younger brothers Chang Wei and Bai Leqi. Only then did I know that when he returned to J City to visit Mr. Yin Zhiqian, he and Bai Ke's father, the then mayor Bai Yong had a verbal marriage similar It was an agreement, so Bai Leqi's identity seemed to be no longer embarrassing, and Yin Yu took him as a relative of his own and inherited part of his assets.

It is also since his "death" (I don't believe he will die like this), that we have glimpsed the tip of the iceberg of the wealth he had accumulated and acquired, and his original image of poverty and stinginess reveals his previous disguise.

After the interim lecture ended, I left the school in a hurry, so that I couldn't greet the professor politely.Xia Jun opened the game and the car was waiting at the school gate.He came to pick me up for an on-site inspection.And so far, he is still ignorant of the fact that the identity of "Yin Yu" is dead.

"In the 'cadre building' in Chaoyang District, the deceased was Director Qin who had just retired. I knew her, she was quite nice..."

Xia Jun talked about the victim's situation while driving.Qin Xianghua, female, 60 years old, her husband passed away at an early age, she had no children, and she had no other relatives at home. She worked for a government agency before retirement... In the past month or so, such cases have occurred frequently in the city, and all the deceased were The cadres who were employed, resigned, or retired, and who had held high positions, had no similar conditions in terms of position, gender, and age. The only thing that was consistent was that they were all killed by the same violent attack.It is presumed that the criminals may be the same person, and the killing methods are the same. They all use blunt instruments to severely hit the victim's head to fracture the skull.

"How did you say that the criminal entered the deceased's house? - There was no sign of violent intrusion at the scene. Could it be that the victim himself opened the door to invite the murderer to enter?"

"arrive."

With that said, Xia Jun parked the car downstairs in the community, and several police cars were already waiting there.Xiao Liu was holding a survey box and waving at me.

"Forensic Zhao!" She called me, and when she saw me approaching, she put down her exaggeratedly waving arms, and made a mischievous face after being glared at by the police.A very lively girl who was assigned just after graduating from school, and this time I was assigned to be assisted by her.

"The scene, have you seen it?" I followed Xia Jun upstairs. This building is old-fashioned, and there is no elevator installed inside.

"The time of death was confirmed at [-]:[-] this morning. According to Qin Xianghua's neighbors, he did not hear any abnormal sounds, and there were no visitors. The direct cause of death was the same as the previous ones, all of which were heavy blows with blunt objects head……"

"It's just that it's different this time." Entering the scene, Xia Jun suddenly interjected, and then a strange scene came into view...

"This murderer is quite talented in art!" Xiao Liu stood in the center of the living room with one hand on his hips, and said as if admiring, "This 'painting'...should waste a lot of effort, right?"

Indeed, such a "painting" should really be regarded as a work of art if it is only concerned with its artistic value... Just behind the place where the deceased fell to the ground, the white wall with the deceased's Blood paints a "sea of ​​flowers".If I'm not mistaken, what is shown in this painting should be poppies.

red poppy.

"In the field of Flanders, the poppy blows

Line after line, blooming between the cross of the dead,

That is our territory.And the sky

Skylark is still singing bravely, spreading her wings

The singing is submerged in the flames of the sky

At this moment, we have died.Suddenly before,

We are still living together, feeling the dawn and looking up at the sunset

We have loved as we have been loved.Now we sleep

On the battlefield of Flanders...

Keep fighting

Please take the torch from our lowered hands,

Let its brilliance illuminate the bloody battlefield

If you betrayed the covenant with the deceased

We shall never rest in peace.Even though poppies still bloom"

On the battlefields of Flanders. ③

"What does this murderer... want to express?" Xiao Liu bit his lip and thought hard while reciting a poem commemorating World War I.It could be seen that she was more interested in this serial murderer than the deceased himself.And this time was also the first time that the murderer had left clues at the scene. Before that, this person would always clean the scene very cleanly, with almost no traces to be found.

"Look here." After checking the body of the deceased, I called Xiao Liu, "The ring finger of the deceased's left hand was neatly cut off."

"Ah! I didn't even notice!" Xiao Liu yelled suddenly, and stuck out her tongue at me on purpose. The tip of her tongue was too red. I began to consider whether to advise her to eat less spicy food.

"You don't take the dead seriously at all." I couldn't help but sigh, as if I didn't see Xia Jun's slightly gloating expression.

"Let's find the ring finger of the deceased." I said to Xia Jun, "This may be another mystery left by the murderer."

……

After the autopsy, Xiao Liu stayed to write the report, and Xia Jun came to find me and went to the scene again.There, the only thing we got was a ring.A wedding ring, made of gold, has been used for about 30 years.It can be clearly concluded that this is the wedding ring of the deceased Qin Xianghua, and as for her missing ring finger, its whereabouts are still unknown.

If Yin Yu is still "alive", maybe he can help to take a look.

Thinking of this, I subconsciously looked at Xia Jun at the side. Since he came back, his mood has often been very unstable. I heard that he almost beat the criminal suspect to serious injury in an arrest operation half a month ago. A check was also written for this.I'm not sure if it's related to our mutual friend, but the only thing I can be sure of is that Xia Jun doesn't care about the recent cases.Otherwise, he would not have said such words at this time:

"Let's go out for dinner after get off work in a while. The boys in our team are really annoying. I heard that the policemen from the third team are also coming, and they want to see you by name...how about it?...huh?"

I don't know if the third team has police girls, but as a gay, Xia Jun probably doesn't care about it.I looked at him for a while, but couldn't think of an answer. In fact, I have never participated in a dinner party among colleagues except for the class reunion.What's more, the cases at hand are accumulating more and more, which is really incomprehensible.

"Still not." I said, still doomed to leave the scene with nothing in the end, but ignored Xia Jun's meaningful smile behind me.

"The ring of the deceased. Why did he keep the ring but take away the finger?" Xiao Liu looked at the photos of the scene while eating instant noodles, and it seemed that such an ordinary overtime work was not ordinary.The reason is that Xia Jun, the captain of the first team, did not go to any dinner party as scheduled, but stayed in the office with us to eat instant noodles.And the meaning is unclear, interspersed with noise.

"Maybe it's a collection hobby." Xia Jun kept turning the ring on his hand, making a crisp metallic sound of 'chachacha', which was very obvious in the quiet room.

The tungsten steel ring he wore on the index finger of his left hand was very wide, and the double-layer design allowed the ring inlaid on the ring to be turned easily... Accompanied by the sound of sucking noodles and the sound of friction and rotation of metal , The originally quiet environment also began to make people feel impatient.

The sound of friction and folding in half when documents and photos are flipped, the sound of Xia Jun continuously rotating the ring...

"Stop." I finally couldn't bear it anymore, took off my glasses and pinched the bridge of my nose to relax, and relax again. "Don't spin any more," I said.

The sound of that ring is really—very loud!

"You're jealous." After a moment of silence, Xia Jun stopped making noise, and suddenly said with some joy. "You are jealous, bare/naked/naked jealousy!" He repeated, hummed, picked up the noodles on the table that were about to soak, and ate them, not intending to leave room for my doubts.And the fact is that I am completely in a state of confusion, and I don't understand what he means at all.It's just that there's no room for questions.

He didn't want me to ask questions at all, as in these cases now.

Originally, I thought he would be a very competent policeman... I didn't worry about it anymore, and turned my attention to the ring—the wedding ring of the deceased.Why would the murderer do this?for what?

"Forensic Zhao." Xiao Liu said suddenly, "Do you think the murderer is a man or a woman?"

"A man." After a series of investigations and evidence collection, we have always presumed that the murderer is a man.

"But why would a man paint such a beautiful painting on site? At least in my opinion, most men don't have such thoughts, let alone such feminine aesthetics. The painting on site is very beautiful, no It looks like it came from a man's hand... Or, the murderer forced the deceased to draw it on the wall?"

"The murderer is a man." I repeated, secretly denying Xiao Liu's series of conjectures, because according to what I knew about the deceased, she had no accomplishments in painting.

"Well, I also think that the murderer is a man. Leaving aside the superiority in strength, even in terms of aesthetics, men can draw very beautiful things, don't they. The little girl thinks too much." Xia Xia Jun chimed in, too, as I ducked my body to avoid being smeared by the spaghetti that spewed out of his mouth.

"Why can't the murderer be a woman!" Xiao Liu seemed annoyed by Xia Jun's teasing, and emphasized his thoughts a little unhappy.

"Why do you insist that the murderer is a woman?" Xia Jun added fuel to the fire, but in essence, this situation should never be compared with a irascible girl who works overtime to the point of being impatient... so I bowed my head , continue to view useful information.

"Because I want her to be a woman!" No why.The subtext is of course that she has power as a woman... What's more, it has to be said that this is because most of the victims in recent cases are also notorious and outright bastards who have escaped justice.

"This murderer is a hero!" Xiao Liu said.

"Why did the hero take away the finger of an elderly woman? It can only be said that our hero is a bit psychopathic..." A voice sounded from outside the door, and then the owner of the voice came in.Another "old friend".

"HEY! Black handsome guy! Why are you here again?" Xiao Liu, who saw Wen Tao, immediately got rid of the lingering negative emotions. Insufficient sleep and premenstrual syndrome, women will be about to die within a month. The day when I become C4... I thought helplessly, and turned my eyes to Wen Tao, asking him to take away this trouble as soon as possible.

"Please, beauty, let's go to eat late at night, so that we can face bad skin..." Wen Tao quickly understood, and took his fan Xiao Liu out of the police station.

"Is instant noodles bad for your skin?" There were only the two of us left, Xia Jun suddenly covered his cheeks with his pretentious hands, and asked me with a look of horror.

I don't know... I didn't look at him again, knowing that he still hadn't returned to his normal state, so I kept silent and ate noodles.As far as he continues to imitate the behavior of our "dead" old friend, I think it is better to give him some space.

If there are no more clues, then these cases are doomed to be unsolved cases.But my responsibilities as a forensic doctor can only end here... What's even more regrettable is that I didn't get the chance to dissect Yin Yu in the end.

Be it science or the supernatural, the world is not simple.I refocused on my work, and I finally noticed some clues unintentionally...

Xia Jun...

Of course it can only be you.

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"It cries in my voice! All my blood, black poison! I am the mirror, terrible, in which the shrew sees herself. I am the knife, I am the wound! I am the slap, I am the skin! I am Limbs and wheels, executioners of the condemned! . . . "④

In the study room, the whiskey in his hand was filled for the third time, and he swallowed the spirits hastily, as if he were insatiable greed.Then, he began to chant...

"You know Zhao, I originally wanted to give you a gift." He stood up, dropped the hardcover poetry collection in his hand, and broke the wine glass in his hand.Walking towards my position in a vain manner, I buried my head in the difficult handwriting and looked up at him.For the first time, I had the urge to joke, so I joked: "Then I hope it's not a whip..."

"Ha! Hahaha... Ha! You are so humorous!" With a cold face and a smirk, he was very unhappy, snatched the book from my hand, and threw it on the ground viciously.he's drunk.Or just go crazy with alcohol.

"It's a ring! A ring! You little villain!" He yelled, and his arms began to wave wildly because of emotion. I watched his movements amusedly, wondering which one was the real "bad guy"... …

"But you will definitely spurn me... Hey." Pretending to be innocent and wronged.The occasional dramatic personality must be satisfied, so I, as usual, calmly dealt with it and focused on being his audience.

"Oh! Lover! My favorite soul!" He walked back quickly, bent down, and held my face with both hands. We were very close, but I didn't feel nervous at all, I just felt Novel and funny. "Why do you always reject me?" He said this, making a gesture of asking for a kiss, but he had no intention of going any further.

I saw the light in those smiling eyes happy enough without morbid pain.No mental stress and torture.The tip of his nose touched mine, and the shadows under his eyelashes beat our matching heartbeats.Most of the time, we can be alone in such a closed and quiet environment, as if we have become a person...

I am his personality, and he is mine.We seem to be one entity, but we are not.

He was actually more like my brother than my real brother, and we were ambiguous and intimate, soulmates, beyond all human emotion!

"You shouldn't have refused me..." In the end, he backed away, not continuing the provocative behavior, and said sentimentally.

"You shouldn't try to change." I smiled, and felt extremely boring for a moment, so I stopped talking, picked up the book on the floor, put all of myself into it, and integrated it...

Silence, after the silence is wandering reading.He returned to the single sofa next to the bookshelf, curled himself up, and the blanket on his body fell to the ground... He held one of the pieces of the cup in his hand.He struggled and hesitated.and melancholy...

Quitting bad habits is not easy, of course, I would rather he cut his wrists than cocaine. ⑤

"Devil's Trill is your favorite." ⑥ I turned on the music.

The author has something to say: ① "The devil within us has turned this world into hell." -Oscar Wilde

"The only way to escape temptation is to give in to him." -Oscar Wilde

"I want to say the deepest words I want to say to you, but I dare not, I am afraid you will laugh at me." - Tagore "The Gardener"

"Sometimes I feel my blood rush, like a fountain that spews out to the rhythm of a cry." -Charles Baudelaire, "Fountain of Blood"

Note: The first sentence was proposed by Zhao Boyang. The scene is that two people stay in the study on weekends, talking about each other, but they are actually answering each other.Zhao's position is not clear, pure but dark, sincere but hypocritical.

Yin Yu's favorite poet is the French poet Charles Baudelaire.And Zhao Boyang loves Oscar Wilde's works.

[The above is the basic setting of these two characters]

② Part of the content is excerpted from "Introduction to Forensic Science" (Fourth Edition) (Chapter 3: Branches of Forensic Science).

③ "InFlandersFields" (in Flanders Fields).It is one of the most important poems written during the First World War.The English poem in French rhond was written by Canadian military doctor Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae in 22 after witnessing the death of his comrade in arms Lieutenant Alexis Helmer at the age of 1915. This poem was composed on May 5rd. In December 3, the poem was published in the fortnightly Punch in London, England.Because of this poem, the red poppies of Flanders that bloomed on the battlefields of Flanders became the global Remembrance Day flower.

④Charles Baudelaire's "Self-punisher".

(“All wicked men are self-punishers.”)

⑤soulmate is the relationship between Zhao and Yin, whether Yin is human or not, Zhao will be his favorite (soul).Compared with Xia Jun's sinking and powerlessness, Zhao is more dominant in the relationship with Yin. Even though there is a real disparity in power, he still has decisiveness and some ruthless restraint.

This is a memory of the time when he forced Yin to quit cocaine. It did not prevent Yin from drinking and self-harming, but still kept the hard rules he set.

⑥A piece by the famous Italian violinist Tartini.There is also a rather weird story about the origin of this song.Legend has it that Tartini often dreamed of learning the most amazing violin skills in the world, so once in a dream he sold his soul to the devil in exchange for violin skills, and the devil played him a beautiful piece of music.

(↑In fact, it is also the author's favorite QUQ→＿→)