MTL - Mystery Hunter-Chapter 9 autopsy

Longcheng Jinlun Road Branch.

Li Weiyi's mood has basically stabilized, but when it comes to his wife and mother, he still can't control his sadness. Jiang He felt that emotions were the most complicated and difficult to analyze and the most useless thing in the world.

Because feelings can affect a person's judgment on the truth of things, Jiang He has no feelings, he never feels sad, angry, or happy. Like a highly intelligent robot, Jiang He can do most of the things that humans can do, and can even do many things that humans cannot, but it has lost the core of human beings.

The reality of this is that Li Weiyi would not let Jiang He sit in the same room with himself. Jiang He just didn't understand that he was the one who could help him the most, but why did Li Weiyi want to kick him out. After Wang Chao promised to tell him once he got the information, Jiang He walked out of the office.

However, after two hours, Jiang He was kicked out again.

This time it was Xu Yiman who kicked Jiang He out. Let's go back two hours and see what happened.

When Jiang He was kicked out, he met Xu Yiman who was about to go to the funeral home for autopsy. For Jiang He, studying the disappearance of a living being is his second favorite thing, and Jiang He's first favorite thing is solving cases.

Why do people live, why do people die, and what is the meaning of human existence?

This is something that anyone who is still alive would like to understand. So death is worthy of awe. Treat a corpse with the same care as a living person.

So when the corpses of the two women were lying on the dissection table, Xu Yiman was very respectful to the two corpses. Before starting the autopsy, Xu Yiman muttered something.

Jiang He listened clearly beside him. She said, "Whether you were evil or good, rich or poor, happy or sad, smooth sailing, or suffering from hardships, you have finished your life. Hope you get a good shot."

Jiang He couldn't help but retort: ​​"I have a 99% probability that people have no previous life or future life. A person's life, old age, sickness and death are a natural law. Death is like birth, just like a person needs to eat. The most common thing, why should it be treated differently?"

Xu Yiman really wanted to give himself a mouth, why did he agree to this person entering the autopsy room just now?

Xu Yiman's knife was very stable, without the slightest tremor. Under Xu Yiman's knife, the corpse was like a work of art waiting to be carved. The blade moved away quickly and steadily.

While dissecting the corpse, Xu Yiman said angrily to Jiang He, "Since there is no difference between life and death, why are you still alive and not choosing to die? Does this mean that you are also afraid of death? "

Hearing Xu Yiman's words, Jiang He was not in a hurry: "Life and death are universal laws in nature, as if life is not what I pursue, I will not deliberately pursue death. When my body When the function reaches a stage, all my organs will degenerate, and then I will naturally die."

Xu Yiman stopped the knife, she looked at Jiang He, she really wanted to dig out Jiang He's brain to see what was in this guy's head. But Xu Yiman couldn't see anything, Jiang He was expressionless, you couldn't tell from Jiang He's face what he was thinking at this moment, whether he was happy or sad.

Xu Yiman felt that Jiang He and she were two different species.

But soon, Xu Yiman put all his energy on the autopsy of the corpse. Xu Yiman's speed was very fast, and the autopsy took more than an hour. Jiang He watched Xu Yiman's knife swipe under the corpse's muscles, and couldn't help but think of his experiment with pigs.

In order to simulate the injuries of various people under different blows, Jiang He did not less than ruthlessly attack those pig brothers. However, when Jiang He first came into contact with human corpses, Jiang He knew that no matter how similar the body structure of pigs was to humans, humans and pigs were still two species.

In the dissection environment, Jiang He could see clearly that the two corpses only had scars on the abdomen, and the rest of the body had no scars. To be precise, there should be no fatal scars.

While doing the autopsy, Xu Yiman asked Jiang He to make a record: "The fatal wounds of the two corpses were both abdominal stab wounds. Judging from the wound on He Huijuan's corpse, the blade was perpendicular to the abdomen and punctured her stomach. Wu Guifeng's corpse had a long wound, and after the knife cut through the stomach bag, it also cut off the small and large intestines."

Jiang He looked at the inside of the corpse while recording.

The abdomens of the two corpses were already horrible to see. The blood was accompanied by gastric juices. At this moment, it had turned into a black, fluid substance. Many organs had been corroded, and a foul stench came from the nostrils. But Xu Yiman and Jiang He didn't even frown, as if they couldn't smell it at all.

Xu Yiman explained: "After stomach bleeding, blood and gastric juice are mixed together for a long time, and the blood has undergone the oxidation of gastric juice, so it appears this strange black color. But it can be seen that the two people's stomach bags except for some Apart from the scraps of food, there was no large amount of food. This means that these two people have not eaten lunch."

Having never eaten lunch, this detail was deeply imprinted in Jiang He's mind. The two corpses died at about eleven quarters, which should be time to prepare for dinner.

"What about the time of death?" Jiang He asked.

Xu Yiman replied: "The difference in the time of death of the two bodies is about 40 minutes. He Huijuan died around 11:15 noon, and Wu Guifeng died around 11:50 noon."

Jiang He kept the pen in his hand, and his mind was spinning rapidly. The length of time between the deaths of the two bodies was forty minutes, and in those forty minutes, many things could have happened.

"In 40 minutes, there are too many possible changes." Jiang He looked at Xu Yiman and gave his analysis: "The first possibility is that after Wu Guifeng killed He Huijuan, he experienced more than 40 minutes of inner thoughts. After struggling, I finally decided to commit suicide. The second possibility is that Wu Guifeng didn't return home until forty minutes after He Huijuan died."

Jiang He's eyes lit up, "That is to say, this case is definitely not as simple as we thought, and there must be some deeper reasons behind it."

Xu Yiman put down the scalpel. She looked at Jiang He's obviously excited face and said, "I found out why you are like this? You are very happy when you die, right? You can't expect the case to be simpler? Do you have to come up with something? Do you want a complicated case to satisfy your curiosity? You just don't see people, do you?"

Jiang He said: "I'm not very happy about people dying, I just hope to encounter some challenging cases. Don't you think this is a very interesting thing? It's like solving a puzzle, starting with Sometimes you only have a little hint, but you have to follow these hints, step by step, and in-depth exploration, and finally restore the truth of the whole thing.”

Xu Yiman was expressionless: "So if you're just for personal fun, not for the sake of redressing the dead, I hope you can go out and don't disturb me here. The two corpses placed here, they The point of existence is not to satisfy your curiosity!"

Jiang He wanted to say something, but Xu Yiman pushed him out.

"Don't worry, you will see it after the report comes out. I won't make fun of the dead. Everyone is an independent individual, and I can't control your thoughts. As long as you can find the murderer in the end, I will thank you. is you."

With that said, Xu Yiman closed the door heavily.

Standing at the door, Jiang He looked at the closed door of the autopsy room. He didn't understand what he had done wrong. No wonder he always heard people say that women are an incomprehensible species. Did you kick yourself out too?

But Jiang He didn't feel angry at all. He paced outside while thinking about the whole case.

A secret room on the sixth floor, two mother-in-law and daughter-in-law who were killed by the same knife, a lost iPhone, and random graffiti on the wall. These seemingly unconnected things gradually formed a line in Jiang He's mind. All this was in Jiang He's mind, and it was so clear that there was no way he could forget it.

When An Jinzhong was arrested at the police station before, when An Jinzhong asked who Jiang He was, Jiang He replied that he was a patient. Jiang He's words were accurate, because Jiang He was indeed a patient. Since Jiang He was six years old, he suffered from a disease that everyone envied.

Jiang He was no longer able to forget.

The human brain is like a stomach bag in another sense. The food you just eat is always the most satiety, and the memory is the same. What happens now is always more memorable than what happened a week ago. Some memories are like delicacies, and after eating them once, you can always feel the delicious taste at that time, and some memories are ordinary meals, which are excreted after eating.

But Jiang He lost his ability to excrete, and he would never forget anything.

The things he has done, the people he has met, the books he has read, the paths he has walked, as long as he thinks, he can always think of it. Even when someone was sitting next to him while he was reading, and there were a total of several telephone poles along the way, Jiang He could clearly remember it.

Elementary school classmates all envied Jiang He's ability to never forget. Yes, if others had to memorize a text dozens of times, Jiang He only needed to read it once to memorize the content. Jiang He would never lose anything, never forget where he put his keys.

Six-year-old Jiang He felt that this was the best gift from God, a sign that he was different from others, and to comfort Jiang He's broken heart.

Yes, Jiang He is indeed different. In this world, there are more than 60 people with the same disease as Jiang He. There are 7 billion people in the world, and 70 people are sick. That's a perfect 1 in 100,000,000 chance.

But why is this a disease?

In the future, Jiang He realized that not being forgotten was God's greatest torture.