In the dim police station, only the lights in the autopsy room were still on, and it seemed chilly in the dark night.
Luo Qianran sat beside the autopsy table, looking at the female corpse on the autopsy table with a sullen face.
This is the third corpse this week. It fell from a height, with a broken skull and multiple fractures and lacerations all over the body. Not only that, when it died, it also held a letter from heaven in its hand.
In the old feudal society, this kind of thing might be defined as a curse, but Luo Qianran knew that only humans are the most terrifying creatures in the world.
He stood up and walked to the corpse, holding the edge of the autopsy table with both hands, staring at the face of the female corpse within easy reach.
"A designer with a bright future, why did you fall to your death? Why did you choose to go back to school that day even though you had graduated so many years ago? Who gave you that letter?"
His voice echoed in the cold autopsy room. No one answered him, and he didn't seem to really want to ask for an answer.
After a while, he stretched out his hands, pushed the hair of the female corpse away, and then carefully examined the body starting from the head.
"The skull was severely shattered and the brain was fatally injured. The neck bones were bent, and there were multiple impact injuries to ribs and joints on the body."
He reached for a scalpel from the tool table and gently cut open the thoracic cartilage on both sides of the corpse's chest. An inverted figure-shaped wound instantly appeared on the corpse's chest, and then he cut a straight-shaped wound below the chest cavity and used Thoracotomy forceps carefully opened the chest cavity of the corpse.
"Due to the wind pressure during the fall and the violent impact when landing, the heart was damaged. Judging from the shape of the muscles around the heart, we rule out the possibility of cardiac arrest and death before the fall."
Immediately afterwards, he moved to the abdominal cavity of the corpse. The deceased's spleen was slightly ruptured, which was also caused by falling from the building.
Luo Qianran straightened up. Judging from the condition of the body, it was almost possible to rule out the possibility that the deceased had died before falling. However, he clearly remembered that when he arrived at the scene and saw the deceased for the first time, he had already judged that the deceased fell to his death unnaturally, that is to say, the deceased should not have committed suicide.
He thought of the two deceased people before him who were in the same situation.
Luo Qianran walked to the other side of the corpse and carefully looked at the condition of the corpse's legs.
Sure enough, on the corpse's knees, he found friction wounds caused by the deceased before he was alive.
"The skin on the knee area was slightly scratched and there were drag marks. Judging from the comparison of the time when the wound occurred, it was not caused by falling from the building."
He restored the body and put it in the corpse cabinet, then turned around and walked to the sink, took out a pill, and rubbed it vigorously on his hands. When all the foam on his hands turned black, he rinsed his hands thoroughly. Got clean.
I don’t know who invented such a useful thing. It is simply good news for forensic doctors like them who do autopsy without wearing gloves.
After printing out all the reports and photos, Luo Qianran returned to the office, took out the photos and reports of the first two deceased people, and spread them all out on the table.
He frowned slightly, took a long breath, and put the photos back into their respective portfolios.
Luo Qianran made a cup of coffee, walked to the window, and looked faintly at the dimly lit street outside.
Tonight, there is no sleep at all...
It wasn't until the morning that more and more people came and went in the police station, and Luo Qianran took all the reports to the office of the task force.
"Come and see this!"
Luo Qianran placed the photos in front of Mu Wen, the leader of the task force. Mu Wen stumbled and almost vomited.
"I said Luo Qianran, you did it on purpose! I've only had two bites of this pancake, why are you showing me this thing so early in the morning?"
The dissected corpse in the photo had all its internal organs exposed to the air, and the high definition allowed even the meridians to be seen clearly.
Mu Wen looked at the photo, swallowed his saliva, and silently put away the pancakes in his hand.
Luo Qianran leaned over and put his hand on Mu Wen's shoulder, attracting shy side glances from many girls.
From the back, the two looked like intimate lovers.
Mu Wen quickly pushed Luo Qianran away.
"Hey, I'm still a single man, don't bend me!"
Luo Qianran smiled helplessly, then pointed to the photos on the table.
"I found the same friction injuries on the knees of the three deceased people. I think the case can be merged directly. There is no need to investigate the possibility of copycat crimes!"
When Mu Wen heard this, he quickly tensed up and spread out the photos and reports of several deceased people. Sure enough, the three deceased people had scars on their knees, and the shapes were very similar.
"But we have investigated the identities and backgrounds of the three deceased people. They have no intersection at work or in life! Even if they all receive the letter, it cannot be ruled out that someone will imitate the crime after the murder of the first two deceased people. Such a situation Come on, the murderer is probably a different person.”
Luo Qianran raised his eyebrows and looked directly at Mu Wen.
"If you found out so easily, there is no such thing as an unsolved case in the world!"
He took out three other sets of photos of the scene and clicked on the three photos with his index finger.
"This is a photo from the scene. The first deceased, Xue Li, was carrying a bag when she jumped from the building. When she fell to the ground, the bag also fell beside her; the second deceased, Yang Yuan, was wearing glasses when she fell; yesterday's The deceased, Su Mei, was also wearing glasses when she fell."
Mu Wen frowned and looked at Luo Qianran in confusion.
"so what?"
Luo Qianran raised his head and looked at Mu Wen helplessly. Mu Wen's constant shortage of brain cells was the big problem in solving the case.
"This shows that it is absolutely impossible for the three of them to commit suicide. From this alone, we can judge that they probably came into contact with the same person during their lifetime, and that person was the murderer who caused them to fall!"
Mu Wen picked up the photo and murmured to himself.
"But there is no basis for this judgment! Of course, these three cases occurred very close to each other, so there is a possibility of serial cases. However, according to the current investigation, there is nothing else in the case except the knee scars you mentioned. The common ground makes it difficult to combine cases.”
Luo Qianran was about to continue explaining, but was interrupted by the person behind him.
"I think Luo Qianran is right!"
Luo Qianran turned around and saw Tao Su, a psychological counseling expert from the provincial department, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.
"It seems that you have also made a judgment!
Tao Su walked up to them and handed Mu Wen an on-site psychological analysis of the deceased's fall.
"I have seen the photos of the deceased at the scene, and I think Luo Qianran's judgment is closest to the truth. The problem lies in the mental state of the person who fell."
The three of them walked to the table as they spoke.
"This is an analysis of all cases of suicide by jumping from buildings in the past five years. Among tens of thousands of cases of jumping from buildings, it is not difficult to find that people who commit suicide by jumping from buildings will have some psychological activities before death. For example, they will call Some people will change their favorite clothes and clean themselves up; others will finish all the things they should do in a day, etc."
Mu Wen nodded.
"That's right, so bringing your favorite bag and wearing glasses may have been specially arranged by the deceased when he jumped from the building!"
Tao Su glanced at Luo Qianran, who smiled and shrugged.
"Mu Wen, have you had a short-circuit in your brain recently? You're not usually so slow!"
