Early the next morning, Ling Feng rushed into the forensic room on the basement floor.
A man wearing a long black trench coat sat upright, flipping through the information on the table with one hand, and holding a mug in the other hand. The white and delicate ceramics made his slender fingers look more elegant. He thought he was tasting the sharp buds growing on the thousand-year-old tea tree that embodies the aura of heaven and earth. In reality, it was just instant black coffee with nothing special about it.
"You're back?" Ling Feng was obviously dissatisfied. "We're so busy here, it's better for you to go out alone to be cool, and even asked for a three-day vacation." Ling Feng highlighted the "three-day vacation" These few words, the tone was full of envy, jealousy and hatred. It's not easy for police officers to get a good night's sleep, let alone a three-day vacation.
The man tilted his head and glanced at Ling Feng, taking it as a greeting. His face was pale and thin, with sharp edges and corners, as if it had not seen the sun for a long time, and his deep eyes were like ancient wells that could illuminate human figures. If Ling Feng's gentleness and elegance made people feel comfortable like a spring breeze, Wen Qiao was his opposite. He is like a vampire hiding in the dark night, holding a sharp scalpel and working with corpses, blood and death. He will cut open the flesh bit by bit and look at you carefully from head to toe. He can pry open the mouth of a dead person and know what you had for your last meal. He knows what your brain looks like and what you cannot see. The hidden disease of light knows your deepest and most shameful little secrets. Not only that, he will also announce these secret things to the world, and the ins and outs will not be missed. They will be written into the most authoritative report and kept for ten or twenty years, unless everyone in the world forgets your existence.
"First of all, I didn't ask for leave, but took time off. This is my legitimate right. Secondly, it doesn't mean that I can't move here without me. We must always give the new interns a chance to grow." Wen Qiao said calmly. said.
"Okay, okay," Ling Feng didn't bother to argue with him, "Do you know about yesterday's case?"
"Isn't the case closed?" He didn't even look up.
"The suspect is dead!" Ling Feng gritted his teeth and said. He could never stand Wen Qiao's indifference to life. No matter whether he was holding a scalpel or a magnifying glass, whether he was examining a corpse or handwriting and fingerprints, in his eyes There never seems to be any difference in the eyes. "Treating people as objects and objects as people may be more just." Ling Feng couldn't stand his fallacies and always liked to argue with him from time to time, but in terms of professionalism, Wen Qiao was impeccable.
There is another reason why Ling Feng secretly competes with him: Wen Qiao is only one year older than him, but in terms of job rating, he is one level higher than him as captain. Since Ling Feng joined the Yunhe City Criminal Investigation Detachment, he has been working hard and fulfilling his duties. With amazing perseverance and meticulousness, he has solved several major criminal cases. Only then was he promoted to the youngest criminal investigation captain in the history of Yunhe City. But before his record could be maintained for a few months, a deputy director was parachuted into the forensic room. I heard from my colleagues in the archives office that this person has quite a legendary experience on his resume, but no matter how great the achievements and medals he has received, after all, he does not believe what he sees and it overwhelms him as soon as he comes up. No one can be convinced.
"I know." He closed the report he had been reading and handed it to Ling Feng: "Xiao Jiang did a preliminary autopsy. I have read it. The theory is detailed and the calculations are accurate. There are no problems."
Ling Feng put away his emotions, took the report and read it carefully.
Zhao Xiaoqing died suddenly in the interrogation room. Forensic doctor Jiang Rong happened to be on duty at the time and was able to rush over as soon as possible. But before she could do anything, Zhao Xiaoqing fell into a deep coma, her heart stopped, and she was helpless. Jiang Rong asked for the interrogation video again and observed Zhao Xiaoqing's condition before the onset of the disease. He covered his head and eyes and screamed in pain, accompanied by vomiting. In the end, she came to an incredible conclusion - Zhao Xiaoqing may have died of cardiovascular and cerebrovascular rupture caused by high blood pressure. Hyperacute cerebral hemorrhage caused an increase in intracranial pressure, which almost instantly put her into a coma. Considering that it was already early in the morning, Jiang Rong did not have the confidence to complete the craniotomy on her own, so she first performed a head CT for her. Sure enough, a large amount of bleeding was found on the CT photo.
"But how old is Zhao Xiaoqing? How could he have a history of hypertension!" Ling Feng couldn't believe it.
Wen Qiao disagreed: "Is this your preconception? Do you think you won't get geriatric diseases at a young age?"
"No." Ling Feng suddenly lost his confidence. The most taboo thing in investigating a case is to be preconceived, and he naturally knows this best. "But even if her blood pressure soared and caused acute cerebral hemorrhage, she wouldn't have had such a violent reaction." Ling Feng still felt that Zhao Xiaoqing's death was too strange.
"By the way, her eyes are bleeding! Didn't you pay attention?" Ling Feng added.
"It's strange that you don't see it so often. High blood pressure can indeed cause abnormalities in arteries and blood vessels, leading to damage and bleeding of retinal blood vessels under the eyes." Wen Qiao remained unmoved.
Ling Feng paced back and forth in the forensic room, trying every possible means to find some questions: "Okay, what about Gao Liqun's autopsy? Did any problems be found?"
"No, the cause of his death was more direct, and his technique was neat and tidy. What's more, didn't the camera clearly record when he was killed?" Wen Qiao was still emotionless, like a diner commenting on the chef's skills.
Ling Feng suddenly calmed down and analyzed the problem when he couldn't find any problem: "But why did he walk in front of Zhao Xiaoqing and wait for her to cut his throat with a knife? Isn't he afraid of death? Why didn't he resist? Zhao Xiaoqing has no grievances with him. Qiu, why did you kill him in such a cruel way?"
"You said that the direct cause of Zhao Xiaoqing's death was cerebral hemorrhage caused by soaring blood pressure, but I have never seen such a violent cerebral hemorrhage that can kill people almost instantly. Her injuries were more like being hit with extreme violence. There was bleeding on the brain, but there were only three of us present at the time, and no one touched her at all."
Wen Qiao suddenly paused after hearing his words, and finally there was some energy on his face, and a strange look flashed in his eyes: "I want to watch the video of Zhao Xiaoqing's interrogation last night."
Wen Qiao followed Ling Feng to the technical team, called up yesterday's video and started watching it. Ling Feng stood behind him and read it several times, silently waiting for him to express his opinion. Wen Qiao just sat there expressionless, and Ling Feng finally couldn't help but ask: "How is it?"
Wen Qiao touched his nose and suddenly turned to Ling Feng and asked, "Is this person your sister?" He pointed at the policewoman sitting next to Ling Feng in the surveillance video and asked. His voice was not loud, but everyone in the room heard it clearly, and they all looked at Ling Ling standing aside. Ling Ling suddenly became nervous when her name was called.
"How do you know?" Ling Feng was a little dissatisfied that he always answered questions incorrectly.
"Because you two are very similar." Wen Qiao said, "It's not about how similar you look, but the similarities in behavior, temperament and habits."
"Who are you here to see?" Ling Feng said with some dissatisfaction, Daqing Wen Qiao actually treated the two brothers and sister as criminal suspects.
"She will subconsciously imitate you." Wen Qiao continued, looking at Ling Feng: "You haven't noticed that when you interrogate criminal suspects, you often raise your voice and call them by their names?"
"What's the problem with this?" Ling Feng still didn't understand what he meant by saying this.
"But Zhao Xiaoqing didn't say a word, and you couldn't do anything to her. So, your sister... what's your name?" Wen Qiao's stern gaze suddenly shot straight at Ling Ling like a sharp sword, and she couldn't help but tremble. .
"My name is Ling Ling." Ling Ling whispered.
"So, your sister will take your place and ask Zhao Xiaoqing questions, during which she will also call Zhao Xiaoqing's name involuntarily."
"What exactly do you want to say?"
"The two of you called her name one after another. In the end, she also started calling her own name hysterically. This reminded me of a ritual."
"What ceremony?" Everyone looked puzzled.
"Exorcism." Wen Qiao looked at Ling Feng with a half-smile, as if he had anticipated what kind of reaction he would have next.
"Are you kidding?" Ling Feng was really angry. "You've been doing this for a long time, are you deliberately teasing me?"
Wen Qiao ignored him and continued: "In the exorcism ceremony, the most important step is to ask the name of the possessed devil. Once the name of the devil is known, the priest can expel them from the human body. Get out. And before Zhao Xiaoqing died, it was you who called her name over and over again." He stared at Ling Ling, as if she was the murderer of Zhao Xiaoqing.
"That's enough!" Ling Feng interrupted him angrily.
Ling Ling thought of Zhao Xiaoqing's two bloody eyes, and her hair stood on end. She couldn't help but tremble. Faced with Wen Qiao's "accusation", she subconsciously wanted to deny it: "I... didn't... it wasn't..." She stumbled. While arguing and thinking, he finally said a complete sentence: "No, she is not a devil. Isn't she Zhao Xiaoqing? Besides, what if I call her name? There were several people interrogating her before." Even Zhao Xiaoqing has called her by her name!"
"There's no such thing as a devil. Are you deliberately causing trouble?" Ling Feng said.
"I didn't say there really is a devil," Wen Qiao suddenly changed the subject. "That's just a metaphor. Most of the real exorcisms in history involved patients with psychological or spiritual problems. Due to the level of medical technology at the time, people left the power of explanation for things they couldn't understand to religion. , seeking spiritual comfort, the emergence of this absurd behavior can be said to be an inevitable event in the process of historical development."
"I have been talking about names just now. In religious exorcism, you must first know the name of the devil. Why? Because a person's name is the most concise and powerful symbol of self-recognition, and the same is true for the devil. The devil is hiding Only by first identifying the lesions deep in human consciousness can we prescribe the right medicine."
"From this perspective, exorcism is not groundless." Wen Qiao concluded.
After hearing this, Ling Feng reluctantly accepted Wen Qiao's argument and followed his train of thought: "Do you think Zhao Xiaoqing has schizophrenia? Two personalities appeared in her body, and one of them wanted to drive out the Zhao Xiaoqing personality, so Screaming her name over and over before dying."
"A person will only say his or her name when introducing himself, but in this case he will usually only say his or her name once. If it is called over and over again, then the person whose name is called must not be here."
"I think she might be hypnotized!" Ling Ling said suddenly. Wen Qiao's words inspired her, and she instantly thought of those psychiatrists in TV movies who can control other people's actions with just a snap of their fingers. "This can explain why Zhao Xiaoqing killed Gao Liqun, who had no grievance against her."
Wen Qiao said: "I'm not a psychologist, so I can't answer your questions." He paused, and then said: "However, I am a forensic doctor, and now I think I should examine the bodies of these two people more carefully."
