Ling Feng took time out of his busy schedule to receive Gao Liqun's wife Wang Huaying. This woman looked melancholy, but overall she behaved quite calmly. She did not burst into tears or collapse in despair. She wore a decent black dress, a pair of leather shoes with thick heels, and her hair was neatly combed and tied into a bun at the back of her head, looking meticulous and low-key elegant. Wang Huaying is almost 40 years old this year, but she is quite well-maintained. What's more, she is a mother of two children. If she didn't have a mature temperament, she wouldn't even look more than a dozen years older than the little girl in her twenties in the police station.
After Wang Huaying quietly listened to the explanation of Gao Liqun's murder case, she asked about some details of the follow-up procedures, as if she was not dealing with her husband's funeral, but the process of opening an exhibition. At the end, Ling Feng finally couldn't help it anymore. He cleared his throat and said solemnly: "Although the murderer of your husband has been captured, our police still found some doubts during the investigation, so , the case may not be closed immediately, and we need you to cooperate with our follow-up investigation."
Wang Huaying's eyelids moved slightly, but she still agreed gracefully: "Of course, it is a citizen's duty to cooperate with the police in handling cases."
Ling Feng did not feel relaxed. People who seemed extremely cooperative on the surface often had the deepest psychological defense. He thought about it, and finally felt that it was best to get straight to the point: "How is your relationship with your husband?"
When Wang Huaying heard this question, she suddenly laughed gently: "We have children between us, and I love my children."
Ling Feng understood, but he was a strict and somewhat rigid policeman: "You mean you have a normal relationship and are just trying to maintain this family for the sake of your children?"
"That's right. It can be said that we treat each other with respect as guests, and we each get what we need." Wang Huaying felt that there was nothing to hide or avoid, so she said directly.
"Everyone gets what he needs?" Ling Feng pondered the word: "What do you need? What does your husband need?"
Wang Huaying thought for a while: "I need emotional support, and he needs worldly decency."
Ling Feng understood but didn't agree. He still wanted to confirm something: "Can you be more specific?"
This time Wang Huaying finally put away her polite smile: "I'm sorry, I have said enough about this, and I don't think it is related to the case."
After sending Wang Huaying away, Ling Ling came over with a tablet computer: "Look, the public opinion has exploded. There is a reporter waiting in the reception room. How should we deal with this?"
Ling Feng rubbed his hair irritably, and suddenly said with great solemnity: "Sister, it's all up to you to settle the matter this time."
"What?!" Ling Ling didn't expect that he would turn around and lead an army to himself.
"Don't you know? No matter what kind of unit, they usually choose people with good image and good temperament to be interviewed. My sister is so beautiful, you must be the spokesperson of our bureau!" Ling Feng had a matter-of-fact expression on his face.
"You, you...you! How could you be so deceptive!" Ling Ling said angrily.
"Why did I cheat you? I can't cheat anyone else, but I can't cheat my own sister. I think you will focus on external publicity from now on. Isn't it great? This is a training opportunity!"
Ling Ling teased: "But that reporter looks pretty good. We don't call this a monk temple, and there aren't many girls here. You are thirty years old and don't have a girlfriend. I'm worried for my parents." !”
At this time, Jiang Rong hurriedly came to Ling Feng and said that Wen Qiao asked him to come over. Ling Feng took the opportunity to scare Ling Ling: "Doctor Wen asked me to go to the autopsy room. Either I go to the autopsy room and you go to the conference room, or you go to the autopsy room and I go to the conference room. You choose one."
Ling Feng was shocked as soon as he entered the dissecting room - Zhao Xiaoqing's corpse was lying on the dissecting table, showing a stone-cold bluish-gray color. There was a "Y" shaped incision in the chest and abdominal cavity, and the skull cavity was also It was opened, revealing a mass of brain tissue. When a person is alive, the brain is a delicate pink color, but once it loses the blood supply, it turns into a lifeless gray.
Although Ling Feng often dealt with corpses, he was not a professional in this field after all. He only glanced at them and quickly averted his eyes and asked directly: "What did you find?"
"Come and see." Wen Qiao had already taken off his bloody rubber gloves and walked to the sink to wash his hands bit by bit with disinfectant.
"I won't read it!" Ling Feng said angrily, "Can't you just tell me the conclusion?"
"It seems that you are a person who doesn't ask for explanations. Or...are you still afraid of seeing the corpse?"
"How is that possible!" Ling Feng argued stiffly: "I'm not a newbie. I've been involved in murders that were more tragic than this. This is nothing compared to this." He glanced at Lying Lying again. Zhao Xiaoqing looked like a piece of dead wood on the autopsy table, skinny, withered and lifeless.
"Then take a good look, this is an unusual corpse." Wen Qiao walked back to the dissecting table, facing the opened cranial cavity. A pink and somewhat red brain was exposed in front of him, with blood clots and hematomas visible to the naked eye distributed in it. As expected, a relatively serious cerebral hemorrhage occurred.
Ling Feng rolled her eyes at him and muttered: "Just say no. If I can understand, do you still want to be a forensic doctor?"
"Didn't you think at first that Zhao Xiaoqing couldn't have high blood pressure at his age? Even if he did, it wouldn't cause severe cerebral hemorrhage and lead to death? Now you've found the reason." As he said that, he took one from the tray. The long metal tissue forceps were fiddled with at the waist, making Ling Feng feel nauseous.
"This is the kidney, and this is the adrenal gland. Did you see the round tumor next to it? This is the culprit of abnormal blood pressure, pheochromocytoma."
Ling Feng asked: "What is that?"
"Pheochromocytoma is a rare neuroendocrine tumor, accounting for only 0.1% of patients with hypertension. This cell tumor will continuously or intermittently release excessive catecholamines, leading to body dysfunction. The most common clinical manifestation is abnormal blood pressure. Paroxysmal hypertension, sustained hypertension, or alternating high blood pressure and low blood pressure, and even shock, syncope, etc.," Wen Qiao tried to explain to him in the most concise terms.
"So Zhao Xiaoqing did die of a sudden illness? It's just that this cell tumor is too rare, so it doesn't seem normal." Although Ling Feng didn't want to admit that he was so rare, he had to bow his head in the face of the evidence.
At this time, Wen Qiao gave him a meaningful look and said slowly: "Although this disease is rare, it is not an incurable disease. If treated actively, there is a high probability that it can be cured."
Ling Feng was a little surprised: "What do you mean by this?"
"Pheochromocytoma causes abnormal secretion of a neurotransmitter called catecholamines, so I did a blood test and found that the plasma catecholamine levels were indeed abnormally high, but at the same time, I also detected some other unusual things in my blood. substances, hyoscyamine and belladonna.”
"What does this mean?" Ling Feng continued to ask, feeling slightly uneasy in his heart.
"Scopolamine drugs are commonly used sedatives and detoxifiers. They also have pharmacological effects such as regulating neurohumoral factors, calcium antagonism, and improving microcirculation. Calcium antagonists are a very important class of drugs in the treatment of hypertension, but these are not scopolamine drugs. The main treatment direction of the drug. Excessive intake of atropine, that is, belladonna, will indeed cause a drop in blood pressure, but it will also produce very serious side effects, such as tachycardia, central nervous system excitement, hallucinations, and even death from poisoning. If you want to use this If you use this method to control the disease, it can only be said that you will kill eight hundred enemies and lose one thousand."
The case that he thought had become clear has turned into a fork in the road full of fog. Ling Feng said irritably: "This is both a disease and a medicine. What on earth did she go through!"
"Can't you stand this?" Wen Qiao chuckled, "We have another corpse!"
"Didn't you say that Gao Liqun's body is fine?" Ling Feng shouted.
"I mean, there's no problem with the cause of his death. Anyone with eyes can see that he died of excessive blood loss. But, you don't want to know why he walked up to a certain person at a certain time like a marionette. , accept the judgment of death calmly?"
Ling Feng thought of the weird scene in the surveillance video - Gao Liqun walked extremely slowly, like a zombie who had just learned how to control his hands and feet. He quietly came up behind Zhao Xiaoqing step by step, and seemed to make a slight bowing movement, probably before she Something was whispered in my ear. Immediately afterwards, a cold light flashed in Zhao Xiaoqing's hand. It was not an ordinary fruit knife, but a medical scalpel that could easily cut through skin and flesh. It was extremely sharp and could kill someone with one move.
"Through your investigation, we haven't found any connection between the two of them. You can kill people with such a bloody and efficient method as slitting the throat, and then continue to kill people. You can't do such a thing without deep hatred, right? .”
"Indeed." Ling Feng agreed. "I will continue to exclude the two of them from social relations."
