Chapter 2: The Stripped-Off Neck Skin (Part 1)

  My name is Qin Wanruo, I deeply feel that I don't deserve such a delicate and gentle name, just call me Little Qin.

  Girl, age forever 16, height rounded to 1.6 meters, appearance self-proclaimed sweet and lovely, weight, when thin 76 pounds, at the heaviest 99.99 pounds, anyway, weight refuses to report three digits!

  Occupation: Forensic doctor.

  Crime scene.

  During the time I was stopped by the police, the forensic expert happened to open up the scene passage. I stepped onto the inspection board and walked step by step to the body, starting the autopsy.

  The deceased was covered with a quilt, and the corner of the quilt that had been lifted revealed a young and tender face and a bloody neck without skin.

  "Preliminary investigation shows that the deceased is a young boy, still a minor, only fifteen years old... alas, tomorrow would have been his birthday, his sixteenth birthday." I sighed.

  A busy forensic expert turned around and asked strangely, "Can foreign forensic experts now detect the birthday of the deceased? It's really as said in the book, technology advances fast. How did they detect it?"

  I spent two years studying abroad at my own expense. He might have known about this and thought I brought back some advanced foreign technology.

  I brought back a lot of good stuff from abroad, but just by looking at the deceased, I knew that the technology to know tomorrow is someone's birthday really doesn't exist.

  "ID card." I handed him the ID card that I had fished out of the deceased's pocket for further examination.

  The forensic doctor mechanically pushed his glasses up and silently took over the deceased's ID card.

  The deceased lay flat, covered in livor mortis, with large and small patches of discoloration making him look more like the corpse of a monster than that of a human being. The skin was missing from his neck, revealing muscular vessels that made the body appear even more terrifying.

  But the skin was peeled off after death, and not much blood had flowed. The deceased's body was clean beyond imagination, wearing clean clothes, a clean corpse in a dirty room didn't match. I subconsciously pressed on the abdomen of the deceased, with a premonition that inside the deceased was also very clean.

  I said to that dull and hardworking inspector: "When you move the bed later, I have a feeling there's something good underneath."

  The inspector looked at me with a suspicious eye, but didn't say anything or show any expression, and continued to scan the fingerprints.

  I think he's annoyed that I'm being too nosy, so I sullenly left the scene and simply informed the detective of the initial autopsy results: "The skin on the victim's neck was cut off with a thin and sharp blade, the internal and external anal sphincter muscles are relaxed, and there are marks similar to hickeys all over the body. Based on the livor mortis and rectal temperature, the estimated time of death is between 5 to 24 hours ago, but the victim's body has been washed after death, so further autopsy is needed to determine the exact time of death."

  The detective nodded in understanding, let out a sigh, and his face was somewhat ambiguous.

  Wang Yong had been wandering aimlessly on one side, and at this moment he couldn't help but ask: "What you said seems like I understand it, yet I don't. Where is the pubococcygeus muscle?"

  "Cough! Cough!" I almost choked to death, a forensic doctor asked where the diaphragm is! He's really... forget it, I'm speechless, too lazy to talk about him.

  The old detective looked at him for a second, then shook his hand warmly and asked: "May I be so bold to ask, which leader are you?"

  I'm completely speechless now.

  After a preliminary examination of the body, I looked around the scene. This is a two-bedroom apartment, and the deceased lived in the smaller room. The larger room was said to be occupied by his older brother. Only the two of them usually lived at home, and it was also his older brother who reported the case.

  The house has that kind of plastic flooring, the kitchen and bathroom have no tiles, it's almost a roughcast house. The walls are black, especially the kitchen wall. There is only instant noodle boxes in the trash can, everywhere is dirty and messy.

  It's strange that there were several folding beds placed in the living room.

  "The deceased's older brother explained: 'I am the boss of Handsome Guy Hair Salon, and occasionally brothers come to sleep over.'"

  "Where were you when it happened? How did you find the body?" I asked.

  "The elder brother of the deceased said, 'Alas, don't mention it. I've already told those police officers that these past few days I brought people to perform in another place. He wasn't feeling well so I didn't bring him along. And then today he just...just...alas...' "

  "Performing? Aren't you developing a gallery or something? What exactly do you do?"

  The deceased's older brother flicked his colorful long hair with a raised finger and said, "Can't you tell? I'm in the art business! Many bars and clubs have asked us to perform!"

  "Is developing corridors a sideline?"

  "I suppose so, art is the same, artists also need to develop in multiple ways!"

  I said: "Okay......" But I still found it strange, "It seems like I didn't see your instrument..."

  "Can't you see? Can't you see?" The deceased's older brother pointed to the sky with one hand and lifted his foot, creating a super ugly pose. "Dance! Dancer! If you can't see, it doesn't matter, we don't need your appreciation, loneliness is our soul~~~!"

  "Alright..."

  After a preliminary investigation, the body was sent to the forensic center. The victim's older brother was taken away by the criminal police team for questioning. I followed the body to the forensic center for autopsy.

  Wang Yong was searching on his phone tirelessly on the road: "Ah! It turns out that the pubococcygeus muscle is commonly known as the 'anus'! I've wasted so much traffic on this!"

  "You're already tall, rich and handsome, yet you still care about this little traffic?" I said.

  "I'm telling you again, I'm not the wealthy and handsome guy you're thinking of!" Wang Yong said loudly.

  "Don't be impatient, you're not a tall, rich and handsome guy, you're a god, a predictable fairy. Great god, tell me, how did you predict that I would receive the case today?"

  "Amitabha Buddha said: It cannot be told."

  "Come on, tell me, I promise I won't tell anyone else."

  "Heaven's secret cannot be revealed."

  "No, no, I swear on the roasted lamb skewers that I won't tell anyone! Just tell me! If not, I can swear on the souls of those pigs, cows and chickens who sacrificed their lives for our dinner tonight..."

  "Ha!" I was just chatting with Wang Yong, and the driver spoke up, "I knew that much, let me tell you, little girl."

  "Ah, Master, you speak!" I was so eager to know that being called a little girl didn't even bother me.

  "It's simple, our provincial forensic center plus the ones sent by the city to participate in this assessment, there are only twelve forensic doctors in total, eight of whom have chief examiner qualifications. Chen Lao and the director were both called away to investigate a cross-provincial serial murder case; they won't be back until the case is solved. Four went abroad for a seminar, one went to crack a cold case, two rushed off to apply for assistance on cases in other places. Now at the provincial hall, you're the only one with chief examiner qualifications left, so no matter how much discrimination there is, it's your turn anyway."

  It's always others who get the leftovers and then it's my turn... I'm clearly not lacking in ability but because of someone's small "joke"... Sigh... I'm a little hurt.

  Wang Yong's eyes lit up: "There are masters everywhere, and sweeping monks everywhere!" He also sarcastically said to me, "Look at others, little girl, with your current level of political awareness, how will you survive in the future? I'm really worried about you..."

  I couldn't help but laugh and said calmly: "I'm not afraid of relying on my skills, I have the skills of a sweeper monk, even sweeping the floor is a skill."

  "It's so cold." Wang Yong said exaggeratedly, "I'll tell you a joke. There was a polar bear who had nothing to do and pulled out his own fur, one strand at a time. Finally, all the fur was gone, and when a gust of wind came by, what do you think the polar bear said?"

  "It's so cold." I laughed and shook my head.

  Wang Yong is really too boring, but on second thought, if he wasn't extremely bored, he wouldn't have come to the forensic center pretending to be a forensic doctor.

  Wang Yong is useless, I did the autopsy of the deceased alone, he can't even take notes, two fourth-year interns majoring in forensic medicine took notes for him, and he was idle throughout, just busy making sarcastic remarks, roughly saying that the stomach contents were disgusting, forensic medicine didn't have much technical content, as long as you could withstand the disgust, it's fine, and things like hurry up and change majors.

  Until I pointed at him with a scalpel and said, "Get out! If you have nothing to do, go pull your own hair! If you dare say another word, I'll dissect you alive!" Only then did he shut up.

  Wang Yong was probably plucking his own hair in a corner, I didn't notice. I spent two hours alone completing the entire autopsy process that would normally take four hours, including opening the skull and examining the back, writing up the autopsy report, and finally finding the gas mask just in time for the case discussion meeting.

  Gas mask is a good thing. In early winter, the corpse had not rotted yet, and I didn't wear a gas mask during autopsy, but it was needed for case discussion meeting.

  In the conference room, one by one smoking detectives will see a forensic doctor wearing a gas mask walk in and say: "Everyone continues to smoke. My name is Xiao Qin, I'll talk about the autopsy results first."

  The deceased is Zhao Fangfu, male, 15 years old, and tomorrow would have been his 16th birthday.

  Died from mechanical asphyxia, the perpetrator pressed down on the victim's thighs with both legs and pinched the victim's neck with their hands, causing the victim to suffocate to death.

  The digestion of stomach contents indicates that the deceased died thirteen hours ago, which is around 5 pm yesterday.

  From the relaxation of the internal and external anal sphincter muscles, it can be seen that the deceased had at least two years of excessive sexual activity.

  From the wound on the deceased's neck, it can be seen that the murderer used a thin, long and sharp blade, similar to an art knife. The wound is disorganized, indicating that the murderer had no knowledge of anatomy.

  It is worth mentioning that after the victim's death, the murderer gave the victim a bath and changed into clean clothes...

  ……

  "Strangled to death? Are you sure? It's 6 am now, and if we subtract the time spent on the road and autopsy, there are less than two hours left. This amount of time is not enough for an autopsy, although strangulation is a guess, but as a forensic doctor, you must carefully rule out all other causes of death."

  "The deceased had been washed and it was impossible for the time of death to be so precise."

  "It's been thirteen hours since death, which is the peak of rigor mortis, how can an autopsy be performed?"

  "Relaxation of internal and external sphincter muscles can infer that excessive sexual behavior has occurred for two years, isn't it too accurate? I'm afraid there is no scientific basis."

  "The perpetrator may be pretending that they don't have anatomical knowledge, just like the professor in the 657 case three years ago pretended to be uncultured."

  ……

  I hadn't finished speaking when the detective started questioning me, I'm used to it. I opened the slide slowly and said: "Ask one by one, I'll explain one by one. As for the problem of the autopsy time being too short, mainly because I used self-developed tools such as skull opening, which greatly saved the autopsy time. There is a video here, the entire dissection process was recorded, those who are interested can copy it back and watch it slowly, we won't waste time here. We all know that solving a homicide case within 24 hours is a matter of seconds.

  "Next, the time of death. The deceased had been cleaned up, but the digestion situation of the stomach contents won't lie. The deceased died five hours after eating their last meal. There were several instant noodle boxes in the trash can of the deceased. From the analysis of the decay of the garbage, it was determined that the deceased ate their last meal of instant noodles around noon yesterday, which was also their last meal. Everyone take a look at this photo of the stomach contents, and you can completely analyze that the deceased died five hours after eating their last meal, no mistake."

  An investigator stubbed out his cigarette and interrupted me, asking: "How can you be certain the deceased's last meal was eaten at 12 o'clock yesterday?"

  "Experience." I said without batting an eye, "Of course, the relevant technical department is already testing it, and everyone can wait for the instrument analysis conclusion."

  "That's still a reliable conclusion." A detective muttered to himself.

  "What's been found over by the tracks?" an investigator asked.

  It's as if I didn't exist at all. I'm so angry that my liver is trembling, although I knew this would happen but still can't help feeling furious.

  The one who answered the question was a dazed forensic expert, who pushed his glasses and said: "The good news is that Dr. Qin was right, there's something good under the bed; The bad news is that we found twenty-four used condoms under the bed, which have been sent to the DNA lab for analysis, and they say it will take at least two days to get the results."

  The head of the criminal investigation team, who had been silent all along, asked: "How's the investigation going on the deceased's side?"

  "The deceased was a villager with a history of theft and ****, we contacted the parents of the deceased but they did not acknowledge this son and refused to come identify the body. The informant is not the elder brother of the deceased, according to him he took in the deceased who was begging on the street three years ago and treated him as his younger brother but there were no formal adoption procedures. The informant has been at a certain bar in a foreign country for the past three days and only returned this morning, his alibi has been verified. Additionally although the deceased frequented gay bars, our investigation found that he did not have any enemies and it seems everyone liked him."

  The head of the criminal investigation team looked at his watch and said: "It's been 3 hours since we received the case, there is no time of death, no suspects, think about it, is there a breakthrough?"

  A moment of silence, the detectives puffed heavily on their cigarettes. A young detective looked at his notebook and said in a low voice: "I think... I'll report that I visited the convenience store near the victim's residential area. The one downstairs said the victim bought a box of instant noodles around 12 o'clock yesterday."

  At this time, Wang Yong coughed twice: "Cough, I'll say two sentences."

  The scene fell silent, with everyone's eyes fixed on him, waiting for him to speak.

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