The old man suddenly handed her a pair of small scissors. Ouyang hadn't expected him to know what she wanted. But then again, he'd spent so much time in this simple morgue, and he'd seen many people's bodies exposed. It took three minutes, and some tissue needed to be examined before a definitive conclusion could be drawn. For the most part, it looked like the man hadn't suffered many external injuries. The scrapes on his skin were a bit messy, caused by friction with the stone walls.
The old man helped Ouyang clean up, and then pushed the dead body back to the original place. His movements were still as slow as ever, and he didn't seem anxious at all. It was already past noon, and Ouyang thought she should treat the old man to a meal. After all, he had been waiting for her here for three hours.
"Old man," Ouyang washed his hands and walked to his desk, "I'll treat you to a meal."
The old man looked up at her, then at his watch and nodded. He was indeed a little hungry, and the food in the cafeteria must have been snatched up by those who left work on time. "Let's go!"
He is a very easy-going person. He seems to treat everyone as his leader and allows them to arrange everything for him.
In a nearby restaurant, Ouyang ordered a bottle of good wine and asked him to drink it. He shook his head: "I don't drink during the day."
"Then save it for tonight."
The old man nodded and ate all the dishes ordered, but he ate very little. His appetite was not proportional to his workload. Perhaps because of this, he looked very thin, and his arms were like a pair of chopsticks for cooking noodles.
"What do you do for a living?" The old man finished his meal and sat opposite Ouyang, looking her up and down. "Haven't I seen you before?"
"I'm doing research."
"Not a police officer?"
"no."
"Not a forensic doctor?"
"no."
"Then why do you want to do this?" The old man looked at her strangely. You know, apart from the relatives of the deceased, there are only these two types of people who will go to "visit" him after he dies.
"I'm investigating how the dead person died." Ouyang said.
The old man looked at the time. It was time to go back to work, but he still wanted to hear what she had to say: "Would you like to come to my place for some tea?"
"No," Ouyang pointed to the box beside him, "I have to go to another place to check the chemical composition inside."
The old man's eyes dimmed, and he finally said, "If someone could visit me as carefully as they visit the dead, I would be willing to die."
Ouyang understood what he said, which was something that only an extremely lonely person would say.
"Old man," Ouyang said, "this is my phone number. If you have anything, you can call me. I'll come to your place for tea when there's a chance."
The old man took her card, his eyes suddenly brightening. As a morgue keeper, he had never received a business card from anyone before. The people at the morgue were as surprised as if they had seen a ghost. If he went there again, they probably wouldn't even want him to know their names.
Ouyang left with his things. The old man stayed there for a long time, then returned to his original state and walked back to his seat step by step.
Various chemical components were quickly detected. Due to the destructive effects of water immersion, the analytical data was not significant. Ouyang's thoughts wandered between the various components, comparing them with the various injuries and degree of tissue damage observed during the autopsy. Suddenly, a question arose before her: "Everyone in the deceased's dormitory drank alcohol, but his liver and stomach showed no signs of alcohol damage." In other words, this person did not drink. However, his lungs showed some damage from smoking, which means that this person only smoked and did not drink. So how did he get along with his roommates? There was only one explanation: he did not interact much with his roommates, even taking care of their meals on their own.
That morning, those two people were rushing out to work. No, the security guy had dark circles under his eyes. His fingers were trembling, clearly having missed a good night's rest. So, there was a chance he was lying; he didn't have to work during the day.
In the afternoon, she walked from the three people's accommodation towards the security guard's workplace, passing by an artificial lake with several boats floating on the lake to beautify the scenery.
In a place planted with willow trees by the lake, she saw the security guard who did not go out to work. He was holding a cigarette in his hand, staring at the lake in a daze. Later, a woman came and seemed to have a good relationship with him. The expressions of the two people were very serious, and they must be discussing something. Ouyang swiped his mobile phone and looked at the message on it. The woman should be the girlfriend of the deceased, or his girlfriend. It seemed that the matter was clear. Ouyang sent a message to Ji Ou: The murderer is the girlfriend of the deceased.
Why his girlfriend and not the security guard? It's actually quite simple. A closer look reveals clear scratches on the woman's neck, the shape and size of which match those of the deceased's hands. The uneasiness and anxiety on her face betray her; no woman would act evasive because of her friend's death.
The security guard was very surprised to see Ouyang standing on the grass nearby. He then looked at the woman next to him and said, "She is here to investigate."
Ouyang didn't approach them, but turned away. She had come so close just now because she wanted to see the woman's subconscious expression. She glanced at the boat in the lake. It seemed that was the crime scene. A big man would fall for a weak woman because he trusted her too much.
Ji Ou quickly replied to her message: "See you tonight."
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