Fang Zhenyue, who had quit smoking for a long time, took a cigarette from Manniu when he finally achieved his goal.

He walked to the window with Manniu, both of them stood in a position where they could see Zhong Dazhi and Yi Jiayi, lit the cigarette, and puffed it out silently.

Both of them had fatigue on their faces. They were both responsible for the promise to protect someone, and they had been under pressure until this moment. Their nerves were already tense enough, and they were finally able to relax.

After taking two puffs, Fang Zhenyue felt that the emotions in his chest calmed down, his body temperature returned to normal, and his brain was functioning as normal, so he decisively put out the cigarette.

Watching the last thin smoke coming out of the cigarette in the white paper roll, the flames disappeared completely, leaving only the curled and charred cross-section.

Throwing the remaining cigarette into the ashtray, he strode into the cold room and stood side by side with Zhong Dazhi, watching Yi Jiayi and Heipilong open the coffin lid and gently put it aside.

Manniu still held his cigarette and continued to puff. After looking at Fang Zhenyue's back for a while, he lowered his eyes to look at the cigarette in his hand that was about to burn out.

After a few seconds, Manniu put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, sniffed, and then walked towards the cold room.

Even at this time, his nerves were still tense and he couldn't relax. It seemed that Officer Fang had much better psychological quality than him.

...

After going through untold hardships, the police finally saw the body!

The air conditioning in the cold room was turned very low. The temporary coffin for Prince Tao was a freezer painted with wooden patterns, and the body was frozen inside.

The deceased's clothes were taken off. Since there was no complete body yet, the family had not dressed him in shrouds, but only covered him with a robe.

With Zhong Dazhi's permission, Xu Junhao took off the robe covering Prince Tao, folded it and put it aside.

As a father, his child was frozen in the freezer, waiting for a complete body and revenge. Now his child's body is exposed to the public again. How would he feel... Xu Junhao couldn't imagine.

The body was taken out and temporarily placed on the closed freezer lid. Xu Junhao glanced at Zhong Dazhi standing against the wall at the door with a cold face, swallowed dryly, and then bent over to examine.

He wiped his sweat. He couldn't bring an assistant. He had to be the forensic doctor and the assistant.

So he put on gloves, gently touched the body, and did a simple examination without surgery. He read out the conclusion and took a notebook to record Zhong Dazhi's nods of agreement on the contents of the report.

There was a layer of frost on the corpse. Sir Xu tried his best to observe through the frost:

"There are no external injuries on the face, but there is a sunken wound on the back of the head caused by a round blunt object."

After recording it, he went to check other parts of the body:

"There are strangulation marks on the neck, and there are ruptured blood vessels and bleeding spots on the face and other places with rich capillaries... This is caused by emotional excitement and struggle before strangulation..."

Zhong Dazhi, who was standing at the back and listening, looked worse and worse. He clenched his teeth, his forehead veins bulged, but he still stood there patiently, listening to Xu Junhao's narration without saying a word.

"There are bruises on the wrists from being tied up... The victim's ten fingers were cut off... Since the head is still there, it is clear that the murderer did not cut off the fingers to conceal the victim's identity... So... the area around the wound is pale with ischemia... The bleeding is very serious, and it is speculated that the victim was still alive when the murderer cut off the victim's fingers. It is possible that the victim remained conscious for a long time when the wound was bleeding heavily... It is very likely an act of hatred and venting, rather than a simple act of killing."

Xu Junhao spoke slowly.

It was too cruel to say this in front of a father.

At this moment, his grief was stronger than his fear. He turned to look at Zhong Dazhi and said hesitantly, "Mr. Zhong doesn't need to hear this."

"It doesn't matter." Zhong Dazhi said these three words and stopped talking.

He forced himself to endure it. Many emotions were running wild in his body, repeatedly testing the limits of his old body, but he still decided to listen.

He wiped his mouth hard and clenched his teeth again.

"The victim has multiple sharp weapon wounds on his body. These injuries are not serious, but many of them are obviously caused by venting hatred..." Xu Junhao approached the body. Because he could not dissect it, he could only observe it carefully.

The frost attached to the corpse gradually melted, revealing the purple and mottled dead skin.

Xu Junhao stroked the skin with his gloved hand and shook his head,

"It doesn't look like the wounds were caused by multiple people."

He made a stabbing motion with a knife and explained in detail,

"These knife wounds, this one is perpendicular to the inflicter, and these are starting to have angles. Only if a person stood still and stabbed the victim's left hand, there would be this kind of angled scar with the murderer's shoulder or elbow as the center of the circle."

"…The victim's body is covered with wounds, most of which are from venting attacks. These are not fatal injuries." Xu Junhao checked the victim's feet again, then frowned, "The victim's ten toes were also chopped off. From the angle of the wounds…they were first cut with a saw…when the saw didn't work, they were chopped off with a sharp tool like a kitchen knife…the ten toes should be…"

Xu Junhao took a deep breath. How painful it must be!

He turned around and looked at Zhong Dazhi again. Although the father's face was pale and his eyes were blazing, he still endured and listened.

He had no choice but to continue:

"Chop them off in ten times."

The victim endured this kind of pain ten times - ten times on his hands and feet.

Zhong Dazhi's fingers made a crackling sound, like popping beans.

Xu Junhao paused for a moment, then turned the body over with the help of the bull, and checked the back of the body.

"There are not many injuries on the back, which shows that the murderer is not afraid of the victim. He always attacks in front of the victim, just to get revenge." After the inspection, Xu Junhao used cotton swabs and scissors to extract the contents of the victim's nose and mouth.

With Zhong Dazhi's permission, Xu Junhao used cotton swabs to obtain the victim's □□□□.

When doing these things, Xu Junhao dared not to intrude.

Doing these under the gaze of the victim's family, it seemed that every action was an act of attack, which inevitably felt stressful.

"The victim's cause of death could be suffocation, or a violent blow to the forehead from a blunt object. Excessive blood loss from the wounds on the hands and feet could also be the cause... If we want to further clarify the cause of death, we need to perform an autopsy—"

At this point, Xu Junhao suddenly noticed Zhong Dazhi's expression and changed his tone to:

"I'll check it again."

...

While Xu Junhao and Yi Jiayi were staring at the corpse and taking notes, Fang Zhenyue stood between Xu Junhao, Yi Jiayi and Zhong Dazhi, separating them physically and reducing the mental pressure from Zhong Dazhi on Xu Junhao and Jiayi, so that the two could observe the corpse carefully without being distracted.

When Xu Junhao's inspection came to an end, Fang Zhenyue turned his head to look at Zhong Dazhi and whispered at the right time:

"Mr. Zhong, it seems more and more like a frame-up."

Even if the former ape gang wanted to kill Zhong Dazhi's heir, they might have made a mess of Zhong Dazhi's son's corpse in order to humiliate Zhong Dazhi, damage Zhong Dazhi's fierce image, and cause his subordinates to despise him, and it was reasonable to cut off his fingers and toes.

But if it is pure sadism, then it is wrong. Gangsters also have their own code of conduct. Men fight and kill for food, just like wild animals fighting for territory and food in the mountains. Wild animals do not feel ashamed to kill for food and survival, and they may even regard it as a symbol of power.

The former ape gang can kill his son, and he can also find a way to capture Bald D for revenge. In their worldview, this is all OK, just like a knight duel, killing with respect and chivalry.

But sadistic killings have a different meaning. You killed this animal not for eating, but just for torturing. This is an immoral act and will be despised by the gangsters. If you don't respect your opponent, you don't respect yourself. You will no longer be a hero. Without a banner, you are just a scoundrel with strong limbs.

The former Ape Gang probably didn't have to resort to such means.

"Maybe it was a trick by the Ape Gang to make you, the police and me, think that this is not their work?" Zhong Dazhi gritted his teeth, his tone full of resentment.

"..." Fang Zhenyue glanced at him and said nothing more.

At this moment, Yi Jiayi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly turned to Zhong Dazhi and said,

"Mr. Zhong, the one who killed Mr. Zhong Chuantao was not Bald D."

She lowered her hands, took a step sideways, and faced Zhong Dazhi directly, with a serious and determined expression, which made Zhong Dazhi, who wanted to refute everything in anger, speechless for a moment.