Sheng An Ning slapped Song Xiuyan: "Don't be stunned, go in quickly, you know where the morgue is."
Song Xiuyan naturally knew that it was not far from here and there was no shelter around, but walking here made people feel a chill inexplicably.
Sheng An Ning followed Song Xiuyan into the morgue in the dark. There were five or six beds in a row in the room, and three of them had corpses on them, covered with white cloth.
Song Xiuyan went over first and took a look with a flashlight, then pointed at the second body and said in a low voice, "This one."
Sheng An Ning walked over, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, and covered the flashlight with it so that the light wouldn't be too glaring and wouldn't be easily noticed by people outside.
Song Xiuyan was silent for a moment. He even suspected that Sheng Anning had also retired from the special forces.
Sheng An Ning looked at the deceased's neck and found obvious marks of strangulation. He then pinched the deceased's mouth and nose open, looked inside, and flipped up his eyelids.
Finally, each finger of the deceased was carefully examined.
Song Xiuyan was paying attention to the movements outside while watching Sheng An Ning's actions. It was like facing a corpse and it felt like picking pork.
If it were any other girl, she would have screamed in fear.
Sheng An Ning stripped off the dead man's clothes while Song Xiuyan was stunned, and looked at him carefully before neatly tidying up his clothes and restoring him to the way he was when they first met. She said to Song Xiuyan, "Okay, we can go now."
Song Xiuyan took the flashlight, went over to take another closer look, then quietly went out with Sheng An Ning.
After meeting up with Zhou Shixun who was standing by the wall, the three of them returned to the guesthouse together.
First go to Song Xiuyan's room, Sheng Anning walked in and told him what she found: "There are marks of strangulation on the deceased's neck, but he did not die from hanging, but from poisoning. His fingertips are slightly black, and there are obvious black marks on his buttocks. "
Song Xiuyan looked at Sheng An Ning in shock. Oh my god, how did he know that? He just saw that the other person died of poisoning.
Some were confused: "You said the poison was injected into the buttocks?"
Sheng An Ning nodded: "Yes, maybe the situation was urgent at the time, the needle deviated and accidentally stabbed the buttocks, so the toxins between the two thighs were heavier. And the deceased was killed in the Public Security Bureau."
Song Xiuyan couldn't help but sigh: "So bold? How dare you kill someone in the Public Security Bureau?"
But it means that the other party is angry and embarrassed.
Zhou Shixun saw that Sheng An Ning kept curling her fingers while she was talking, obviously unable to bear her hands, so he silently went to get a basin of water and asked Sheng An Ning to wash her hands.
Sheng An Ning blinked and smiled. The old man was still very careful. He went over and washed his hands carefully with soap.
But in my mind I kept thinking about the blood type of the real murderer. Suddenly, a scene flashed through my mind. It was the day when Xiao Zhu and I saw a man who looked like Zhou Changyun at the entrance of the hotel.
He stood up excitedly and looked at Zhou Shixun: "Do you remember the night we ate wontons? When Xiaozhu and I were washing our hands, we saw a man who looked very much like Zhou Changyun."
Song Xiuyan thought for a moment before remembering who Zhou Changyun was: "Zhou Changyun?"
Sheng Anning continued, "The real murderer also has AB blood type, and so does Zhou Changyun. I saw a man who looked like Zhou Changyun. Now that I think about it, his figure is quite similar to the real murderer. Do you think they are the same person?"
Song Xiuyan frowned: "Because they look alike, their blood types are also similar?"
Sheng An Ning shook off the water droplets on her hands: "It doesn't matter. We should try our best to turn all the impossibilities into possibilities. What if there is a connection? Solving a case is not about leaving out any details."
Zhou Shixun frowned: "Really similar?"
Sheng An Ning nodded: "Very similar, why don't we keep an eye out for anyone in the city who looks like Zhou Changyun? Anyway, he won't stop until he succeeds in harming us this time."
Although Song Xiuyan felt that these were totally illogical and were even just clues pieced together by Sheng An Ning, he kept silent when he saw that Zhou Shixun believed it.
I was just wondering when Zhou Shixun would be willing to believe Sheng An Ning unconditionally without using his brain.
After returning to the room with Zhou Shixun, Sheng Anning was still muttering: "It would be great if we could dissect the body and find out what kind of poison he was poisoned with."
Zhou Shixun turned his head and looked at her: "Can you dissect a corpse?"
Sheng An Ning didn't want to hide it anymore, it was a matter of life and death: "I've seen a little bit, it should be similar to killing a rabbit."
Zhou Shixun said nothing. This was very different from killing rabbits.
After this incident, Sheng An Ning had no time to tease Zhou Shixun. She lay in bed and kept thinking, was her guess right?
There aren't so many coincidences in the world. When there are too many, there must be something wrong.
I also wondered, if there really was someone who looked like Zhou Changyun who wanted to kill Zhou Shixun, then why?
What is the relationship between him and Zhou Changyun?
Think about it, I have speculated that Zhou Shixun is not the child of Zhu Guihua and Zhou Mancang. Could it be because of the cat-changing prince? Now that the fake prince has discovered his identity, he wants to kill Zhou Shixun, the real prince?
The more I thought about it, the more my imagination grew. From official struggles, I thought of struggles among various forces.
The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. I was so excited that I could hardly sleep.
Tossing and turning in **.
Zhou Shixun in the other photo also couldn't fall asleep, thinking about what Sheng Anning had said, the man who looked like Zhou Changyun.
He had met a man with a long waist and good luck three years ago, but he didn't know his name.
Could it be him?
Sheng An Ning fell into a drowsy sleep until dawn. When she woke up, it was already bright outside. The bed where Zhou Shixun had slept was neatly folded, and he had already left.
He sat up, ruffled his frizzy short hair, put on his clothes and went out to wash up.
When I passed by Song Xiuyan's room, I saw that there was a padlock on his door. It seemed that the two of them went out together.
After washing up, I waited in the room for a while, but Zhou Shixun didn't come back, so I packed up and prepared to go to the hospital to see Xiaozhu.
When I went downstairs, I heard the waiter talking about sewing plane tickets and bicycle tickets. His tone was full of envy. If I could get a ticket, I would be proud to get married.
Sheng Anning still understood that buying a bicycle and a sewing machine both required an industrial ticket.
This industrial ticket is very scarce and not everyone can get one. Only some leading cadres and advanced workers may get one.
Coincidentally, she had an industrial ticket in her hand, and she would definitely make money if she sold these tickets.
Suddenly, I felt like I had found a treasure and went to the hospital happily to see Xiao Zhu.
She will use this industrial ticket to exchange for money and then buy some things she needs.
While thinking about making money, I was also thinking about the corpse. Life would be so wonderful if I could let her do an autopsy on it.
How could she have such a perverted hobby?
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