Chapter 12

A sharp gaze from under the hat brim strikes directly. Wang Bingsheng's heart panics. Thinking about it, the other party is just a teenager, so what is he panicking about? Coughing lightly to cover up the panic just now, Wang Bingsheng shouts loudly: "It is possible, but these are just your guesses. What evidence do you have to prove that he was strangled unconscious first and then hanged?!" He wants to see what this kid can do!

Evidence? Zhuo Qing sneers and stands up abruptly: "I will let him tell you where the evidence is!"

Him? Everyone follows Zhuo Qing's gaze, and it is Lin Bokang who is already stiff on the ground. He is clearly a corpse, so how can he tell them where the evidence is?! Everyone gasps and steps back involuntarily, except for Prime Minister Lou, who looks at peace.

"First, talk about the cause of death of the deceased." Zhuo Qing points to the neck of the corpse and says to Mo Bai: "Lift his neck."

He really treats him as a servant! Mo Bai mutters in his heart, but his hands are somewhat involuntarily pressing according to what Zhuo Qing said, gently lifting Lin Bokang's neck.

"The deceased has no other obvious fatal external injuries or signs of poisoning, and the signs of asphyxiation are obvious. The cause of death is indeed strangulation by the belt, dying of asphyxiation." Zhuo Qing just said one sentence, and Wang Bingsheng sneers lightly. What is the difference between this and what he just said? Playing tricks!

Not arguing with him, Zhuo Qing squats down, points to the strangulation mark on the deceased's neck, and says coldly: "The deceased has two strangulation marks on his neck. Hanging to death can also appear with two strangulation marks. Strangulation marks are generally neat at the edges, and the hyoid bone and laryngeal bone rarely fracture. But the two strangulation marks of the deceased are not like this at all. One is located below the thyroid cartilage, parallel to the body. This strangulation mark was caused when the murderer strangled the deceased unconscious. Because the deceased struggled desperately, the epidermis at the strangulation groove peeled off and there was subcutaneous bleeding. This strangulation mark is deep and obvious, appearing dark black; the other strangulation mark was caused when the murderer hanged the deceased on the roof beam. At this time, the deceased had no consciousness, and the strangulation mark is shallow and light. The cervical spine spinous process of the deceased is obviously fractured, which is the result of the powerful and violent strangulation of the neck."

Prime Minister Lou walks into the prison, looking closely at the deceased's neck. Indeed, as Zhuo Qing said, the two strangulation marks, one deep and one light, are very obvious.

Wu Zhigang is extremely reluctant, but has to follow in resentfully. Glaring at Wang Bingsheng, Wu Zhigang curses inwardly, this idiot, who is the coroner!

Receiving Wu Zhigang's glare, Wang Bingsheng suddenly comes back to his senses. It's no wonder this kid was so arrogant just now, he really has some skills. After thinking about it for a while, Wang Bingsheng aggressively retorts: "If he was strangled to death, there should be traces of the strangulation marks intersecting at the back of the neck! There is clearly no such thing at the back of his neck! The two strangulation marks of different depths on the neck could also be caused by his struggle before death!"

"Take off his upper clothes." Zhuo Qing says very lightly, but as if enduring something. Mo Bai raises his head slowly, only to see Zhuo Qing's hands clenching and loosening, clenching and loosening. After several times, Zhuo Qing finally stands up and says coldly to Wang Bingsheng, who is full of provocation: "You are not qualified to be a forensic pathologist at all!"

Wang Bingsheng is furious: "What did you say?!" He has been a coroner in Yingtian Prefecture for so many years, examining countless corpses. This kid thinks he knows some tricks, so he dares to say he is not qualified!

"As a forensic pathologist, you are the only one who can speak for the dead. He is using his body to tell you how he died! When he died! What he experienced during the death process! And you, completely ignored! You didn't even carefully check every injury and every detail of the corpse before making a conclusion. Because of your words, he might die unclearly, and the murderer will remain at large!"

She can tolerate a forensic pathologist's low professional level, as all knowledge and experience can be learned and accumulated, but she cannot tolerate a forensic pathologist who is lazy, sloppy in work, and still argues strongly!

The calm and cold voice sounds in the prison. Not only is Wang Bingsheng blushing, but Prime Minister Lou is also shocked. At this time, he is completely different from when they first met. When they first met, he was a bit cold and arrogant, a bit cunning. Now he is firm and persistent, calm and deep. Is he really the teenager in his teens he thought he was? Prime Minister Lou is puzzled.

"Husband, you died so miserably!" The prison is silent for a moment, until a sorrowful cry makes everyone come back to their senses. Mo Bai has already taken off Lin Bokang's clothes. There are many scars of different sizes and depths on his chest, some have healed, some have just scabbed. Although they are all old scars, they look ferocious at this time.

Mrs. Lin almost collapses on the deceased, sobbing. As if thinking of something, Mrs. Lin suddenly crawls up, pointing at Wu Zhigang and crying: "My husband is wronged, he couldn't have committed suicide, it was you, it must be you who killed my husband!"

Mrs. Lin rushes toward Wu Zhigang crazily, but is blocked by the yamen runners on both sides. Wu Si rushes up, helping Mrs. Lin to the side, and says: "Madam, be careful!"

"Oh!" Wu Si rushes up, bringing Mrs. Lin to the side. Miss Zhuo has become a bit different. She can't say what is different, but what she says always makes people unable to violate it.

No longer paying attention to Wang Bingsheng, who is standing on the side ashamed, Zhuo Qing squats down again, gently pushing the deceased's shoulder. Mo Bai understands and helps the deceased turn over. Zhuo Qing raises her eyebrows slightly. Quite smart, very suitable as an assistant!

"The strangulation groove on the neck does not intersect because he was pressed against a hard object behind his back, and the belt was pulled tight, leading to asphyxiation. Therefore, the deceased left traces of the hard object on his back."

Sure enough, two purple bruises appear on Lin Bokang's back. Unlike the old scars, these two bruises are dark in color, and the epidermis is broken, and the wounds are very new.

What is this thing?! Everyone looks for the similar murder weapon. Prime Minister Lou is the first to walk to the side of the cell door, half-squatting, not knowing what he is looking for.

Not understanding what the Prime Minister is doing, Wu Zhigang compares for a long time, and finally finds that the two wounds on the deceased's back, regardless of size or thickness, are consistent with the wooden pole of the cell door, shouting happily: "I found it, it's the wooden pole of the cell door!"

Feeling the wooden pole for a while, Prime Minister Lou curls his lips slightly and stands up slowly. He also found it.

It seems to be waiting for him. After he turns around, Zhuo Qing lifts the deceased's fingers and says: "The deceased was indeed strangled from outside the door. Because he struggled desperately, wood chips still remain on his fingertips."

Their eyes meet, and Zhuo Qing pulls down the hat brim, blocking Prime Minister Lou's prying eyes again.

Wu Zhigang nods, looking like he understands: "So, Lin Bokang was really killed!" Glaring at the little yamen runner, he asks: "Who else entered the prison today?!"

Thinking hard, the little yamen runner cries with a sad face: "Except for when they came to bring the criminal just now, no one has entered the prison."

"Nonsense!" Wu Zhigang scolds: "No one came in, so how was he killed?"

Really no one! The little yamen runner has bitterness that he cannot speak, and can only lower his head to be scolded.

"Because the deceased died last night!" Zhuo Qing shakes her head, unable to bear it. Can't they listen to her finish before investigating the case? Such a habit is really annoying!

"Last night?"