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Hearing Liao Mengfann's question, I felt goosebumps all over my body. I was so flustered and frightened that I missed out on a lot of the details. After what she said, there was indeed something fishy about it.

The first point was that human beings could not live without blood. The oxygen they inhaled and the food in their digestive tract were passed through their blood to their organs.

If a person loses 1000 milliliters of blood, they will experience dizziness, nausea, vomiting, and gradually shock. If a person loses more than 1500 milliliters of blood, he or she can basically be sentenced to death.

Judging from the amount of blood lost today, the skin on his entire body had been peeled off. Even if the knife technique was excellent and didn't injure the major artery, the capillaries under the skin couldn't possibly be less than 1500 ml under the condition of total hemorrhage.

When I found the victim, she was still bleeding, but the footprints were a little red, indicating that the amount of bleeding was very low. But the dead woman at that time was already blood-red. From her state, she must have been bleeding profusely, otherwise she wouldn't have died in front of me. This was a contradiction, and it was impossible to explain it to him.

The second point was still the amount of blood in the footprints. Even if the arteries of the dead were unharmed, all the blood vessels in the body would be exposed, and the blood would flow down along the skin under the influence of gravity. From this, it could be determined that the dead man's feet were completely red.

However, it seemed that there wasn't much blood on the dead man's feet, only a faint red footprint. Those footprint could only prove that there was almost no more blood on the dead man's body at that time.

However, the victim was still able to walk to the Public Security Bureau's entrance. After scaring the police officer on duty to death, she met me again. In addition to the time we moved from the scene of the crime to the Public Security Bureau's entrance, her blood should have already been drained dry!

But... How could a 'person' whose blood was nearly drained do those actions? Could it be that the deceased I saw at that time was actually a dead person?

Thinking of this, my hands couldn't help but tremble. Liu Lee's Yellow Crane Restaurant was placed in front of me. I nervously took out a cigarette. Originally, I didn't smoke, but at this moment, I could only use tobacco to numb my fearful nerves.

My fingers couldn't control them anymore, and I pressed the lighter four or five times, but it still didn't catch fire. When Liao Mengfann saw this, she snatched the lighter away and lit it for me.

A strong feeling rose in my heart, and I forced a smile at her. After Liao Mengfann finished lighting the cigarette, her right hand rested on her cheeks in deep thought. It seemed like she couldn't figure out what was going on. I suddenly realised that Liao Mengfann was a very rational, thinking and meticulous woman.

A woman like that must be a good detective. I realised that I seemed to have a good impression of her and that I'm not afraid of everyone laughing at me. Liao Mengfann looked very much like the goddess in my heart, the goddess that I think all the spectators would probably know. Her name is Song Shimeng, and she comes from the Japan. I think everyone knows her occupation, right?

Three hours had passed since the victim was found. At this moment, the sky was already slightly bright. There were more and more pedestrians on the street. There were more and more large snow carts working. But the conference room was quiet. Everyone was thinking, waiting for the call from the 110 police station, waiting for the report of the medical examiner's autopsy.

During this time, the Captain Zhu of Group Two suggested to broadcast the bounty announcement, but this proposal was rejected by the Director Zheng. My dad didn't say anything. He was sitting straight up in his chair like a statue, his right hand under his chin, his face angry, his eyes deep, as if he were thinking of something extremely unpleasant.

Creak!

The moment of silence was disturbed by the sound of the door opening. I turned around and saw a middle-aged policewoman wearing a police uniform with a white coat on the outside walking in. Her white coat was still stained with blood and she was carrying a cleaning bag in her arms.

Liu Lee ran over to the female doctor's side and asked, "Sister Lee, the autopsy report?" Liu Lee pointed to the organized bag in the Sister Lee's embrace and asked.

Sister Lee nodded her head. She carried her bag to the projector and took out a slide, saying, "The preliminary autopsy report has been sorted out. There are a few things that I need you to explain."

Everyone pricked up their ears, afraid that they would miss something.

"I. Female sex, height, 172CM, initially estimated to be between 50 and 60 kg, aged between 40 and 45 years. The epidermis and dermis had been lost before death, leaving only subcutaneous fat and the capillaries of the subcutaneous tissue exposed.

Second, the lung contains a lot of tar, smoke at least 20 years old, at the same time, the lung obviously softens and increases, indicating that the dead person often inhales high temperature air to cause the lung to swell.

Third, the body of the deceased was covered with a layer of unknown gelatinous liquid, this liquid can very well prevent leakage of blood. At the same time, the gelatinous liquid contains a large amount of sodium chloride (edible salt), which is up to 90%.

Fourth, the dead man's tongue had been completely torn, the wound was uneven, and it was initially determined that it had been forcibly torn off by something like a hook. 5. 80% of the blood in the body of the deceased …

"Wait!" The Director Zheng cut off the Sister Lee's report and asked: "Since there's still so much blood in our bodies, how can we possibly die? Was it poisoned? " Everyone began to discuss with one another.

Sister Lee coughed and said, "The gelatinous liquid did not contain any poison. Actually the reason she died was very simple.

"Oh my god!" This is too abnormal! " The crowd burst into an uproar.

I closed my eyes and imagined I was dead. At this moment, I was lying naked on a cold planer. A person holding a boning knife was slowly walking to my side.

I struggled, but my limbs were bound. An icy cold feeling suddenly appeared on his forehead, followed by a heart-wrenching pain! At the same time that that person slashed open my forehead, he extended his sinful hand and forcefully tore at my skin. I saw that my face had been torn off and my chest was a bloody mess.

However, I did not die. I felt faint, my skin was gone, and my body had gone completely numb from the excruciating pain. I silently waited for death to come. However, just as death was about to wave to me and I was about to be free, a cold feeling suddenly came from my chest.

What followed was pain that no words could describe! The blurry nerves were pulled back to reality once more, and I saw that person using a large brush to rub on my body. Everywhere I go, I scream.

The brush ran down my chest and onto my cheek. Drops of liquid flowed into my mouth. I cursed and howled, but to no avail.

At that moment, my eyes that couldn't close them saw that person pull out a hook. He turned around and said, "So noisy." After saying that, he forcefully opened my mouth and pulled my tongue out.

Then I felt the sky darken and I saw the white tiles. Suddenly, my throat felt dry as my eyeballs subconsciously rolled upwards. With a 'wow' sound, a large amount of blood mixed with vomit fell onto the white floor tiles. My tongue lay alone on the floor tiles, completely covered in an instant.

Why was he doing this? Why can't I die a happy death? I knew that the reason he'd turned me over was because he was afraid of choking me with his blood in my throat. I gasped, the taste of blood in my mouth. I felt my vision darken, and I fainted.

When I woke up again, I felt a sudden chill. I stood up with difficulty. My surroundings were a vast expanse of white. The strong northwest wind blew my eyes that couldn't be closed. Tears mixed with blood rolled down my face.

I struggled to walk forward. The dim light in front of me was like a lamp that led to death. The pain in my body actually warmed me in the cold night, and after walking for a long time, I saw a lighted duty room ahead of me.

My eyes had begun to blur, and with all my strength I walked to the door of the duty room and knocked on the frosty window. The door creaked open. I saw a small policeman come out of the duty room. When he saw me, he let out a sudden scream. His body was trembling.

I wanted to speak, to ask him to save me, or to kill me. However, in his eyes, I was like the devil of hell. He collapsed to the ground, and finally, fear took over the peak. He fainted.

I'm in despair. Is it that hard to die? At that moment, another howl reached my ears. I turned my head and saw a vague figure in the distance. I walked over with some difficulty, praying that he wouldn't run away. Closer and closer, I saw that he seemed to have moved backwards.

Was he going to run away too? I stretched out my hands and prayed. In that instant, I saw him charge towards me. My terrified heart suddenly felt a sliver of calmness. I powerlessly collapsed onto the ground. My eyes that couldn't be closed finally caught sight of a face that couldn't be any more familiar. It was actually me …

Ah!" I woke with a start, my hands clenching and cracking, my forehead soaked with sweat. God damn it! I actually replaced myself in the world of the dead. The instant before her death, she appeared in my mind once again. At that time, I swore to myself that I would help her catch that murderer!

There was still talk. Maybe I was distracted for a few seconds, but for myself it was half a century. Sister Lee coughed once more, and said: "One more thing, the killer's skinning technique seems to me to be using an unprecedented method …"