Chapter 438

This morning, Ji Feng has seen Ye Yuanliang's body. It looks complete. But when you look carefully, you can see that there are many needle holes on the body, just like a giant rag doll. Seeing the body again at the moment, Ji Feng's face didn't show, but he stood a little far away from the body. It's Liu Xiaoli who is brave. As soon as he comes in, he runs towards the corpse, and the claw paper opens the white cloth! When I saw the corpse of a man with a dead white face, Liu Xiaoli was nothing different. He only felt his smooth chin and murmured, "Dad's skill is very good." Ji Feng looks down at the child. Maybe Jifeng's vision is too obvious. Xiaoli feels it. He looks up at this kind grandfather, points to the needle and thread on the body, and says, "I can sew, too, but my father says I'm stupid, and the work is not meticulous, so I won't sew." Ji Feng's face was smiling, but the corners of his mouth were twitching slightly. People who are good at needlework probably don't want to sew a corpse with their own skills! Xiao Li took pen, ink, paper and inkstone from Ji Feng's hand and climbed onto the plank bed while agitating. It's hard to see the baby's short legs. Ji Feng picks up the baby conveniently, but there's no place for him to look around. Xiao Liu pointed to the edge of the plank bed with a short finger and said, "thank you, Grandpa. Just put me here. “Ji Feng hesitated. "Can you stand?" In fact, the wooden bed is very narrow. The body of an adult man lies upright on the top, occupying all the area. It is almost impossible to stand on it. But Xiaoli nodded obediently to show that she could stand. Ji Feng hesitated and put the child on. Then, Jifeng saw the little guy standing on the edge of the board bed, holding a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in one hand, and pushing the corpse aside casually in one hand. Then the little guy sat down, squeezed the corpse, and kissed the corpse. Jifeng, silence again! Ji Feng has heard of the autopsy report. Since two months ago, Sun received a letter from Kyoto, he spread the new rule. But no one knows what the report is and how to do it. Only from the words in the letter, we can infer that we should write all the information about the corpse in one document, but we still don't know how to write it and what rules it has. Now, a little boy under the age of five is demonstrating to him how to write the autopsy report. Xiao Li now writes the name, age, height and approximate weight of the deceased on the rice paper, and then the wound verification. The body has been examined, and the body has been sewn up, so Xiaoli doesn't have to take it apart to check the internal organs. Now that the mother has checked it, leave this part blank and let her write it back. He examined the trauma. Take ye Yuanliang's clothes off. Xiao Li is next to a naked corpse, turning around, reading and writing. From time to time, he uses the other end of the brush to poke the skin of the corpse. After watching the children fumble like this, he had written most of the pages for a while. Ji Feng was curious and took a look. This look, but found that most of their own do not understand! Children's characters are crooked, not much meaningful, but no matter how crooked they are, they are at least recognizable. But these words, Ji Feng knows, but most of them don't know what they mean. Jifeng didn't ask much, but maybe Jifeng had seen it for a long time. Xiaoli suddenly looked at him, and then asked nervously, "I Did I write the wrong words? " Xiao Li has done her best to write neatly and rigorously. Can't he? The little guy is very melancholy. He doesn't think he is the material for reading. Ji Feng looked at Xiao Li's lost expression, raised his hand, rubbed his soft hair, and said, "there is no mistake." Just can't understand! "Is it true?" little Li asked Ji Feng nods. The little guy was relieved at last, but he was still uneasy. He looked back and found that there was a wrong word. Xiao Li quickly painted it and changed it. Looking at the place where Xiao Li changed, Ji Feng kept silent. He didn't think it was a mistake. After Xiaoli's correction, he didn't blame the grandfather for not telling him the wrong words, but lied to him. Instead, he said: "in this place, the skin on the abdomen of the corpse is broken, without obvious scars, but the cortex is cracked, with a large degree of rupture, the skin color is purplish red, the blood line is slightly compressed, and there is a possibility of heavy hit or internal injury. In this place, my father said that the blood line is oppressive and cannot write the blood line. The blood line is red. It's blood vessels. The nerve line is different. The nerve line should be used here, because the skin of his stomach expands. The blood line seen inside is cyan. The cyan is the nerve line. " Ji Feng is silent. He looks at the body's ugly abdomen and the little guy's face. After a while, he seems to have a "hum".In any case, it's humiliating to admit that I didn't understand a word in front of a child. Xiao Li's autopsy report was not written fast, but after half of it, he found a strange scene. I saw the seam of the stitched thread, unexpectedly unconsciously, slowly leached out a wisp of white smoke. At first, Xiaoli thought he was dazzled by the white smoke. After all, the sun outside is very good. If there is smoke like nothing, it is not obvious in the sun. But Xiao Li is good at concealed weapons, and his eyesight is a skill he has trained since he was a child. He saw the white smoke and witnessed it with his own eyes. After the white smoke was integrated into the skin, the body's original skin began to turn over, wrinkle and finally crack. "Wow!" Xiaoli discovers the new world, pushes away the brush, ink, paper and inkstone, pouts his buttocks, lies there, and stares at the white smoke closely. Ji Feng also saw the white smoke. At the moment when the little guy gathered up, he raised his hand and put the light feathered little guy in his arms. He avoided it a little. His eyes were serious. What is this? Xiaoli cried: "Grandpa, let me go, let me go. I want to see what it is. It's amazing. Is there any small thing in the body? I'm going to cut it. I'm going to cut my knife. I'm going to dissect my knife. Whoa, there's no white smoke. There's almost no white smoke. Grandpa, you're going to let go of me. White smoke's gone... " Xiaoli yells and screams, and finally struggles frantically. Ji Feng can't help it. He decides that the white smoke has disappeared for some reason. Then he puts the little guy back. As soon as he put it down, Xiao Li took out the scalpel in the omnipotent backpack with a red face. Then, without saying anything, he stabbed the corpse directly with a knife!