Chapter 1579

As a simple looking middle-aged man, he crouched in front of the corpse and pointed to the red fingerprint on the chest of the deceased, saying: "internal injury is also called internal injury, which refers to the injury of Qi, blood, viscera and meridians caused by falling, bumping, squeezing, pressing, kicking and beating. Mengqi's body contains a lot of injuries, which are light or heavy. The most serious one belongs to the palm of the heart , the palm power is just fierce. Adults can see that the edge of the wound has turned black and blue, which shows that Mengqi's heart and lung were in a state of serious internal damage when he died. That is to say, he was hit by this palm, which caused his heart and mouth to break, his breathing to be contained and his life to die. At the same time, Mengqi's hands and feet were slightly dislocated, and his back wound was very close and disordered. As the people around said, Mengqi had been beaten and collided a lot before his death... "

He said it clearly. Du Minying raised his chin slightly and looked at the boy with sharp and cold eyes. He raised his eyebrow and asked, "what else do you want to say?"

The little boy frowned at him and said, "open your chest."

Du Minying squints.

"Is not the heart broken?" The little boy turned his eyes to the insincere work: "you can see that his heart is broken without opening his chest, and you can see things through the air?"

When his professional ability was questioned, he was not happy: "little boy, you hurt people by mistake and killed them. There is evidence and evidence. What else can you argue about?"

With a sneer, the little boy retorted: "the chief judge has not yet found me guilty? Is it sophistry to conclude that I ask for physical evidence? What's the point of opening this hall? Just take a confession and force me to make a pledge. I've never seen it before. "

"Bang!" Dushi Lang's startled wood rang again, interrupting the eloquent child's words.

The little boy did shut up, but after two breaths of silence, he continued, "no chest, I don't agree."

Dushi Lang's forehead angle drew a while, his cold eyes swept to one side of the work, ordered: "open."

Yang Shangshu coughs and opens his mouth at the right time: "if you want to open a corpse, do you want to go to the back hall..."

"Open face to face, go to the back hall, who knows if there is a secret box operation." The little boy didn't talk about human feelings, but he didn't raise his head.

Yang Shangshu is really in a dilemma. There are many people here today. Is it a bit hard to cut a dead man in front of so many people?

Du Minying didn't seem to see Yang Shangshu winking at him. He turned a little sideways and repeated, "open."

Zhuo also choked his stomach. Hearing this, he raised his hand and asked the guards to send a knife. He untied the body's clothes and stabbed it towards his chest.

But at the critical moment, the little boy called him again, "wait a minute."

"And what?" Stare at him impatiently.

The little boy frowned and said, "your gesture is wrong. If you cut it like this, you have to pierce your heart when it's heavy. If you cut it several times, it will damage the texture structure. Will you cut it?"

If it wasn't for the hall of the punishment department, he wanted to cover the bear's face with a shoe bottom.

"I can't, you can, you come!"

"Good."

This is just a vent, which knows that the child should be a mouthful, a Leng, innocent look to the main judge in the hall.

Du Minying could not let the suspect touch the body. He glanced at the work, and his voice was a little uncontrollable: "cut!"

The boy said again, "I don't accept the result of unprofessional autopsy."

There was a chatter under the hall. Zhuang Chang took a sip of tea and turned to follow Yang Shang's words: "he has the same temper as his mother, but if someone really breaks the internal weapon, is there a better chance for the suspect to quibble? If not or find a better one? "

Yang Shangshu smiled steadily: "I'm not the chief judge, he is. Look at him."

Zhuang Chang thought to himself, as your immediate superior, do you dare to refuse even if you ask for a new job?

But before he had finished speaking, he saw that Mr. Du in the hall, as if angry, lifted his robe and walked down directly.

"I'm very close to you. Look carefully!"

Zhuang Chang chokes and stares at Yang Shangshu: "do you still have this skill?"

Yang Shangshu is embarrassed: "after all, it's Wu Zhuangyuan. He went to the battlefield in his early years and killed people. He should, he will." In the tone, there was a void of heart that he could not even perceive.

"That's not the same thing." Zhuang Chang shakes his head: "when a murderer stabs someone, he stabs them to wear them. It's a delicate job to dissect the corpse. I still think a woman is good at it. That Liu Zhuo is good at it..."

"Shh, look up there."

Once again, the failed prosecutor choked and sighed. He had to look at the front of the hall. Then he saw that Mr. Du was still holding a knife and wondering how to split the body.

Yes, it's cutting or not. The tiger's strength of raising his hand scared everyone. I'm afraid that if he can't control it for a while, he will make Munch a hedgehog.

However, after a long time as an official, his restraint is better than that of his early years. After a trial with his left and right hands, Mr. Du finally raised his head high, lowered it gently, and put the point of his knife gently under Munch's jaw.A stab, a puff, a cut.

"Continue." The little boy stared at the incision, saw Du Minying stop, and urged: "in a single stroke, draw down directly, pay attention to the way, the point of the knife can feel the resistance to close a little, can not pierce organs, can not destroy evidence."

Du Minying, with her face taut, thought that she could teach with you. I was the main judge, but she still followed the little boy's guidance and opened Munch's chest.

Those who have learned martial arts are different. Although the posture is still wrong, the strength is well controlled. After cutting, the wound is flat and not too ugly.

The little boy took a long breath and looked up, but he couldn't help but despise: "I'm better than you when I'm three years old."

Du Minying tried her best to suppress the anger in her heart.

"Put on your gloves." The little boy said, and then the reaction came, yamen should not have gloves, then changed his mouth: "wash your hands."

"Wash your hands?"

The little boy didn't look up. "The autopsy is a very sacred thing. I hope you respect the dead and the victims."

Du Minying clenched his teeth and could not control it.

But at last, in the eyes of Meng's parents, Du Shilang was reluctant to let people carry a basin of water, wash hands on the spot, dry them, roll up his sleeves, and slowly probe into the red and gorgeous wound.

"Pay attention to the gesture, go in with one hand. Right, don't squeeze your fingers. Alas, don't break them. Why are you so stupid? Will you? Tut, this shackle... "

Du Minying's blue tendons jumped more and more. At last, he couldn't stand it. He raised his head and shouted, "shut up!"

The little boy met his red eyes, finally gave face, silence down.

Du Minying carefully took out the delicate heart and gently put it on the prepared porcelain plate. The pure white plate, coupled with the bright red heart, has a great visual impact.

Zhuang Chang and Yang Shangshu are already talking face to face. They look into each other's eyes and communicate politely. They don't even look half at the plate.

Du Minying stared at the red heart and knew for the first time that the original human heart looked like this. He took a dry cloth and was about to wipe his hands.

The broken child said again, "it's not finished. You've washed the blood on it."

Du Minying wipes his hands. His fingers close slowly, and his palms gradually form fists

"If I don't wash it thoroughly, my heart is red. How do I know if it's blood or meat?"