Chapter 207

Once he does, Holloway is indeed the best surgeon in New York.

He, who had just been so excited that he immediately raised the corpse and put it on the autopsy table. His hand holding the knife did not even tremble.

In the pale, shadowless light, he avoided the bullet hole in the body's chest, made a standard Y-shaped incision, and then reached into the chest to look for traces of organs or bones.

Maybe it's a piece of shrapnel, maybe it's a scratch on the bone. He doesn't know what he's looking for, but in this era, the tools for taking human life are relatively simple.

Su Ming is still smoking. He calmly looks at the silver blade, the flesh and fat turning.

In recent years, he only controlled his bloodthirsty desire through limited killing and music, and soon he would be able to kill. He felt that he had some expectations in his heart.

Dr. Holloway didn't notice the strange look on Su Ming's face. He looked intently between his hands.

The phantom bullet was shot five times in the chest. There was no burning mark near the wound, indicating that it was a long distance away from the gun.

The bullet hit area is relatively dense, and five guns are almost scattered within the size of a fist, indicating that the killer's shooting skills are exquisite.

One shot hit the heart, and then all four hit the aorta or pulmonary artery, and the phantom bomb fell.

The bullets were all shot from the chest and through the back, which relieved the doctor that at least the hero was not killed by someone he trusted.

But now it is impossible to explain the surprise expression on the phantom's face and why he could not fight back. There was no smoke reaction on the corpse's hand, and he did not fire a single shot.

But fortunately, the doctor is not alone now. He has been on the road for a short time and has never thought that masked people can actually cooperate with others.

The appearance of the death knell opened a new door for him, such as a small team. Masked people with similar ideals can unite and learn from each other.

Of course, the less cooperation he has with the government scavenger, the better...

now he has to gather his findings, tell the death knell some results and data, and then look at his ideas.

After finishing and stitching up the wound, he pulled the sprinkler to clean up the various parts of the body and collected the aqueous solution for chemical analysis.

It's also very fast.

Suming had planned to give him half an hour, but in fact it was only in his early ten minutes. Holloway put the body back in the locker.

"The result?"

Su Ming takes a pile of paper that he handed over. Is this a doctor's occupational disease? In fact, oral conclusion is OK. Why do you give me a paper report?

What do the figures and figures above mean? Who can understand them?

Holloway shrugged his shoulders. He followed the forensic procedure completely and realized that he was still wearing a mask.

"The professional killer's frontal shooting, the transformation of the gun instantly fired five shots, the bullet should be 9mm, very clean, can not see any clues from the body." He paused, looked again at the chest where the body was put, and sighed: "the body has traces of being moved. It's the dumping site, but I found clues in his hair and the soles of his shoes."

Su Ming picked his chin and motioned them to return to the roof of the building to evacuate: "say it, what did you find?"

"There was a rust on his cloak, which I examined and observed. It contained halogen and several dead seaweed cells." Holloway looked serious, and they walked quickly through the empty stairwell: "and the soles of his shoes. He stepped on a special compound, carbamide."

Su Ming put out his cigarette end and put on his mask again: "if I remember correctly, it's like fertilizer?"

Holloway nodded. Not many people knew about it, but the knell was right: "yes, cn2h4o, commonly known as urea."

"Interesting, fertilizer has many uses, but the most famous use of nitrogenous fertilizer is to make explosives. Maybe he found someone on the beach or on the ship who was going to do something big."

They return to the top of the building, and Su Ming throws the hook again, and they move between the top of the building.

"It doesn't have to be by the sea or on a ship. New York is a coastal city. These algae cells are widely distributed in various water bodies. I am not an expert in algae biology. I can't give a more detailed division. Moreover, if there is a rainstorm or strong wind, they will even drift to almost any place with the wind."

Dr. Holloway added that if he wanted to trace the clues, he thought it would be better to see if he could find the same batch of fertilizer, which was easier to locate than algae.

Su Ming shakes his head. He was trying to find some direct evidence from the corpse, such as murder techniques or weapons with personal characteristics.

But whether it is algae or chemical fertilizer, these two clues are looking for a needle in a haystack, which is not enough to investigate. At least, the current level of science and technology does not support their investigation.

"We don't follow these two clues. The other one you said first is the most useful one."

Su Ming actually saw the name of the reporter in the cartoon, but it is very different from the present one.The information in the past can only be used selectively. When we can find Holloway and the torchbearer, they have been confirmed by many parties that they are the person in the impression, and then make further contact.

Now only the information that we have investigated is credible.

Dr. Holloway pondered, "you mean his real identity?"

"Yes, although I don't know him, I used to take another reporter with me for some time. She likes to write down things and clues in her notebook, even if she has a camera and a recorder."

Su Ming and the doctor return to the car. The wine drives away. The view outside the window flies by. They start to change their uniforms. Next, they need to keep a low profile.

"What is that?"

Halloway looks confused. Is the camera the kind of big guy used to make movies? Can you bring that woman with you? And what is a recording pen? The recording and the pen don't match each other.

"Don't care about the details." Su Ming waved his hand, indicating that he should not think about it. Since shuanggun Xia did not say these things, he did not want to explain to the doctor: "in a word, this is the occupational disease of journalists. They must have a small book to record their whereabouts and tasks."

"I didn't find it in him just now." Holloway showed an uplifting expression. In the past, when reporters interviewed, they really had books.

"Now his name is in his home address, so you can check his address in the book now."

Su Ming changed back to his suit and coat, tidied up his hair, and regained the style of a rich man. He took up his drink and drank to the doctor.

Holloway also raised his glass. He really needed a little drink to calm down.

"It's almost impossible for a newspaper office. You know, the office struggle is very fierce. If you write down the news you follow in a book and put it in the office shared by dozens of people, the news will soon have nothing to do with you."

The doctor reminded us that there is a secret competition in any industry, not to mention news, a profession with strong timeliness.

News is money. If there is no news, you will be hungry. This struggle is much more intense.

Su Ming also nods and praises Holloway. He is much better than those in Zhenglian. At least he can think independently, isn't he?

"Yes, so now let's go back to my place and see if this poor reporter is my client."

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