My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 232 The Original Sin of Beauty 1

After asking so many questions, Shang Yanzhou probably knew it in his heart.

After asking the scribe to organize the transcripts and put them on his desk, Shang Yanzhou put on his dust-free clothes again and walked into the autopsy room.

A small saw was brought from the field service, and with the assistance of two coroners, the left leg was slowly sawed open.

After sawing it open, Shang Yanzhou put on the isolation goggles, bent down to look at the wound carefully, and there were many neatly arranged small holes where it was hard to see with the naked eye. Taking the tweezers, Shang Yanzhou picked out the wound from inside. A thin thread that has hardened.

When the autopsy officer saw it, he blurted out:

"This is medical thread for suturing wounds!"

"Um,"

Shang Yanzhou responded with a deep voice, the identity of the deceased can now be confirmed.

He carefully observed for a long time, the albino bones under the wound, and found that the stitching was very uneven. It can be seen that the bones should have been broken and have not fully grown.

"The deceased, Liu Hai, was 36 years old and was from Shenzhen. You can notify the family members to come and identify the body tomorrow."

Shang Yanzhou bent over and said something relaxed.

At least, the first step is to solve it. As long as the identity of the deceased is found out, the other ones only need to be traced one by one, and I believe the truth will be revealed soon.

After changing out of the dust-free clothes, Shang Yanzhou raised his hand to look at his wrist, then simply tidied up and prepared to go back.

When he went back, he thought Wen Changlang would be at home, but unexpectedly, only the head chef was preparing dinner, and Wen Changlang had gone somewhere long ago.

Shang Yanzhou frowned and asked the chef, "When did he go out?"

The head chef replied:

"It's like this in the afternoon. He went out when his temperature subsided. I can't stop him."

Shang Yanzhou: "Did you say where to go?"

The head chef shook his head: "He didn't say."

Putting down his police cap, Shang Yanzhou sat on the sofa, meditating in silence. This posture clearly meant to wait until Wen Changlang came back.

After nightfall, Wen Changlang dragged his tired body back home. As soon as he entered, he was startled by a sudden voice behind him and jumped up.

"Where have you been?"

After Wen Changlang settled down, he glared at him with a bad tone:

"You speak as soon as you speak, why are you so scary behind your back?"

Shang Yanzhou's lips curled into a cold smile, and he said:

"Those who have done something wrong will be frightened."

Wen Changlang slapped his tired face indiscriminately, lay down on the sofa casually, and then replied:

"What can I do wrong, just go out and have something to do."

"You know you're sick, but it's so cold outside, and you still go out? You go out and don't come back until evening? Why don't you die of illness?"

Wen Changlang grinned, and nestled into Shang Yanzhou's arms heartlessly, completely ignoring the obvious anger on Shang Yanzhou's face, and said softly:

"You don't feel sorry for me when I die of illness, alas, I'm exhausted, please let me lie down first."

Seeing that he was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes, Shang Yanzhou finally swallowed the words he wanted to ask in anger. To be serious with Wen Changlang, he was just asking for trouble.

After he had rested enough with his eyes closed, Wen Changlang said slowly:

"I was near the corpse and found the thing that hijacked you and Xiaobai in the cemetery. You should know that I used the spirit net to collect it, but it was under my nose, quietly. escaped silently."

"If it wasn't for this accidental discovery, I wouldn't know until now that it escaped."