What's in the depths II

Under the soft light of the desk lamp, a pair of peach-blossom eyes with the tails of the eyes slightly raised, carefully looked at the marks drawn by the tip of the pen in his hand.

"In the spring of this year, I entered the local Criminal Investigation Bureau and officially became a member of the forensic department. When I was still studying, the professor once told us that as a forensic doctor, you must have a 'ruthless' attitude, because This is a job that requires a high degree of rigor, and even an inconspicuous detail on the deceased may become the key to solving the case. Therefore, you must not bring any personal emotions into your work. At that moment, you are just a forensic doctor."

"No matter who is lying on the dissecting table, it has nothing to do with you. At this moment, he is just a corpse, a corpse waiting for you to bring justice to him and get rid of his injustice."

"And after a long training period, I picked up a scalpel as the chief surgeon for the first time."

"The first corpse I dissected was a forensic doctor. He was my teacher when I first entered the police station—Chu Rong."

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"Now, the autopsy begins. First, there is a moment of silence for the deceased—"

The unchanging opening words are corpses of different ages, identities, and occupations. The corpses lying on the dissection table may be strangers, colleagues or friends, or their parents.

"There is no obvious trauma on the body surface, and the body is highly stiff as a whole, but the rigors of some parts are relieved, the skin becomes soft, and the body surface plaques are piled up. There is a small amount of red liquid on the skin where the corpse plaques are cut, and the corpse plaques penetrate capillaries, which is infiltration. In the early stage, the cornea was cloudy and the pupils could not be seen through, and the death time was about 48 hours, and the craniotomy was performed next."

The bone chisel was handed over, and the slender fingers took the bone chisel and the bone saw.

"There was no obvious lesion in the brain, and the fatal injury was a bullet piercing the head about [-] mm between the eyebrows."

The bullet was taken out and placed on the evidence tray, making a crisp sound.

Through the thin goggles, the slender and slightly curly eyelashes were stuck on the goggles. An Yan raised his hand to support the goggles with the back of his hand, and the blood on the gloves dripped onto the collar along his fingertips.

The autopsy took place for four hours, the gates opened, and a team of medical examiners filed out.

"Thanks for your hard work, Forensic Doctor An." An old forensic doctor with gray temples patted An Yan's shoulder approvingly, with a kind smile on his face, "Sure enough, the apprentices brought out by Chu Rong are also extraordinary, they are indeed masters of tigers and wolves. "

An Yan nodded slightly: "Section Chief Liu is too much."

I don't know if this kid has no expression on his face or because the corpse he handled was his teacher when he first entered the police station. His behavior is really intriguing.

"By the way, the bureau just sent a notice that there will be a new police officer reporting at four o'clock this afternoon. Everyone will go to the welcome meeting at that time. You should also pack up and adjust your mood. Don't miss it."

An Yan still nodded without saying a word.

He took off the blood-stained gloves and threw them into the trash can, then went into the bathroom and picked up the piece of sulfur soap and rubbed his hands again and again for an unknown amount of time, until his fingers wrinkled from being soaked in water for too long.

Standing outside the door were two forensic assistants who were arranging the equipment. Their hands were busy and their mouths were not idle. They had been chattering endlessly since they entered the room.

An Yan is not the kind of person who likes to listen to corners, but even if he plugs his ears, the voices of "cold-blooded" and "inhumane" still penetrate into his ears unceremoniously.

There is a reason for the words, yes, most forensic doctors will have a sense of physical rejection when they dissect the corpse for the first time. , and An Yan's performance was too calm, so calm that no one would know that lying on the dissecting table was the teacher who had taken him for nearly half a year.

It's just that An Yan understood from a very young age that sometimes, crying is useless, and being sad is also useless. It can't let go of any pain, and the only thing that can solve the pain is the extremely difficult effort to seek justice for the dead. .

Ruthless, heartless, speechless and tearless, dealing with cold and lifeless corpses all day long, the forensic medicine profession may be the most suitable for me.

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An Yan is a person who is not willing to bother to remember other people's names and appearances. It is probably commonly known as "face blindness". It is often because the names and appearances do not match, so he often does not pretend to say hello to acquaintances on the road. , but he really couldn't remember if this person knew him, or if he felt familiar, but he just couldn't remember the name.

Just like at the welcome meeting of the police station, a group of police officers from the criminal police department introduced themselves one by one. He listened carefully, but in the end he only remembered one person's name.

"Hello everyone, I am a 18th grade graduate of the National Police Academy. My name is Yunqian. Yun is the cloud of Yunduo. Qian is Zhang Qian's mission to the Western Regions. My hobby is cooking. I know that many girls in the bureau like to give this kind of meeting. The boy who cooks is called another name-ren.wishou."

As soon as this remark came out, the audience roared with laughter.

Lao Li, who had just been promoted to director general this year, gave him a nonchalant look, as if he thought he was too talkative and had no clue what to say.

"But I'm a standard straight guy, two or three years old, the type I like..."

"Okay, that's fine." Lao Li interrupted him, "Time is limited, so let's talk about your engagement announcement after the meeting, so don't waste everyone's time."

The boy who called himself Yunqian raised his mouth and smiled, with a youthful and immature air just out of school, and was "invited" off the stage by Lao Li respectfully.

He is a boy who is not particularly outstanding in appearance, but his eyes are slightly agile, and he looks full of ghostly ideas.

But for the first time, An Yan remembered him.

One is that the name is quite special, and it is difficult to forget it when you get together in a group of "Zhang Jianguo" and "Wang Fuqiang";

Life is too boring, so when this clever and lively villain appears, everyone's heart is jumping for joy.

An Yan is no exception——

The author has something to say:

New article, I hope you will support me a lot.

In addition, the list of winners at the end of the first part is announced here again. I posted a comment and I don’t know why I couldn’t see it, so I posted it again in the old article, and put it aside here. Oh, I will delete it for you as soon as I see it, okay?

It is drawn circularly with an excel sheet:

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