Me dressed as a gin brother

There must be coffee in the Metropolitan Police Department vending machine at this point!

"Ok."

Kurosawa Hideaki immediately agreed, hung up the phone and said to Madeira: "Detour to the Metropolitan Police Department, there is a case."

"It's one o'clock in the morning."

"Yeah, I know." Kurosawa Hideaki pretended not to understand Madeira's meaning, "So when you send me to the Metropolitan Police Department, take Li Baoen back and go to bed early."

At this time, even if Madeira's camera is turned on, it won't matter.

My brother has already gone to bed, and no one can care about him.

Hideaki Kurosawa happily supported the cushion and shook his upper body. When Madeira is not around later, he must buy a can of coffee from the vending machine in the police station.

Wait for the vending machine!He will be here soon!

The pure black Porsche stopped at the entrance of the police station, and Kurosawa Hideaki got out.

"Officer Kurosawa!" Officer Takagi trotted over from the guard booth, "Thank you for your hard work."

Kurosawa Hideaki glanced at him. Police Officer Takagi waited for 15 minutes, including 5 minutes on the first floor of the Metropolitan Police Department, and bought two cans of coffee from the vending machine on the south side.

He drank one can while waiting and had another in his pocket.

"Did you buy two cans of coffee?" Kurosawa Hideaki hinted vaguely.

"Ah, yes. This can of sugar-free latte is for you." Gao Mushe took out the can of coffee from his pocket, "I'm sorry to call you here in the early morning."

"Thank you." Kurosawa Hideaki took the coffee, "There's no need for honorifics, just your name."

"Oh, Kurosawa."

"Yeah." Kurosawa Hideaki opened the can with a click, and took a big gulp, "Wow! It's delicious."

"It's just the coffee in the vending machine." Takagi scratched the back of his head embarrassingly, "The forensics department is here."

He pulled Kurosawa Hideaki who almost went wrong, and the two came to the almost empty forensics department.

The forensic examination room is in the innermost part of the forensics department. This department is not popular. There are only 150 forensic doctors in Japan, and half of them do not work very much.

Takagi turned on the fresh air system in the room.

"The forensic doctor in our Metropolitan Police Department has not had an autopsy for a long time, and the recent autopsy rate is only 0.1%."

"Most of the corpses that are allowed to go through the autopsy process are not claimed by their families, so even if the case is solved through forensic medicine, there will be no reward." Takagi She sighed, "There is no one for such a position with high investment and low return and no room for promotion. willing to do."

"Well, isn't it normal for this to happen when the safety index is only 31?"

"Don't talk about that, so why do you think this case is suspicious?"

Kurosawa Hideaki took out a brand-new white coat from the closet, shook it off and put it on, and then took out a pair of gloves with ease.

"Instinct..."

Kurosawa Hideaki paused when putting on the gloves, and looked at Takagi Tsutomu suspiciously, "Intuition?"

"Haha, I can't tell you exactly." Takagi said with a sneer, "Normally unclaimed corpses are identified only through fingerprints or physical characteristics. I don't know why, but I always feel that the process of confirming fingerprints is a bit inconsistent. "

"Really? It's good to have the idea of ​​proving doubts." Kurosawa Hideaki lifted the white cloth.

The scorched black corpse lay flat on the mortuary table, the scorched brown skin and flesh split open, revealing a bit of scarlet flesh and yellowed fat layer.

It is almost impossible to identify this kind of corpse by its appearance.

but……

"Burning it so that you can still extract fingerprints?"

Kurosawa Hideaki lifted the white cloth aside, and with a little force on his fingertips, he fiddled with the dead man's eyelids. His upper and lower eyelids were glued together, emitting a foul smell.

Takagi gasped, not daring to look directly at the corpse, and stammered a reply, "Because, because the fingerprints of the deceased's right hand were relatively well preserved, the forensics department got the samples... vomit."

He retched, rushed to the trash can and vomited all the coffee he had just drank, and said in a breathless voice, "I know why no one wants to be a forensic doctor anymore, and I wouldn't be happy if it were me."

Kurosawa Hideaki: ...

"Didn't you come and see for yourself?"

"No, I've only seen the photos." Gao Mushe took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the corners of his mouth, then took another glass of water to rinse his mouth.

"The arsonist search department is in charge of the fire, and we are the violent crime search department [-], so I have never seen this kind of corpse..."

As he spoke, he gradually calmed down, and his broken eyes refocused, "The fingerprint samples were taken by the forensics department and sent to us, so this is the first time I have seen this kind of..."

"It's okay, everyone has a first time, it's normal." Kurosawa Hideaki raised his wrist and pushed the medical mask on his face, "If you can't stand it, you can go out and wait."

"No, I want to stay here." Takagi stood up firmly, put on a white coat and gloves unfamiliarly, and walked to Kurosawa Hideaki, "This opportunity to observe is very rare, and I don't want to miss it."

Kurosawa Hideaki fixed a glance at him.

It's really rare that there are such motivated people in the Metropolitan Police Department under the current system.

"Put on the mask and give you 30 seconds to prepare. I will only say the next thing."

He paused, then whispered: "Let me tell you in advance, I'm only teaching you for the sake of that can of coffee."

Takagi: "Yes!"

Thirty seconds later, Takagi was ready.

Kurosawa Hideaki took out a dry cotton swab from the preparation table, "Tell me about your judgment and presumed time of death."

"The body was discovered by the police officers who came to Yeshan Road." Takagi replied.

"According to the police officer's description, he suddenly saw the car explode in front of his eyes when he was passing by."

“警员经过的时间为7月17日晚上20点15分，死亡推定时间为7月17日晚19：45-20：15。”

"Obviously, the time of death was not July 7." Kurosawa Hideaki swirled the inside of the nasal cavity of the corpse with the clean cotton swab, took it out for a closer look, and then threw it into the trash can next to him, "The deceased's The nasal cavity is very clean, which means that he was not burned to death."

"Look here." Kurosawa Hideaki touched the depression at the temple of the deceased, "Although this wound is not easy to identify because it was burned, judging from the degree of depression and the size of another wound left after the bullet passed through the brain, this People are committing suicide."

Takagi endured the discomfort and leaned over to take a look, but didn't see anything.

Kurosawa Hideaki moved away from the front of the corpse, "This kind of subtle difference cannot be distinguished by the eyes, so I suggest you touch it with your hands."

Takagi's Adam's apple rolled, he held his breath, and reached out to touch the spot that Kurosawa Hideaki touched just now, "Ah! It's true that one side is small and the other is big!"

"Due to the close distance of the gun muzzle, the bullet is the most powerful when committing suicide. The wounds produced in this case are slightly different from homicide." Kurosawa Hideaki explained.

"But in this way, isn't this a suicide?" Gao Mushe frowned angrily, "Then our search direction is completely wrong."

"You can't say that." Kurosawa Hideaki smiled, "Because your presumed death time is wrong."

"The correct time of death for this person is July 7, not July 16 at eight o'clock in the evening."

"What?" Takagi forgot the horrible face of the corpse, "Why? How do you know?"

"Because the corpse is not curled up." Kurosawa Hideaki motioned him to look at the dead lying flat on the mortuary table.

"But he was burned after death. In this case, the burned person will not curl up."

"No." Kurosawa Hideaki retorted while squatting down to check the dead man's right hand.

"When a person has just died, there is still a certain amount of oxygen in the lungs, and the water content in the cells of the whole body is still sufficient. Therefore, if the corpse is burned at this time, it will curl up."

Takagi blinked three times quickly, his face was full of I don't understand.

"For example, if you go to the market to sell fish, the stall owner will help you handle the fish and remove the internal organs. When you go back to cook, the fish will still bounce a few times in the pot."

"Oh... I see!" Takagi suddenly realized, he clenched his fist and tapped his palm, "In other words, this person has been dead for a long time, and he didn't die before the car exploded. He didn't even drive that car on Laiye Mountain Road of!"

"Yes."

Finally caught up, Kurosawa Hideaki sincerely missed Morofu Jingguang and Fugu Rei, at least he didn't need to explain so much to solve the case with them.

"As for the disobedience you feel, I guess it's because of this hand."

Kurosawa Hideaki twisted the dead man's almost intact right hand, "According to the charred condition of the skin, this hand should have been in the pocket when the body was first discovered."

"Yes! That's right! Absolutely right!" Takagi's eyes sparkled, and he was even more excited than his reasoning was correct. "It's as if you were watching on the spot."

"Cough." Kurosawa Hideaki coughed uncomfortably, "Then since he committed suicide, why did he put his right hand in his pocket before shooting himself?"

Takagi answered immediately, "Why?"

Hey... change the scenery or zero, at this time, I should answer directly.

Kurosawa Hideaki sighed, "Because this pose was made for him by someone else."

"Then why did the posing guy just ask him to put his right hand in his pocket?"

Takagi: "Why?"

"Because he wants to keep, keep, fingerprint, and print!" Kurosawa Hideaki said every word.

If it weren't for the coffee, he would never have said a word!

"As for why fingerprints are kept, it is to better allow others to confirm his identity."

Kurosawa Hideaki let out a breath slowly, "Has someone come to confirm his identity with you?"

"Yes." Takagi showed a reminiscing expression, "The person who came to confirm was Ms. Judy, an English teacher from Didan High School. She brought a mobile phone and said that this man helped her pick up the mobile phone. The fingerprints should be left on the phone. above."

Judy?Is that the FBI you saw on the bus?

Could this deceased be the FBI who died accidentally?

No, not necessarily.

Although fingerprints are reserved for better identification, there are two possibilities.

[-]. The murderer deliberately let the FBI recognize the deceased as their colleague, in order to warn and provoke the FBI.

[-]. Fingerprints are a cover, a tool to deceive the FBI, but in fact the deceased is not the FBI.

Now, in order to know the identity of the deceased, it is necessary to know where the deceased last arrived.

In order to determine the place, the time of death should be determined first.

"I want to check the contents of the stomach."

Kurosawa Hideaki took out a brand new set of scalpels from the cabinet under the preparation table, "Come here if you want to see it, and stand away if you don't."

Just as Takagi wanted to move, Kurosawa Hideaki said, "If you want to see it, remember to take the trash can over there, and don't spit on the ground."

Takagi paused, turned obediently, picked up the trash can, and stood not far from the dissecting table with his hands folded in front of his chest.

After he stood up, Kurosawa Hideaki stepped on the button of the foot recorder.

“7月19日凌晨1点32分，编号B0315尸体检测胃内容物。检测员黑泽秀明。”

After he finished speaking, he hooked the pedal with his toe, and the button retracted with a click.

Takagi didn't dare to show his air.

Incandescent lamps and shadowless lamps made the dissection room pale.

Before today, he had never considered dissecting a dead body a sacred thing.

"Given that you may be a criminal, I pay you no respect."

Kurosawa Hideaki quickly narrated in an unremarkable tone under Takagi's adoring gaze, "But I would like to express my heartfelt thanks for your contribution to the judicial cause."

After speaking, he immediately tilted the scalpel, and quickly and accurately cut open the chest of the deceased.

After about eight cuts, Kurosawa Hideaki opened his stomach smoothly.

"Looking at the degree of digestion of the contents of the stomach, the deceased had dinner an hour before death."

"No one eats like this before committing suicide. A normal suicidal person will either eat a big meal and say goodbye to the world, or be so desperate that he won't eat anything, sit for an hour and then shoot himself."

"Obviously, you were forced to kill yourself."

Now, let's see what the dead man had for his last meal.

Radish, Flammulina velutipes, and incompletely digested minced meat.

Kurosawa Hideaki put these things into small glass bottles.

"Don't you think the configuration of this dish looks familiar to you?" He looked at Takagi.

The police officer closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, and exhausted all his strength just trying not to spit it out.

Kurosawa Hideaki: ...

"Okay, let's find out which hospital on the 16th has this kind of food."

"Okay." Takagi replied angrily.

"Come on, just look at the contents of the stomach, I did a thoracotomy for the FBI when I was in school, with those rib forceps."

Takagi was not comforted, "Don't...don't say it..."

"Oh...Okay." Kurosawa Hideaki shrugged, helped the deceased sew up the open body, stepped on the recording switch, recorded the contents of the stomach just discovered, and added the last half of the sentence.

"...Correct the presumed time of death. The death time of the deceased is from 7:16 to 7:8 p.m. on July [-], and the scene of the explosion is not the first scene."

"The dissection is complete."

Kurosawa Hideaki released the recording button, took off his gloves, put the white cloth back on the deceased, wrote a label on the small bottle and put it in the cabinet.

"Let's go, let's find out which hospital on the 16th has this kind of food."

Takagi took off his gloves, "Isn't it good to investigate in private?"

Kurosawa Hideaki went to the front of the disinfectant hand sanitizer and pressed three pumps, and washed his hands carefully before saying: "Before you came to me, did you think that this is a private investigation? Admit it, you are just curious."

He raised his lips, "Curiosity is an indispensable habit of a good police officer. Take off your white coat and let us find out his identity."

"I don't want to be so curious that I can't sleep well in the future."

Takagi's blood boiled for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he was already sitting in a taxi.

"Have you recovered?" Kurosawa Hideaki took a sip of coffee, "I just got the result in the fast food restaurant of the outsourced hospital."

Takagi: "Huh?"

I was in a daze, and you came to a conclusion?

"Now we're on our way to Kubato Central Hospital. By the way, I bought oden, which tastes like cheese fish balls. Would you like some?" Kurosawa Hideaki shook the plastic bag hanging on his wrist, "It's delicious."

"Oh...thank you." Takagi took the fish ball, "What about after confirming your identity?"

"Write it on the body bag." Kurosawa Hideaki shrugged, stuffing a fish ball into his cheek, "It's best to find out his real name."

Because if the real name cannot be found in the hospital, it can only show that the deceased is really the FBI who died in the line of duty.

Anyway, try it out first.

Kurosawa Hideaki dug out the address book, found the name at the end of the list and dialed it.

beep --

"Hello? Akai—"

"The call you made has not been answered at the moment and has been transferred to voicemail for you."

beep--

"Hello?" Judy's voice came from the receiver.

Kurosawa Hideaki glanced suspiciously at the display screen, it was correct...

Should Akai be with Judy...

"Hey, I'm Kurosawa Hideaki, let me find Akai, is he by your side?"

There is no echo from the handset.

After a long time, Judy choked up and said, "What do you want from him? He died in the line of duty."

Kurosawa Hideaki raised his eyebrows in surprise, "How come?"

"He died on the side of Laiye Mountain Road."

Come to Yeshan Road?The only body found near Laiye Mountain Road recently was the one he had just dissected.

Kurosawa Hideaki quickly adjusted his regretful and sad tone, "I'm sorry, it seems that I can't do what I made an appointment with him before."

"Why is his cell phone with you?"

"I just reported the loss of his number and recorded a new one." Judy said softly, "Although the number is the same, it is no longer his phone number."

"I'm sorry." Kurosawa Hideaki was not very good at comforting others, he was silent for a while, and hung up the phone.

No, wait!

He suddenly turned his head to look at Takagi who was sitting next to him eating fish balls, "You said before that Judy took the phone to confirm the body?"

"Yes."

"What's her expression after confirming?" After Kurosawa Hideaki asked, he realized that even if there was something wrong, Takagi might not be able to see it.

"never mind."

"I probably know."

Judy should have thought that corpse was Shuichi Akai.

Ha, the corpse is Shuichi Akai?

Do not make jokes.

Kurosawa Hideaki got off at the gate of Kuwado Central Hospital.

Someone like Akai would never die this way.

Today he must find out the real identity of that corpse!