Chapter 1052 Autopsy

"Isn't it me?"

"Then I'm the medical examiner's assistant."

"Okay." Maupassant no longer thought about it, carefully unbuttoned Ade's belt, and then took off his pants.

There was nothing strange about Ade's legs.

Looking at the two straight legs, Maupassant stood there, frowning.

"A person who falls into the water will make struggling movements before dying. Ade is sitting in the driver's seat, wearing a seat belt. When struggling, he will definitely hit the front of the car, the seat, the body and other obstacles. But from his legs Look, there are no bruises at all, there was no struggle before he died, he died peacefully."

Song Wuyou listened and looked at Ade's legs carefully. From the soles of the feet to the thighs... there was really no trace of bruises.

Maupassant came to Ade's head and opened Ade's eyelids. "The pupils did not dilate or shrink. He didn't even know how he died."

When Song Wuyou heard this, he felt sorry for Ade and his heart was tugged hard.

Maupassant lifted Ade's body up, made him "sit", and took off his clothes.

He checked from the back of his neck, and his hard work paid off. Maupassant found a purple-black spot on the back of Ade's neck.

This point is very, very thin. If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to find it at all.

It’s even harder to spot than the red spots from mosquito bites.

"Come here." Maupassant waved to Song Wuyou.

Song Wuyou came over.

Maupassant pointed to the purple-black dot, "Did you see it? This was the fatal wound that killed Ade."

Song Wuyou brought his face closer, and Liu Zhiming also came forward curiously.

"Needle mouth?" Song Wuyou was surprised after seeing it clearly.

"Yeah." Maupassant responded.

"It's not a poisonous needle. People who die from poisoning will not have this kind of skin."

"Well, it's not a poison needle, it's an anesthesia needle. The other party anesthetized Ade, and then let him fall into the water, so that he could not breathe in the water and died. If I am not wrong, this is a very strong anesthesia. It is a An ice needle as thin as a needle is injected into the human body through the muzzle of the gun, and then quickly dissolves in the human body, giving the unfortunate person general anesthesia and fainting," Maupassant said.

"..." Song Wuyou heard this and thought to himself, is this an anesthetic invented by Mu Gu? He has special research abilities on drugs. It is not impossible that he can develop this kind of anesthesia.

"Such a needle hole is not easy to be discovered. After twenty hours, the wound will heal automatically and cannot be found even with a magnifying glass. But you froze his body in time to keep his condition as it was when it was salvaged. ." Maupassant glanced at Song Wuyou and said.

Song Wuyou's heart trembled, "So... the incident at Nanjiang Bridge was really man-made?"

"It must be Mu Gu!" Liu Zhiming said angrily.

"Ad's death proves that he was not drowned, but it does not prove that it was homicide. The shot the other party injected into Ad was indeed not poison. Ad was not poisoned and died." Maupassant sighed and continued: "Moreover, it cannot be proven that it was Mu Gu or his people who injected Ade with anesthetic ice injection."

Maupassant helped Ade down and let him "lie" down.

As he was about to help him put on his clothes, Liu Zhiming's expression suddenly changed: "Wait a minute!"

Maupassant and Song Wuyou both looked at him curiously.

I saw him stepping forward and grabbing Ade's arm.

The arm was raised, and the ice-blocked cuff was pulled down, revealing a clenched fist.

There is something in the palm of my hand!