Chapter 1579 You Can Do It, Come On!

The deputy director of the Criminal Department was a middle-aged man with a simple appearance. He squatted in front of the corpse, pointed at the red handprint on the chest of the deceased, and said with certainty: "Internal injuries are also called internal injuries, mostly caused by falling, bumping, squeezing, pressing, and kicking." Meng Qi's body contains a large number of external injuries caused by injuries such as qi, blood, internal organs, and meridians caused by fighting, beating, etc. These injuries may be mild or severe. The most serious of them is the palm on the heart. The palm force is so strong that adults can see , the edges of the wound had turned black and turned blue, which showed that Meng Qi's heart and lungs were in a state of severe internal damage when he died. In other words, he was hit hard by this palm, which caused his heart to shatter, his breathing to be suppressed, and his life to be reduced. At the same time, Meng Qi's hands and feet were slightly dislocated, and the wounds on his back were fine and messy.

According to the last name, Meng Qi was indeed beaten and bumped a lot before his death..."

Wu Zuo spoke clearly. Du Minying raised her chin slightly, stared at the sharp-tongued little boy with cold eyes, raised her eyebrows and asked, "What else do you have to say?"

The little boy frowned and looked at him: "Open your chest."

Du Minying narrowed her eyes.

"Isn't his heart broken?" The little boy turned to look at the man who was talking nonsense: "You can see that his heart is broken without opening his chest. Can you see things from a distance?"

The boy's professional ability was questioned, and he was a little unhappy: "Kid, you accidentally injured someone and killed him. There are all the witnesses and material evidence, what else can you say?" The little boy sneered and retorted: "The presiding judge hasn't made the decision yet. Do you conclude that I am guilty? Do you conclude that my request for physical evidence to be presented in court is a sophistry? Then what is the point of having this trial? Just take a confession and force me to sign it.

It's not like I've never seen it before. "

"Bang!" Du Shilang's gavel sounded again, interrupting the eloquent child's eloquent speech.

The little boy did stop talking, but after two breaths of silence, he continued: "If you don't open your chest, I won't accept it."

Du Shilang's forehead twitched. He glanced coldly at Wu Zuo and ordered: "Open."

Yang Shangshu, who was at the bottom, coughed and said at the right time: "If you want to open the body, should you go to the back hall..."

"Open it in front of you, go to the back hall, who knows if there is any behind-the-scenes operation." The little boy rudely interrupted the second-rank official without raising his head.

Yang Shangshu is really in a dilemma. There are a lot of people here today. Isn't it a bit of a shock to cut open a dead man in front of so many people?

Du Minying didn't seem to see Yang Shangshu wink at him. She turned slightly sideways and repeated to the man: "Open."

Wu Zuo was also holding back his anger. Hearing this, he raised his hand and asked the guard to bring him a knife. He untied the corpse's clothes and stabbed it into the chest.

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, the little boy stopped him again: "Wait a minute."

"So what?" Wu Zuo glared at him impatiently.

The little boy frowned and said, "Your gesture is wrong. If you cut it like this, it will pierce the heart if you cut it hard. If you cut it lightly, you will cut it several times and destroy the texture. Will you cut it?"

Wu Zuo had such a bad temper, if it weren't for the lobby of the Ministry of Justice, he would have slapped the sole of his shoe on this naughty boy's face.

"I can't do it, but you can do it, come on!"

"good."

He was just venting his words, but the child actually agreed. He was stunned and looked innocently at the presiding judge in the hall.

How could Du Minying let the suspect touch the body? He glanced at Zuo Zuo, and his voice was already a little uncontrollable and irritable: "Cut!"

Wu Zuo was about to take action again, and the little boy said again: "I will not accept the unprofessional autopsy results." There was chatter in the hall, Zhuang Chang took a sip of tea, turned to Yang Shangshu and said: "He has such a temper, and with Same as his mother, but if someone really cuts off the internal organs, wouldn't there be a better chance for the suspect to make excuses? Or not?

Find someone with better skills? "

Yang Shangshu smiled solemnly: "I'm not the chief judge, he is. Just look at him."

Zhuang Chang thought to himself, if you, your immediate superior, offer to change your job, how dare you, a mere assistant minister, refuse?

But before he finished speaking, he saw Du Shilang in the hall, lifting his robe and walking down directly as if he was angry.

"I will cut it myself, please look carefully!"

Zhuang Chang choked and stared at Yang Shangshu: "Does Shilang Du still have this ability?"

Yang Shangshu was embarrassed: "After all, he was born as a martial artist. He went to the battlefield in his early years and killed people. He should be able to do it." There was a guilty conscience in his tone that even he himself could not detect.

"Then these are two different things." Zhuang Chang shook his head: "A murderer is stabbed and stabbed, and dissecting a corpse is a delicate job. I still think women are good at it, and that Liu Wuzuo..."

"Shh, look up there."

Prosecutor Zhuang, who failed to be recommended again, choked and sighed softly, and could only continue to look towards the front of the hall. Then, he saw that Minister Du was really holding a knife, thinking about how to split the corpse.

Yes, it was chopping rather than cutting. The tiger-like energy of raising his hand frightened everyone. They were afraid that if he couldn't control it for a moment, Meng Qi would prick him like a hedgehog.

But after all, he had been an official for a long time, and his ability to control was better than in the early years. Du Shilang tried it with his left and right hands, and finally raised it high, put it down gently, and placed the tip of the knife gently under Meng Qi's chin.

It stabbed once, and a cut opened.

"Continue." The little boy stared at the incision, saw Du Minying stopped, and urged: "It's done in one go, just cut it, pay attention. When the tip of the knife feels resistance, tighten it a little. It can't puncture the organs or destroy the evidence."

Du Minying had a sullen face, thinking that I still need you to teach me, I am the chief judge, but in the end, she still followed the little boy's guidance and slowly and smoothly opened Meng Qi's chest.

Those who have practiced martial arts are different. Although the posture is still wrong, the strength is well controlled. After cutting it out, the wound is smooth and not too ugly.

The little boy took a long breath, and when he raised his eyes, he couldn't help but sneer: "I can cut better than you since I was three years old."

Du Minying used all her strength to barely suppress the anger in her heart.

"Put on gloves." The little boy said again, and then realized that the yamen probably didn't have gloves, so he changed his words: "Wash your hands."

"handwashing?"

The little boy didn't even raise his head: "An autopsy is a very sacred matter. I hope you respect the deceased and the victim."

Du Minying gritted her teeth, she really couldn't control herself anymore.

But in the end, the aggrieved Shilang Du, under the scorching eyes of the Meng family, reluctantly asked someone to bring a basin of water up, washed his hands and dried them on the spot, then rolled up his sleeves and wiped out the small red wound. , slowly probe in.

"Pay attention to your gestures. Go in with one hand. Yes, don't squeeze your fingers. Hey, don't crush it. Why are your hands so stupid? Are you okay? Tsk, these shackles..."

The veins on Du Minying's forehead jumped more and more. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, raised his head and shouted: "Shut up!"

The little boy met his red eyes, finally gave him face and fell silent.

Du Minying carefully took out the delicate heart and placed it gently on the porcelain plate that had been prepared nearby. The pure white plate and the bright red heart had a great visual impact.

Zhuang Chang and Yang Shangshu were already talking face to face. They looked into each other's eyes and communicated very politely. They refused to glance at the plate from the corner of their eyes.

Du Minying stared at the red heart and realized for the first time that the human heart looked like this. He took a dry cloth and was about to wipe his hands.

The broken kid spoke again: "It's not over yet, you wash off the blood on it."

Du Minying paused in wiping her hands, then slowly closed her fingers together, and her palms gradually condensed into fists... "How can you tell if you don't wash it clean? The heart is already red, how do I know if it's blood or flesh?"