Under the yellow and slightly faint light of the tungsten filament lamp, a male corpse with his chest opened was scattered aside on the mottled anatomy table.

With the yellowed skeleton beside the wall, the model of human muscles and internal organs, the complete semi-section diagram of various human organs, and the bottles and jars on the opposite side, this scene really gave Lin Mo a lot of impact, and his stomach couldn't help but surging. Liu Zhenshan also had a stern face, obviously not very adapted to this scene, only Zheng Junshan was having fun.

"Brush and brush..." As the curtains were pulled, the light shone into the room. The originally depressing and strange atmosphere was swept away. Lin Mo and the others finally felt much more comfortable.

"Sorry, two of you, my place has limited conditions. Once I pull the curtains, it looks a little weird. But it won't work if I don't pull the curtains. I'm afraid that people will not be there. If anyone walks past the window, I'm scared."

After all, Lin Mo was a staff member of the Intelligence Department, so he quickly changed his mind and said, "Forensic Doctor Song, this skeleton looks like a real human bone, right?"

"It's true..."

Song Ming nodded and introduced: "This is my tutor when I was studying abroad. I gave it to me when I graduated. In order to bring it back, it was useless to me a lot of my efforts back then."

"Then this model, schematic diagram, and these in the bottle..."

"The model, the schematic diagram was made by myself. I still have to teach the new forensic doctors, these are prepared for them.

As for the bottle, except for some animal organ specimens that are real, the others are also fake, which is used to make the new forensic doctor adapt."

When asked about this, Lin Mo was not interrupting because Song Ming had already put on his clothes and could continue to examine the body.

"How is it? Did you get scared just now?" Zheng Junshan came up humbly as Lin Mo looked around.

"You don't remind me? I'm a murderer at least, but the strange feeling just now made my heart pound."

"I think it's not as simple as the heartbeat is faster, right?"

"See through and don't say it out..." Lin Mo gave Zheng Junshan a blank look.

"What's wrong with me? I was even more frightened. I was anxious at the time! I didn't bother knocking on the door or something, so I came over and pushed it open.

The scene in the room was the same as before, but Lao Song was drinking coffee while facing the corpse of the autopsy desk. I pushed open the door and took a sip as if he was fine.

You don’t know. At that time, Lao Song was facing me, and I could see the liquid in the cup. The light was dim and I couldn’t see clearly, and a drop came out of the corner of my mouth.

Was... I was shocked at that time. I took two steps and fell to the ground with my butt. It still hurts now..."

Lin Mo didn't say anything, and continued to look at the anatomy room, and from time to time he got closer to take a closer look.

Seeing that Lin Mo was unmoved, Zheng Junshan muttered: Could it be that what I said was so boring?

"Old Lin...what are you looking at?" Zheng Junshan followed Lin Mo suspiciously, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Looking at what the anatomy room needs, we can't come here to dissect it all the time. When the office is found, we will definitely have to build our own anatomy room.

In the future, we may have to deal with that place. I plan to see what is needed first and have to prepare it for him! Otherwise, we will be the ones who are tortured."

"Hey... why didn't I expect this? You are still sophisticated!" As he said that, Zheng Junshan also imitated Lin Mo to look at him.

"You said..." The two of them said one by one, and while chatting, they looked at the dissection room.

After roughly figuring out what tools and equipment needed in the anatomy room, the two of them also came to the dissection table to watch the anatomy. Lin Mo was still a little uncomfortable for the first time, but he still tried to resist and see the end.

"Okay, the injuries he suffered some time ago have met all the problems. There are some old knife wounds on the body, and the gunshot wounds can be traced back to more than ten or twenty years ago. It is not that I am very likely to be."

After Song Ming finished speaking, he pointed out his old wounds to explain to several people, and asked Lin Mo to use a camera to help him record it. It took nearly three hours from the dissection to the explanation.

"Old Song, didn't you ask you to remove his head? Why is it still connected..." Liu Zhenshan questioned Song Ming with some dissatisfaction, and he had said this as soon as he came.

When Song Ming heard this, he looked at Lin Mo and the other two, but Lin Mo did not object. They were not kind people, not to mention that this man has harmed countless patriotic patriots. What's wrong with you? It would be kind to not dismember you.

Seeing this situation, Song Ming stopped hesitating and served the scalpel directly. In fact, he was not unwilling to do so, but just asked about the attitudes of the two of them on a routine basis.

"There is a new discovery. Something is stuck on the cervical vertebrae..." Song Ming said, pointing with a scalpel and asking Lin Mo to take a photo.

After Lin Mo finished filming, Song Ming cut the flesh apart bit by bit, finally took out a black thing from it and put it on a small tray beside it.

Song Ming scraped and measured it again and took more than ten minutes to stop and said, "It's a warhead, it should be a mullet gun. It's certain that it's at least ten years in the body. Based on my experience, it's roughly estimated that it's about twenty years."

"How come the bullet is in this position? Why didn't you find this thing just now?" Lin Mo raised his own question.

After hearing this, Song Ming thought for a while, and explained: "The gunshot wound under the ear of the corpse, didn't I say that I would get the stray bullet injured before?

When this bullet hits a person, it shouldn't have much kinetic energy. It just passes through the soft tissue and does not form a cavity. Moreover, due to the angle problem, it did not hurt important parts of the arteries, so it should eventually stop somewhere under the skull.

Because this area is quite complicated, I thought the bullet should have been left inside. After a detailed dissection, I couldn't find it. I thought he had found a doctor with excellent medical skills and took out the warhead. I didn't expect to run here."

After Song Ming finished speaking, Zheng Junshan was confused and asked in confusion: "Shouldn't the warhead be under the skull? Why did it run to the neck? Can the warhead still walk?"

After hearing this, Song Ming slowly explained: "There are two possibilities at present! The first is that after the bullet was shot in, the trajectory was very different from what I was considering, and finally arrived at the current position.

Theoretically, this possibility exists, because after the bullet enters the human body, the trajectory does not remain unchanged, let alone the stray bullet whose bullet stability has been damaged.

However, from the doctor's perspective, the current location of the bullet is actually easy to remove, so this possibility is not great, but it is also possible that the person's medical conditions were limited at that time, resulting in the doctor not finding the warhead.

Another possibility is that the bullet was originally near the skull, and the bullet moved in the human body over time. After 10 or 20 years, it slowly moved to its current position.

The bullet is metal and has a certain weight. As long as it is not stuck on the bones or cartilage of the human body, or is blocked by the bone cartilage, it will slowly move in the soft tissue over time, mainly manifested as downward movement. Although it moves very slowly, it cannot hold on for a long time.

But you don’t have to worry about the specific possibility. This thing exists in his body for 10 or 20 years, and is only used as evidence of his identity.”

What Song Ming said is not without reason, and the three of them are no longer confused.

"You guys keep it! I will write down the autopsy report of this corpse, and you can take it away with those who have been before."

After saying that, Song Ming began to clean up the endgame left by the autopsy. Lin Mo saw that it was not too late and he had other things, so he decided to ask first.

"Old Song! It's impossible for you to come here to do autopsy in the future. At that time, you should have a special autopsy office for you to use. Apart from the tools and equipment here, what other equipment are needed? You can tell us first."

Upon hearing this, Song Ming stopped his work, looked at Lin Mo wearing a mask, and asked, "Can you carry any equipment?"

"Yes..." Lin Mo nodded and explained: "We have a relatively abundant funding. As long as it is useful to you, everything is not outrageous."

"Then I need a special morgue, and it is best to have refrigeration equipment to store the body. If the corpse is rotten too quickly at room temperature, it will cause unnecessary trouble to my work."

Lin Mo nodded and said, "Reasonable opinions can be made."

Seeing this, Song Ming continued: "I am used to using photos to record the characteristics of the body. Can I provide me with sufficient film and an assistant, and it is better to have a special washing room. Most people are not very comfortable with these photos. If there is a projector you use during the day, it is best for me to explain it to you."

"Yes, the film can be overused by you within a reasonable range by twice the amount of flushing equipment. If we have idle seizures on our hands, we can just arrange it for you at that time.

There is no problem with the projector. If the assistant is in charge, you can find someone from the team members to help you. It is best to have a few more people, but you have to teach them something. At that time, the preliminary inspection of the crime site and the simple autopsy when performing tasks in other places will require them to be competent."

"No problem..." After Song Ming responded, he said: "I need better lighting equipment and anatomical tools, as well as microscopes, glassware for various experiments, and some commonly used chemical reagents, which can be used in toxic substance testing.

Oh, and... I also need that metal detection tool, just the ones circulated on the NJ market recently. Most of the corpses tested for you should have died from gunfire and explosions. That thing can help me find the warheads and shrapnel, so that I will avoid making mistakes today again."

"Well..." Lin Mo thought about it and replied: "In this way... reagents, instruments, tools, etc., you can make a list of what we want, which ones, which brands we can get, and try to get them for you as much as possible.

As for metal detectors, it is not a problem at all. At present, we have started to use them while searching, checking, setting up card and body searching, and there are many on hand."

"Okay..." Song Ming nodded, just as he was about to continue cleaning up, he thought of something and asked quickly: "There is another thing. I have consumed a lot of film in the police station and reagents. Can these reagents be reimbursed?"

Song Ming was not going to mention it at first, but he planned to do things for the Intelligence Department and let the police station bear the expenses. However, seeing Lin Mo's attitude of not short of money, he did not intend to argue with the police station about this.

Lin Mo did not agree immediately, but asked about taking photos and washing photos first. Who was involved in the police station, mainly because he was worried about confidentiality.

"You can rest assured about keeping confidential matters. In this place, the police station basically walked around. Before, I came to transport the bodies, so I was lucky when the two guards at the back door were not around..."

After Song Ming's story, Lin Mo was relieved. Like the two guards at the back door, they were just scammers in the police station. It was common for them to be cheated and cheated. For example, at this time, people had already left.

The anatomy room is also the most remote corner of the police station. It is surrounded by morgues, utensils and other places. There is basically no policeman going here for no reason. Before, Song Ming transported the bodies as early as possible, but he did not let the police station pay attention.

The dark room where the police station flushed the photos was also located not far away. Due to the influence of the morgue, and the cost of the photos was high at this time, it had not been widely used in case handling, and there was not even a special person in the washing room. All the photos of the autopsy were washed by Song Ming himself.

"…I have all attached the photos and negatives in the file bag and they are not retained. You can feel at ease with this."

"That's it! We can provide a copy of the film and other things used. You put them back. Since the police station is not aware of it, there is no need to disclose it to them."

"Okay..." Song Ming nodded, preparing to clean up, but was stopped by Lin Mo again, but he still stopped patiently.

Lin Mo was a little embarrassed, mainly because he had something to ask, so he hurriedly said, "Old Song, how are your medical skills?"

"Medical skills?" Song Ming was a little puzzled, but he still replied: "A lot of forensic knowledge is similar to medicine. When I was studying abroad, I also had clinical internships in the hospital. With these years of forensic experience, I should be able to reach the level of an ordinary doctor in surgery!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Song Ming did not ask why Lin Mo asked this question, but Lin Mo still took the initiative to explain that Song Ming's medical skills are good, and he may need to play a guest role in a doctor if necessary.

Lin Mo also suddenly thought of a problem: in the future, they will not be able to share the medical resources of the headquarters.

And it is impossible to keep bothering Lin Mo's grandfather and the others. They are not suitable for going to the hospital in an emergency. After all, they work alone for secret considerations. The feasible solution is to set up a medical room by themselves, and not even a difficult injury is to treat it.

But doctors, especially Western medicine, were veritable high-paying jobs in this era. It would be not easy to hire a doctor with excellent medical skills to serve them at all times. It would be great if you could find an ordinary doctor to take the medical treatment.

Lin Mo asked about Song Ming's medical skills, thinking that he could help him before the doctor was in place or in some emergency situations.

When Song Ming's face, which had always been calm, couldn't help but twitch when he heard Lin Mo tell the reason. He had a strong premonition that he was on the pirate ship this time.

Lin Mo did not stay much. After saying goodbye to the three of them, he immediately left the police station through the back door and got into the car to the place where his grandfather Zhang Shaoxian and others settled.

When he arrived at the place, Lin Mo entered the door and saw smoke rising in the corner of the hall. When Dingqing saw that it was her grandfather, she hurried over.

"Is there anything urgent to come here so late?"

"There's no urgent matter... Grandpa, I'll just look for Uncle Jiang to find out something."

"That's how it is! Mo Chen is busy. Since it's not an urgent matter, just wait a little longer!"

When Lin Mochen heard that Jiang Mochen was busy, he sat down and chatted with Zhang Shaoxian, and took the initiative to learn about the situation of the patients and the injured.
Chapter completed!