Chapter 84: The missing heart (edited)

The dissecting room was dark and dim. Only the shadowless lamp composed of six sets of bulbs on the dissecting table illuminated the dissecting table and a small area around it. Zhao Deshui's body lay quietly on the dissecting table, and the white light shone on the dissecting table.

His body was extremely strange.

Song Dian and two assistants are methodically preparing for the dissection. Scalpels, scissors, tweezers, and pliers are arranged one by one in the stainless steel tool basin next to the dissecting table. There is also a sterilized basin specifically for internal organs and an assistant next to it.

Standing next to the basin, ready to take the bloody internal organs and put them into the basin.

Song Dian has been working in the Incredible Team for five years and has accumulated rich experience in anatomy. Corpses have become the most common thing in his eyes. He is already familiar with various structures of the human body, and even does it while blindfolded.

He can perform an excellent dissection of a corpse. Just like a cadaver dissecting a cow, in his eyes the corpse is no longer a whole, but separate pieces of muscles and bones, every muscle and vein.

The joints were deeply imprinted in his memory. No matter what kind of anatomy he performed, the scalpel could move freely between the skin, flesh and bones. So much so that Song Dian's code name in the group was called "Scalpel"

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But when facing the body in front of him today, Song Dian felt inexplicably flustered. It seemed that what was lying in front of him was not a lifeless and cold corpse, but a demon controlled by evil power. As long as he had a scalpel,

Just scratch his skin lightly and he will wake up screaming from the dissecting table.

A layer of fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Song Dian's forehead, and his right hand holding the scalpel trembled slightly. The assistants next to him had never seen the boss in this situation before, and they looked at Song Dian quietly.

, eyes showing confusion and nervousness.

Song Dian closed his eyes, calmed down, and then picked up the scalpel and skillfully cut the corpse's neck. The sharp scalpel cut from the neck without any obstruction, all the way to the lower abdomen, and on the entire chest and abdomen of the corpse.

A long wound was opened, and a few drops of bright red blood dripped out from the wound, slowly flowing onto the autopsy table like overflowing tears, leaving a few dark red blood lines on Zhao Deshui's skin.

Due to the tension of the muscles, the wound automatically opened slightly to the side. Looking at the situation in front of him, Song Dian felt dizzy with bags under his eyes and almost fell to the ground. At the same time, the two assistants also opened their eyes in horror. The three of them were like three bodies.

Like a stone sculpture, it was fixed there and motionless.

The blond Conan Doyle, wearing a slender British shirt, was anxiously waiting for the autopsy results outside the forensic room. Seeing that the sky was getting darker and Zhao Deshui's autopsy report had not yet come out, she felt a little anxious and kept

Pacing back and forth in the room. This was a habit that Conan Doyle had learned from his leaders after he came to China. When he was thinking about problems or in a bad mood, Conan Doyle liked to pace back and forth like this.

To relieve depression and anxiety.

She secretly stole Zhao Deshui's body without telling Yin Hui, and sent a forensic team to secretly steal it the next morning after the burial. After all, this is Beijing, and the vicious case at the funeral home has already caused quite an impact. As'

As the leader of the Incredible Team, she must take out all the files and give an explanation to the superiors. The autopsy is a necessary link in this process.

Fortunately, the staff handled the aftermath well. As long as the cemetery was not dug up, no one would know where Zhao Deshui was buried. It was just an empty coffin. She knew Yin Hui's temper very well.

But he is a classical man who also takes into account the "wisdom, courtesy, sincerity, righteousness and trust" of the Chinese nation. If he finds out about it, he may really cause an uproar and break up the relationship. For the current plan, the only way is to end it quickly and let this old gentleman go to his grave.

install.

The sky was completely dark, and there was no news from the forensic room. Conan Doyle couldn't wait any longer. He stood up and said to the people next to him: "Yellow Crane Tower, why don't you let me rush them?

I keep waiting, I don’t know how long it will take.”

Huang Helou is a thin old man in his fifties. His eyes are quite similar to Zhao Deshui, but his pupils are a bit sharper and more ruthless than him. Huang Helou is the vice-captain of the Incredible Group, and his husband is from An.

He is thoughtful and meticulous. Whenever he thinks about problems, he smokes. Of course, he only smokes Yellow Crane Tower.

"Don't go!" Yellow Crane Tower stopped Conan Doyle, "Autopsy is a very arduous and meticulous work. Don't disturb them. The scalpel is the most talented anatomy expert. I believe in his ability. He will definitely be able to touch it."

If there are any clues, all we have to do now is wait here quietly."

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to go out and buy some box lunches?" Xiao Qing, the archivist who was following Conan Doyle, suggested. She couldn't help with anything now, so she was busy on the side, so she had to find some for herself.

Do things you can still do.

Huang Helou waved his hand: "No need to go to such trouble. There are instant noodles in the drawer in the middle of the desk. You can make a pack each."

Xiaoqing opened the drawer, and there were indeed several buckets of instant noodles inside. They must have been specially prepared by Yellow Crane Tower for staying up late.

Xiao Qing took out two packets and asked Huang Helou: "Vice Captain, don't you want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry, you can eat." Yellow Crane Tower shook his head.

Xiao Qing got a pot of hot water and made two buckets of instant noodles. After a while, the office was filled with the fragrance of instant noodles. Xiao Qing brought a bucket of instant noodles to Conan Doyle, who took two bites of the instant noodles.

, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

She subconsciously picked up the phone, and for a moment, the deep voice of a scalpel came from inside: "Is it the team leader? The autopsy results have come out, please come and take a look..."

"Well, okay!" Conan Doyle nodded and put down the phone: "The autopsy results are out, and the scalpel asked us to go to the forensic room."

"Haha, it's finally out. Let's go there quickly." Yellow Crane Tower stopped boringly tapping on the table.

Everyone came to the forensic examination room, and there was only Scalpel left in the forensic examination room. Scalpel slumped on the chair with a pale face, as if he was seriously ill.

Seeing his appearance, Huang Helou frowned: "What caused his death?"

Scalpel cheered up and sat up straight from the chair. He glanced at Conan Doyle and the others, but did not answer Huang Helou's question. Everyone looked at each other and looked at Scalpel strangely, not knowing what he meant.

, does it mean that you don’t know them, or does it mean something else?

After a while, Scalpel withdrew his gaze from Conan Doyle and the others, and said slowly: "The cause of death of the deceased is very simple. He died because his heart was taken out."

Although the tone of the scalpel was very gentle, the content of this sentence was like a violent bomb, which shocked Conan Doyle and the others. They did not expect that the autopsy results would be like this. After a while,

, Conan Doyle woke up from the surprise. She asked in disbelief: "Is it true that the deceased's heart was taken out?"

Conan Doyle felt that what the scalpel said seemed like a fantasy.

The scalpel nodded: "I can't believe that such a thing would happen, but this is a real fact, which makes me have to believe my own eyes. The heart in the chest of the deceased is indeed missing."

Yellow Crane Tower touched the cigarette case involuntarily, but suddenly thought that smoking was not allowed here, so he could only retract his hand angrily: "But there are no wounds on his body, how could his heart be taken out?"

The scalpel laughed dumbly: "I don't feel sorry for this either. I have been a forensic doctor for so many years and have dissected hundreds of various bodies, but I have never encountered anything like this."

Conan Doyle thought for a moment and said, "Can we go to the autopsy room to see the corpse?" What the scalpel said was too bizarre and terrifying, and she wanted to see the real condition of the corpse with her own eyes.

"I know you won't believe me. The corpse is in the autopsy room. Come with me!" After saying that, Scalpel stood up from the chair and walked towards the autopsy room with Conan Doyle and the others.

Walking into the corridor, Conan Doyle smelled a strong smell of corpses. Over the years, the crime trend in surrounding cities has increased year by year. Many unnamed corpses that were found to have special problems did not have their families to claim them, so they had to be temporarily stored in

Here, although Shangfeng spent huge sums of money to purchase a batch of advanced refrigeration morgues, the corpses stored for many years began to slowly rot. The odor of the rotting corpses was absorbed by the exhaust on the wall.

The fan was pulled out and spread around the entire anatomy room, like a fog that lingered all year round surrounding the anatomy room. Therefore, except for my own people, few people from other departments came here.

At this time, the dissecting room was dark. The two stoppers had already returned home from work. The scalpel opened the door of the dissecting room and turned on the huge shadowless lamp on the dissecting table. Zhao Deshui's body still maintained its previous posture quietly.

On the autopsy table, the wound on the body was wider than before, like a huge slightly opened mouth, which seemed to be able to swallow everything in the room.

"I know you will definitely come to see the body, so we haven't put the body into the freezer yet. Everything is still as if it was just the beginning of the autopsy."

Conan Doyle came to the dissecting table, and the light of the shadowless lamp shone through the open wound on the chest into Zhao Deshui's body. She opened her eyes wide, and she could not believe the fact in front of her. There was indeed nothing in Zhao Deshui's chest.

The object, a heart, was missing.

At this time, the scalpel took out a plastic box from the cabinet next to it. The box contained some bloody fragments, and some fragments were even connected with traces of dark red muscle. The fragments gave off a disgusting smell.

, Conan Doyle and Huang Helou looked at each other, and couldn't help but frown. Then they looked at Xiao Qing next to him, his face was pale, and his hand was gently pressed on his abdomen. Apparently he didn't understand the bloody scene in the dissection room.

Of course, Conan Doyle did not ask Xiaoqing to go out and avoid it, because she knew that this was a level he had to go through. If he could not bear the corpse, he would not be able to become a qualified national security officer no matter how brilliant his intelligence was.

Huang Helou also gave Xiao Qing a sympathetic look. These things were indeed a bit too cruel for her. But he couldn't help her, and she had to adapt to everything by herself.

Conan Doyle's attention returned to the fragments, and she asked the scalpel: "What are these fragments?"

The scalpel said: "These are the fragments of the cardiac duct remaining in the chest." After that, he carefully picked up a fragment with tweezers. The fragment was about the size of a fingernail, like a piece of black and blue rubber.

"Judging from the wounds on the fragments, the heart should have been torn alive, and the force was so violent that the tendons connected to the heart in the chest wall were also torn off."

Conan Doyle felt that his mind went blank. There were no wounds on Zhao Deshui's body, but his heart was missing. Who was the murderer? Why did he use such a cruel method to kill this old man, and how did the murderer do it?

Up to this point?

After about a quarter of an hour, she really couldn't figure out the secret, so she took out a professional criminal investigation camera and took pictures of the situation on the autopsy table, and then said seriously to the scalpel: "Song Dian, after we investigate this case,

Before this happens, I hope you will inform the two assistants so that this matter does not spread."

"This is a rule, I know, you don't have to worry."

Conan Doyle nodded: "Okay, this matter has already involved supernatural forces. Bird and Taoist nun are still working out of town. I think I can only ask that little guy to help." Thinking of that person's silly appearance, she
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