Qi Yi's face sank, he put down his tools and walked out.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

He stood at the door of the anatomy room. The corridor was narrow, long and quiet. The lights that were turned on at intervals shone brightly on the yellowed walls and tiles. They were not bright but a bit dazzling. The office doors on both sides were closed.

Nothing different at all.

There was only one black feather lying alone on the ground.

He bent down to pick up the black feather, stood in the middle of the corridor, looked around, raised his ears to hear if there was any movement around him, and a chill spread all over his body from the soles of his feet to his fingertips.

The corridor was quiet except for the sound of his breathing.

Qi Yi shuddered, withdrew his gaze, picked up the black feather and held it in front of his eyes. After looking at it for a long time, he didn't see anything interesting.

He put away this ordinary feather, turned around and walked back to the anatomy room. He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Lao Chi, asking him to help check the surveillance.

He stayed up until late at night again, sewing up the body, grabbing the deceased's chicken and inspecting it carefully, taking photos to fix the evidence, and then sewed the chicken back into place.

Drowsiness hit him again, but Qi Yi chose to continue. He took off his gloves and drank the coffee that had already cooled down, and sat under the microscope to observe the crow feathers he picked up.

Qi Yi is not good at biology. He doesn't study much about crows. He can only be considered a little dabbler. During the inspection, he had to look up the information as he went.

"This feather is long and broad, with oblique parallel barbules on both sides of the rachis. The barbules are divided into barbules. The distal barbules have many barbules, and there are thin hooks at the tips, which are connected to the barbules on the proximal side of the barbules.

Flat feathers are formed, which are typical feathers. Judging from the size, they should be feathers that have fallen off the wings.

The navel under the feathers is gray and dull, and there are no remaining feather follicle cells. The crow must be in the moulting period, and its feathers are shaken off when it flaps its wings, which is reasonable."

After roughly determining the specific type of feather and the possible source of the feather, Qi Yi began to conduct further visual inspection of the detailed features.

"The feathers are not shiny, there are a lot of dust, catkins and other attachments, and the arrangement of feather branches is relatively messy. The health of the crow may not be very good, and the living environment is relatively poor. It is more likely that it is wild, but it cannot be ruled out that it is bred.

Possibility of harsh environment.

There are not many willow trees in our city. If these flocculent fibers are indeed willow catkins, you can check them. Combined with the trace elements attached to the feathers, it is not difficult to find the living range of this crow, and you can also deduce the crow's consistent feeding habits through the feathers. Unfortunately, our laboratory

If you don’t have this condition, you have to rely on a third-party agency.”

After checking up to this point, Qi Yi could no longer continue. He carefully put the feathers into the evidence bag, took the crow body over, and tried to gently pluck out two handfuls of feathers, and sure enough, three or four black feathers were plucked out.

After carefully observing these black feathers under a microscope, Qi Yi quickly concluded: "This crow is indeed in the moulting period, and its health is not very good. The attachments on the feathers are generally the same, so they should be from the same group."

of crows.”

At this point, the question he had been suppressing emerged uncontrollably: "These crows must be controlled by people, but the question is how? Magnetic field? Electromagnetic waves? Or other control methods?"

Qi Yi, who has been influenced by materialism since he was a child, firmly believes that all kinds of underworld incidents he encounters at night are caused by someone behind the scenes.

There was a serious lack of clues, and it was impossible for Qi Yi to solve the mystery. He suppressed his doubts, picked up a magnifying glass and continued to examine the bird carcass. Still no injuries were found, and he could not determine the cause of the bird's death with his eyes alone.

After all, he had no experience in performing autopsies on birds, and many characteristics of corpses could not be simply and crudely applied to birds.

After hesitating for a while, he decided to dissect the dead crow. After confirming again that there were no injuries on the body, he got up to boil water and prepare to pluck out the feathers.

Occasionally, special parts of the corpse need to be stewed during autopsy, so there is a full set of "cooking" tools in the autopsy room. Qi Yi quickly boiled a pot of boiling water, threw the crow in, and rolled it twice in the boiling water with a colander.

Pick it up and prepare to pluck it.

Dong dong dong...

There was a knock on the door for the third time. Qi Yi turned his head numbly and saw the electric door slowly opening, revealing Lao Chi behind the door.

Qi Yi's heart dropped and his face turned cloudy: "Why are you here again?"

"Didn't you ask me to check the surveillance for you?" Lao Chi strode into the anatomy room with an innocent face: "You couldn't get through on the phone, so I had to come and find you. What are you doing here? Cooking?"

"Shut down?" Qi Yi wondered why his phone was turned off when the battery was still full.

Before he could say anything, Lao Chi was shocked when he saw the steaming dead crow in the colander in his hand: "I'm going to fuck you with a hammer? I'm warning you, this crow is important evidence and you can't eat it."

"

Qi Yi almost couldn't help but smash the wet crow corpse into Lao Chi's face.

He restrained his impulse, lowered his arms, and looked at Lao Chi silently.

When Qi Yi didn't speak, he gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Lao Chi winced, knowing that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, are you hungry? Do you want me to give you takeout?"

"I'm not hungry, let's get to the point."

Qi Yi turned his head, shook his wrists up and down, drained the boiling water from the crow, stood up and returned to the dissecting table, laid the bird carcass on the table, and began to pluck out the feathers.

Lao Chi coughed twice: "There was nothing wrong with the surveillance. A bird flew into the sensor slot and activated the electric door, but I really didn't see the door knocking."

Qi Yi didn't respond and continued to plucking hair. Lao Chi couldn't help but continue: "Lao Qi, it's not that I'm suspicious. This is really weird. Where did the crow fly in from the basement?

There are also the flock of crows that were flying around outside the detachment before, and the crow corpses you found in the belly of the corpse... What do these crows have to do with the case?"

Qi Yi still didn't answer because he didn't know. He dissected the crow to find the answer.

Lao Chi stopped asking questions and just stood aside to watch Qi Yi handle the bird carcass. It was just a subconscious reaction, but when he regained his consciousness, he realized that Qi Yi could not have boiled the crow for food, but for investigation.

The feathers on the crow's chest and abdomen were all plucked. Qi Yi ignored the remaining feathers and grabbed a scalpel to disembowel the crow and examine the internal organs one by one.

Still nothing was found, so further dissection was necessary, and Qi Yi cut open the crow's gizzard.

A highly corrupted finger fell out and rolled twice on the dissecting table.

Lao Chi was startled: "Fuck me, cut off your finger?"

Qi Yi also frowned slightly. A severed finger was found in Crow's body, which meant that it was probably involved in another bloody case that was the basis of an injury case.

He pinched his fingers and looked at them. He quickly breathed a sigh of relief, but his brows were already furrowed: "It's not a human hand, it's the finger of an ape orangutan and other primates. Judging from the degree of corruption, it's more than a week old."
Chapter completed!