Chapter 55 Perfect Work
The deceased was named Zhou Meiling. Just as Wang Zheng said, she was only 20 years old, and the day she died was her birthday.
Judging from her facial features, if it weren't for the sutures on her mouth, she would definitely be a very beautiful girl. However, her body was horrible to look at. From the neck down, except for the hips, it was all bright red flesh, and there were clearly visible bones and tendons wrapped around them.
"The deceased went missing a month ago, and there is a report filed by his family." Gao Feng was the last one to enter the autopsy room because he wanted to get the deceased's information. After entering, he deliberately avoided looking at the deceased's body.
"It's probably not human trafficking, it's probably something else ." Wang Zheng touched his chin and said, "Work? Love? That's right, it should be love. Before the 20-year-old adulthood ceremony, fall in love passionately once."
Gao Feng nodded and said, "Yes, after investigation, it was found that the deceased had a boyfriend who was older than her. The two rented a house in the suburbs. However, the deceased disappeared yesterday morning after claiming to buy breakfast. Her boyfriend thought she had gone home and didn't take it seriously. Now, she is crying in the interrogation room."
"It's all youth." Gu Xia sighed.
"Why didn't the murderer take away the skin from the victim's lower abdomen? If the entire skin was taken away, wouldn't the integrity of the skin be better preserved?" Bai Ling was still in some confusion.
"There are tattoos." Wang Zheng carefully observed the deceased, then pointed at the deceased's lower abdomen and said, "There are traces of tattoos being washed here. The murderer may have some mysophobia."
"Ah?" Bai Ling was stunned, and quickly walked to the place where Wang Zheng was before and took a look. Sure enough, there were some traces of burns on that piece of skin, which could not be seen without careful observation.
"Can we start?" Wang Zheng turned and looked at everyone.
"Let's get started." Gu Xia nodded, and after a moment of silence, he added, "But we can't go out this time. After all, the victim is a woman."
"I understand." Wang Zheng nodded with a wry smile. He knew what Gu Xia meant. When he was doing empathy, he would inevitably come into contact with the dead. If there was any unnecessary contact, it would be difficult to explain it clearly.
Everyone consciously took a step back and leaned against the door. Wang Zheng stood alone beside the corpse with his eyes closed. Suddenly, light appeared in front of his dark eyes, and then he saw another scene.
This is a closed room. The hot weather did not raise the temperature inside the room. Instead, the whole room was in an environment similar to an ice cellar.
"Woo...!" A series of unclear sounds rang in his ears, and he looked around trying to see everything in the room clearly.
Finally! He saw clearly that there was a white chair made of some unknown leather not far in front of him , and there was a foot pad under the chair that looked to be made of the same leather.
Unconsciously, he suddenly sat on it, feeling the faint warmth and fragrance coming from behind him, even making him reluctant to get up.
"This kind of leather is not the garbage animal leather on the market. Only I can make it myself."
Wang Zheng said this with a look of pride on his face. After looking around, he suddenly laughed and pointed at the blurry wall in front of him and said, "This is my proudest work. I injected anesthetic into her spine and watched her gradually fall into a coma. Then I put a pulse monitor on her body."
"I watched her steady heartbeat, then I took out the knife and placed it against the needle hole on her cervical vertebrae, and gently cut her lower back. I carefully controlled the strength of my hand to ensure that the sharp blade only scratched her skin. Watching her skin bloom, I seemed to see a flower."
"Then I gently pinched her rolled-up back skin and gently inserted the sharp blade in my hand. I held my breath at that moment!"
"Ah!" Wang Zheng took a deep breath and said in an extremely excited tone: "Every time I separate a part, I listen to the tightening sound coming from my hands when I pinch the skin. This is the song of life!"
All of a sudden, he closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to touch the back of the chair behind him. He seemed to be able to feel the warmth of the chair and the smoothness that was not like the fur of other animals, as if he was touching a piece of silk and immersed in it.
"Hehe, this temperature makes you feel like you are lying in someone's arms. It doesn't have the fishy smell of cows and sheep, nor does it have the rough hairs of animal fur. It feels like it was produced naturally. Only my hands can truly do it, without wasting any part of it, and make it a perfect work of art."
"Listen, does it sound like it's talking to you?" Wang Zheng tilted his ears quietly, as if he was really listening to some beautiful music. Even his hands moved involuntarily!
"Wang Zheng, wake up!" At this time, a woman's voice suddenly came to Wang Zheng's ears.
"Who is Wang Zheng? He looks so familiar. Hmm... I seem to be Wang Zheng. Then where am I now?" Wang Zheng suddenly opened his eyes.
The moment Wang Zheng recalled himself, everything in front of his eyes was flying back.
He seemed to fall off the chair and into the deep sea. There was endless sea water all around him. He felt his neck was trapped by the pressure of the sea, as if someone was strangling his neck tightly, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"No!" Wang Zheng suddenly shouted, but the moment he opened his mouth, the sea water seemed to pour into his mouth and he could no longer make any sound.
But at this moment, he suddenly found a ray of light, and then he saw a pair of familiar hands. Then he stretched out his hands involuntarily, held them, and felt the hands exert force, as if bringing him back to the outside world.
Wang Zheng opened his eyes, looked around with an unfocused gaze, then looked at the four concerned faces in front of him, and suddenly felt somewhat familiar.
"What's your name, what time is it now, where are you?" One of the women with a cold face spoke, waking Wang Zheng up.
"My name is... Wang Zheng." Wang Zheng recalled carefully for a while, looked at the clock on the wall not far away, and said, "It's three o'clock in the afternoon. I'm in the forensic room."
A very simple conversation took place between the two people, but the three Gu Xias standing by shook their heads one after another, and even Bai Ling's eyes turned red.
"Xiao Bailing, confirm that you should take the deceased's spinal fluid for analysis. I suspect there is anesthetic in it." Wang Zheng paused and said, "There is also the deceased's blood. It should have been injected with adrenaline before, which allowed the deceased to survive for such a long time. There should also be a small amount of nutrient solution in the deceased's stomach, which should have been injected together!"
"Okay!" Bai Ling wiped her tears quietly, and trotted out of the forensic room to prepare the tools for sampling.
"Wang Zheng, do you mean that the deceased had undergone an operation before death?" asked Gu Xia.
"It can't be called an operation, but rather the necessary preparation for skinning." Wang Zheng recalled his empathy and said, "The murderer injected anesthetic into the victim's spine to ensure that the victim would not move. After the skinning was completed, the victim was given nutrient solution and adrenaline to ensure that the victim's heart and lung functions were functioning normally."
"That's not right. Since the deceased had already been skinned, why didn't they just kill her? Why did they dump the body?" Gao Feng also realized what was happening and asked quickly.
"The murderer will not kill people with his own hands. What he wants to show is his own skills. In his eyes, he is not an executioner, but an artist!" Wang Zheng said gritting his teeth.
"Fuck it, everyone claims to be an artist these days!" Gao Feng kicked a stool in anger and said, "I'm going to check the surveillance now to see what kind of art car this bastard is driving!"
Looking at Gao Feng who left without looking back, Gu Xia shook his head helplessly, thinking of Wang Zheng who almost suffocated later, he was silent for a while and asked: "Wang Zheng, what happened after you did the empathy just now?"
"Nothing." Wang Zheng shook his head. He no longer wanted to talk to anyone about his last moment of despair, and the emptiness and lingering fear after returning to reality.
