Chapter 68: Crimes of Passion
He Shancun nodded.
"The patient is still in a coma, but his condition is stable. I don't know why he still hasn't woken up. He has a lot of wounds, but they are not fatal. I didn't have anyone sew them up when I received the call. Do you want to see it now?"
"Okay, let's take a look now and take pictures so we can handle it normally."
He Shancun didn't waste any words. Zhou Ning smiled and nodded at Chen Xiaohong, and Chen Xiaohong patted Zhou Ning's arm.
"Go ahead. Call me if you have anything. I'm going to be busy now."
After saying goodbye to Chen Xiaohong, I followed He Shancun to an observation room. There was only one bed in the ward where someone was sleeping, and the monitor next to it displayed various data.
Zhou Ning took a quick look and found that his heartbeat, breathing, blood pressure, and blood oxygen were all within normal range. However, he was too frightened and would not be easy to wake up.
Walking to the bedside, He Shancun signaled the doctor to lift the quilt on the injured person, and then opened the wounds wrapped in dressing materials.
Da Zhao took a breath. The wounds here were no less than those on the deceased Wen Haicheng. Not to mention the abrasions and swellings, there were seven or eight cuts and stab wounds on the arms, thighs and calves.
Following He Shancun's pointing, Zhou Ning looked over and saw that the injury to the posterior tibial artery at the back of Zhang Xin's left calf was the most serious. A deep suture was performed there , which was considered to be able to stop the bleeding.
Recalling the location of the blood pool on the bathroom floor, it seemed that this was where the heaviest bleeding occurred. Zhou Ning nodded slightly and motioned Da Zhao to take pictures. Each wound was carefully magnified and photographed with a scale. Zhou Ning even wiped it with a swab to keep a sample.
He Shancun lifted up Zhang Xin's clothes, revealing a bruise on her left abdomen.
"You are professionals. This bruise should be two days old. I don't think it was caused by a single moment."
Zhou Ning looked at it carefully and nodded continuously.
"Can you help me check Zhang Xin's platelets? This seems to be a scar from two or three days ago, and the bruise has turned purple and spread."
"no problem."
After thanking him, Zhou Ning left his cell phone number. The two of them admired each other very much and talked for a while before leaving. Da Zhao followed Zhou Ning closely in small steps.
"Slow down, you're bullying us because we have shorter legs, right? But why are you so anxious to check Zhang Xin's injuries? Do you think the murderer treated the deceased differently from Zhang Xin?"
Zhou Ning shook his head. He had a lot of doubts in his mind. Of course, it would be best if Zhang Xin could speak.
"I have no clue about the case. Let's go back and do an autopsy first. I'll discuss it with my master later. I always feel like I missed something, but after careful investigation, I found nothing."
Da Zhao didn't say anything more. Zhou Ning has always been very insightful. Xu Dayuan had said before that he felt it was weird and confusing. That is to say, although the case seemed simple, there might be something else going on.
Back in the autopsy room, Liu Yongping was already dressed, and the only remaining boxer briefs of the deceased had been removed. He raised his gloved hands and hooked his fingers at Zhou Ning.
"What are you doing? Why aren't you in a hurry to do the autopsy?"
While Zhou Ning was changing his equipment, he recounted his findings at the scene and some things that happened in the emergency room. After he finished getting dressed and telling Liu Yongxin everything, his brows furrowed.
"Interesting. One of the couple died, but the other escaped by hiding in the bathroom. Was the murderer frightened and fled in a hurry, or was their target the deceased?"
Zhou Ning sighed. This was the problem that was bothering him.
"Master, I can't figure it out either. Let's do the autopsy now. Should I take an X-ray first?"
"No need. You haven't come for so long. I can't just sit there and wait. I've already finished filming. Let's follow the old rules. You do the autopsy and I'll record it. Let's start with the surface of the body."
Zhou Ning didn't waste any words and began to examine, starting from the pupils to the head, torso, and limbs. He described the depth, length, injury conditions, weapon shape, and murderer analysis of all the wounds. After Liu Yongxin finished recording, he looked up at Zhou Ning.
"Boy, I've only rested for less than two months, and your progress is really fast. My record can't keep up with your speed."
Zhou Ning smiled awkwardly. He couldn't say that he had been forced to do ten autopsies every night since the last case. Moreover, the injuries on each body were so complete that they covered almost all forms of scars. Even gunshot wounds had different shapes and angles. Moreover, the time limit made him do autopsies like being chased by dogs.
"I have to make progress as well. Master, should I still cut this?"
Liu Yongxin nodded.
"There's no need to bother two people with one thing. Just come on, and let me see how much progress you've made."
Zhou Ning took a deep breath, grabbed the scalpel, and began to perform the autopsy. There were three cuts on the chest and abdomen of the deceased, the deepest of which was no more than two centimeters. Wen Haicheng was very strong, and the three cuts did not damage his internal organs. The autopsy was also very fast.
After completing the routine checkup, Zhou Ning raised his head.
"The deceased, Wen Haicheng, had a lung infection, sticky secretions and sputum plugs in his bronchi and right lower lobe, had bronchial pneumonia for some time, had sand-like stones in his gallbladder, had mild fibrosis and fatty liver in his liver, and had polyps on the intestinal lining. The deceased had many physical problems and did not receive timely treatment."
"Well, the bronchial pneumonia condition must have lasted for some time. Is this person very busy at work?"
Da Zhao came over. After the last time, he was not so averse to dissection anymore and seemed to find it a bit interesting.
"Their name is Wen Haicheng, and they are designers from the East China Design Institute. They are in charge of a very important design project. They will have the final design meeting with Party A at 10 o'clock this morning. To put it bluntly, it is the last submission of the design before signing the contract."
Liu Yongxin nodded.
"No wonder. With high-intensity work, his body functions have declined and he has all kinds of physical problems. He is only 29 years old, but his body is not as good as that of an elderly person who is good at exercising. The X-ray shows that he has problems with his cervical spine, thoracic spine, and lumbar spine. He has obvious neck-shoulder syndrome."
Da Zhao grinned at the side.
"How can you compare them like that? Few young people today are in better health than retired uncles and aunts. His condition is nothing."
Liu Yongxin rolled his eyes at Da Zhao.
"Stop talking nonsense. You should lose weight. How come you look so fat after the New Year? Have you gained 30 pounds?"
Da Zhao's face instantly fell, looking bitter.
"It's hurtful. This is verbal violence. I didn't eat anything during the Chinese New Year. I don't know why I have so many. But are the eyes of the forensic doctor rulers? How can they be so accurate?"
Liu Yongxin snorted twice.
"Go away and don't disturb Zhou Ning."
Although Da Zhao was dissatisfied, he still kept his mouth shut. Zhou Ning then looked between the legs of the deceased. The biopsy device was cut open from the bottom. He picked up the damaged skin with tweezers and observed it carefully.
"Part of the foreskin, corpus cavernosum and urethral artery and vein were all cut off. If the knife was cut from top to bottom, the amount of bleeding would be greater. The knife was very cruel. The nerves in this area are very sensitive. The deceased would scream non-stop."
Liu Yongxin nodded, pinched the very fine fibers with tweezers, held up a magnifying glass and said:
"It seems that the deceased was screaming, so the murderer covered the deceased's mouth and nose with a pillow, causing death by mechanical asphyxiation."
Zhou Ning loosened his tweezers, raised his head slightly, and made a gesture to pull up the deceased's pants with one hand.
“The order seems wrong. The victim was cut here, and the murderer just quickly pulled up his boxer shorts so that the blood could not splatter. There are bloodstains on the pillow, which match the marks of the victim’s head injury.
That is to say, the action of covering the mouth and nose of the deceased was after the head was hit, and the shouting of cutting the life value device did not alarm the people around. "
Da Zhao came closer again, as if trying to make his presence felt.
"The person who reported the case said that when , he seemed to hear a noise in the room."
Zhou Ning hummed.
"Well, I asked Xu Da about this. He said that the deceased's mother also went upstairs, but she didn't hear any sound. I'm not sure if she really heard it, but the time of the deceased's death was very close to the time when the reporter went upstairs."
Liu Yongxin rubbed his chin.
"The person who reported the case? Was he a competitor of the deceased?"
Zhou Ning didn't know this. After all, he just glanced at the person who reported the case when he was going upstairs. The man was dressed very tastefully and the anxiety on his face seemed very real. Of course , he couldn't tell whether there was any acting in this, after all, he didn't observe more carefully.
"I don't know. You can go back and check this, Mr. Xu. The target group I gave is acquaintances. After all, there are no signs of forced entry at the deceased's home, and there are still only a few households living in the community. If I'm not familiar with them, how do I know they are still at home after moving in?"
"It seems that you don't think that this is a crime of passion caused by ordinary theft?"
