Early this morning, Ji Feng had already seen Ye Yuanliang's body, and it looked like a complete body. (饭)$(cun)$(小)$(说)$(网) Free reading
But if you look carefully, you can clearly see that there are dense needle holes on the corpse, like a giant rag doll.
Seeing the corpse again at this moment, Ji Feng didn't show any expression on his face, but he was standing a little far away from the corpse.
On the other hand, the courageous Liu Xiaoli ran towards the corpse as soon as he came in, and the little paw paper lifted the white cloth!
Seeing the corpse with a pale face, Liu Xiaoli didn't show any abnormality at all, he just touched his slippery little chin and muttered: "Father's craftsmanship is really good."
Ji Feng lowered his eyes and looked at the child.
Probably because Ji Feng's gaze was too obvious, Xiao Li felt it, the little guy raised his head, looked at this kind grandfather, pointed to the needle and thread on the corpse, and said: "I can actually sew, but my father said that my hand Stupid, needlework is not meticulous, don't let me sew."
Ji Feng smiled, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
People who are good at needlework probably wouldn't want to sew a corpse with handcraft!
Xiao Li took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from Ji Feng's hand, and while tinkering, he climbed onto the wooden bed.
Seeing the child's short legs crawling hard, Ji Feng picked up the child, but looking around, there was no place to put it, so he was momentarily stunned.
Xiao Liu pointed to the edge of the plank bed with short fingers, and said, "Thank you, Grandpa, it will be fine if you put me here."
Ji Feng hesitated: "Can you stand?"
The wooden bed was actually very narrow, and the corpse of an adult man was lying on it upright, already occupying the entire area, and it was almost impossible for another person to stand on it.
But Xiao Li nodded obediently, expressing that he could stand up.
Ji Feng hesitated, but still put the child up.
Then, Ji Feng saw the little guy standing on the edge of the plank bed, holding a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in one hand, and casually pushing the corpse to the side with the other hand, then the little guy sat down on his buttocks, squeezed the corpse, and followed the corpse The appearance of being affectionate.
Ji Bong, be silent again!
Ji Feng had heard of the autopsy report.
Since Mr. Sun received the letter from Kyoto two months ago, he has passed on this new rule.
But what this report is, and how to do it, no one knows.
I can only deduce from the few words in the letter that it is roughly intended to write all the information about the corpse in a document, but I still don't know how to write it and whether there are any rules.
And right now, a little boy less than five years old is showing him how to write the autopsy report.
Xiao Li now neatly writes the name, age, height, and approximate weight of the deceased on the rice paper, and then, the wound verification.
The corpse had already been examined, and the corpse had already been sewn up, so Xiao Li took it apart without fuss, and went to check the internal organs.
Since my mother has checked it, leave this part blank, and let my mother write it in later.
He checked the trauma part.
After stripping off Ye Yuanliang's clothes, Xiao Li walked around beside a naked corpse, reading and writing, and poking the skin of the corpse with the other end of the brush from time to time.
Seeing the child fumbling around like this, after a while, he had already written more than half a page, Ji Feng was curious, so he went over to take a look.
When I looked at it, I found that I couldn't understand more than half of it!
Children's handwriting is crooked, not very beautiful, but no matter how crooked, it is at least a font that people can distinguish.
But these words, Ji Feng knows that he knows, but there are more than half of them, and he doesn't know what they mean.
Ji Feng didn't ask much, but maybe Ji Feng had been looking at it for too long, Xiao Li suddenly glanced at him, and then asked nervously, "Did I make a typo?"
Xiao Li has tried his best to write neatly and rigorously, is this not enough
The little guy was very melancholy, he felt that he was really not suitable for studying.
Looking at Xiao Li's disappointed expression, Ji Feng only raised his hand, rubbed his soft hair, and said, "That's right." It's just that he couldn't read it!
Xiao Li was dubious: "Really?"
Ji Feng nodded.
The little guy finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still worried, so he looked back and found that there was indeed a typo.
Xiao Li quickly painted it and changed it a bit.
Seeing Xiao Li's change, Ji Feng remained silent, he didn't think that word was a typo.
Xiao Li finished correcting, but he didn't blame the grandfather for not telling him or lying to him when he made a typo. Instead, he said thoughtfully: "In this place, the epidermis of the abdomen of the corpse is broken, and there is no obvious scar, but the cortex is cracked, and the degree of rupture is large. , the skin color is purplish red, the blood line is slightly compressed, and there is a possibility of heavy blow or internal injury. This place, my father said, the blood line is oppressed, so you can’t write the blood line, the blood line is red, it is a blood vessel, and the nerve line is different. Because the epidermis of his stomach is unfolded, the blood line seen inside is blue, and the blue line is the nerve line."
Ji Feng remained silent, looking at the horrific abdomen of the corpse, and then at the little guy's pink and jade-carved face, after a long while, he finally said "hmm" as if he didn't know anything.
No matter how you say it, I still feel too shameful to admit that I didn't understand a word in front of a child.
Xiao Li's autopsy report was not written quickly, but halfway through, he discovered a strange scene.
I saw a wisp of white smoke slowly leaching from the seam where the thread was stitched.
At first, Xiao Li thought he was dazzled by the white smoke. After all, the sun outside was very good. If there was any smoke, it would not be so obvious under the sun.
But Xiao Li is good at concealed weapons, and his eyesight has been cultivated since he was a child. He saw the white smoke at once, and he also witnessed that after the white smoke melted into the skin, the skin on the corpse, which was still the same, suddenly began to twitch slightly. Flip, wrinkle, and finally crack.
"Wow!" Xiao Li discovered the New World, and hastily pushed away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, while lying there with his butt pouted, staring closely at the white smoke.
Ji Feng also saw the white smoke, and the moment the little guy approached, he raised his hand and hugged the feathery little guy into his arms, avoiding it a little, his eyes became serious.
What is this
But Xiao Li yelled: "Grandpa, let me go, let me go, I want to see what it is, it looks amazing, is there any small thing in this corpse? I want to cut it up, I want to cut it up, Where is my knife, where is my scalpel, whoa, whoa, the white smoke is gone, almost gone, grandpa, please let me go, the white smoke is gone."
Xiao Li yelled and yelled, but finally struggled crazily.
Ji Feng had no choice but to make sure that the white smoke had disappeared inexplicably, so he put the little guy back.
As soon as he put it down, Xiao Li took out the scalpel in the all-purpose small backpack with a blushing face, and without saying a word, he directly stabbed the corpse with the knife!