"Go and do it." Qin Jiyan gave the order, and the guards immediately came forward. Qin Jiyan didn't need to take action at all.
"The murderers in the previous eleven cases are by no means the same person. It can only be said that they were planned by the same person."
Crap! Your Highness loves cleanliness the most.
It had already been checked during the day, and King Zhao probably sent someone to check as well. Gu Qiancheng had no intention of checking again, and it had little to do with the case...
There was no electric saw, no electric drill, and no sharp scalpel. Gu Qiancheng had a headache, but he was thankful. Because the person in front of her was a dead person. If this person were alive, she would not dare to open his head even if he were killed.
This work was very time-consuming and boring, but Gu Qiancheng did it meticulously from beginning to end, without any impatience, so that others could not feel lazy.
"Being able to prepare food for the deceased and being able to freely enter the deceased's room shows that the murderer must be someone close to the deceased. I suspect that the murderer may be the maid next to the deceased." Gu Qiancheng made a bold inference:
"No, but it can sell well, right?" Gu Qiancheng pointed out...
Qin Jiyan glanced at her and silently turned away...
The guards around him immediately changed their faces, each one looking panicked and not knowing what to do.
King Zhou did this, three-thirds of it was against Qin Jiyan, and the other seven points were against King Zhao's house, hoping to take the opportunity to suppress King Zhao. And the fact that the case would fall into Qin Jiyan's hands was probably because of King Zhao's secret efforts.
"It's better to be an accident, otherwise... I will let you know the consequences of teasing me." Qin Jiyan snorted coldly, tossed his sleeves and left. The guards quickly followed, leaving Vincent and Gu Qiancheng looking at each other on the ground. Neither leaving nor staying.
As for the private parts of the deceased
Qin Jiyan was stunned for a moment before asking, "Is this related to the case?"
Someone has to do these things. She can't just expect others to do everything...
Gu Qiancheng was prepared and stood in a safe position first, but Qin Jiyan didn't. He was splashed with blood...
The senior who took care of her made all sorts of sarcastic remarks at that time, saying that she was too squeamish to be a forensic doctor. Every time I see her face turning pale from vomiting, I tell her to get lost. Their forensic department doesn’t want rich ladies...
"Yes." The clerk secretly complained, but he did not dare to leave without permission. He could only accompany Gu Qiancheng in the morgue and continue the autopsy...
After Gu Qiancheng finished cleaning up, he checked the heart and other parts, and then said silently to Qin Jiyan: "The deceased should have taken drugs to enhance pleasure before his death, and his body was in a state of extreme excitement, but he did not die from excessive sexual intercourse." In other words, the King of Zhou could not let Qin Yunchu bear the charge of playing with a prostitute to death.
Gu Qiancheng was distracted for a moment, and soon continued his work, extracting the undigested substances in his stomach and placing them in two small bowls.
Without testing equipment, she had to use the most primitive method. As for the powdery substances in the nasal cavity, Gu Qiancheng also scraped them off one by one, and could conduct experiments if necessary.
But seeing the serious look on Gu Qiancheng's face, Qin Ji swallowed what he said.
The next step is the most important craniotomy.
Oops, she forgot to remind Qin Jiyan to get out of the way. Gu Qiancheng also thought to himself that it was not good, and said bravely: "Your Highness..." She really didn't mean this, it was definitely an accident.
No one can enter eleven households at the same time, and kill people in large households!
The results of the autopsy were consistent with what Gu Qiancheng had inferred. The murder weapon was something like ice flakes, and the puddle of water was where the mechanism was placed. The ice had melted away in the morning, so it was easy to be ignored...
Although it's a pity, she is a forensic doctor and she only tells the truth as she sees it.
But Qin Jiyan didn't think so. Qin Jiyan had a rather disgusting look on his face. He lowered his head and glanced at the blood stains on his clothes, gritted his teeth and said, "Gu Qiancheng, you're very, very good!"
At that time, she was really holding her breath. After surviving and surviving, I got used to it after seeing more of it, and compared with the sense of accomplishment brought by forensic medicine, this disgusting heart is nothing.
When Gu Qiancheng was about to sew up the body, the guard who experimented on the chicken also came with the news. The chicken soon fell into a coma after eating food mixed with filth.
Qin Jiyan brought her to the morgue in the middle of the night and secretly conducted an autopsy. It must have been people from the Zhou Wang faction who secretly put pressure on her and refused to let Qin Jiyan investigate further.
Gu Qiancheng didn't say much anymore. She just wanted to stop talking about this kind of thing. She didn't mention this to show off her cleverness. She just wanted Qin Jiyan to see her value. She hoped that Qin Jiyan would ignore Liu Fan in the future. Door, give her a way out, don't throw it away after using it...
"Pah..." The skull was taken out, and blood spurted out...
Gu Qiancheng could understand how a pampered child could endure this, just like she did back then.
Qin Jiyan wanted to say, does it have to be so complicated? Wouldn't it be enough to just cut it open
Next, is the craniotomy.
Gu Qiancheng withdrew his eyes calmly, and said to the clerk with an unchanged expression: "Let's continue!" He was arrogant, awkward, childish, etc. It would be fine if he looked back. It was not the first time, so he just got used to it.
Before the craniotomy, Gu Qiancheng shaved off the deceased's hair, especially the wound on the head. Gu Qiancheng was even more cautious, fearing that he might accidentally make a cut and damage the original wound.
Gu Qiancheng stopped as soon as it was good and continued his work.
Sometimes he really wants to know how Gu Qiancheng grew up. How can he be so politically acumen despite being a woman
"The facts of the case have become clear. The deceased drank food that would help him sleep before he died. The murder weapon was placed at the head of the bed. When the deceased was sleeping, the mechanism was triggered and shot into the deceased's brain. The powerful impact not only pierced the brain, but also damaged the blood vessels. Cut off, causing intracranial hemorrhage and death of the deceased.”
Soon, the hair was shaved off, revealing a smooth head, and the bloody gash on the top of the head was also extremely obvious.
"There is an injury at Baihui point, and there are drugs such as coagulants on the wound." Gu Qiancheng judged based on experience, and the accuracy was as high as 80%.
Gu Qiancheng raised his head and said to Qin Ji: "Catch a little mouse. If you can't catch it, a chicken or a puppy will do. Mix these things into the food and feed it."
"Do me a favor." Gu Qiancheng wanted to call a guard, but Qin Jiyan came forward, and Gu Qiancheng couldn't refuse, so he could only tell Qin Jiyan how to cooperate with her to open the skull...
"It was an accident." Gu Qiancheng swore that it was really an accident this time, and she was not so cautious.
"Girl..." The clerk looked at Gu Qiancheng and asked what she meant.
Calling him by his first and last name showed how angry Qin Jiyan was.
Although Gu Qiancheng was focused on his work, she still noticed Qin Jiyan's discomfort...
Gu Qiancheng did a good job. If every corpse could be like Gu Qiancheng and keep the body intact after dissection, I am afraid that the family members of the deceased would not be so disgusted with dissection.
In short, the implications of this small case were really huge. Gu Qiancheng, a bystander, could only see this.
Use a knife to cut open the scalp, lift up the meninges, and then...