Just when he was about to lose his mind, he unconsciously said what Chu Yang said to him, "People who work hard are the most attractive!"
"What did you just say?" Meng Yao turned around and looked at him blankly, obviously not hearing clearly what he just said.
Lu Zhixing coughed again in embarrassment: "It's okay, what did you see?"
Meng Yao, who was in working mode, now only had work in her mind, and she didn't pay attention to his strange appearance at all.
She pointed at the photo on the screen: "Look at this."
Seeing him coming forward, she said to herself: "This is the photo you showed me just now. It is of the first victim."
"This belongs to the victim this morning. I have carefully confirmed that the knife edges in these two photos have not changed at all."
"Even the cartilage in the joint of the finger bones, the direction of the murderer's knife is consistent."
"That is to say, the murderer was already very skilled in his techniques from the very beginning when he committed the crime." Her words were very firm, without any hesitation.
Lu Zhixing stared at the screen for a while, and said in a salty voice: "What does Forensic Doctor Meng think the murder weapon will be?"
Meng Yao was a little surprised when he heard him call him Medical Doctor Meng. This seemed to be the first time he heard him call himself Medical Doctor, right?
Does this count as recognition of one¡¯s own professionalism?
She curled her lips indifferently and leaned back lazily on the back of the chair, clasping her hands and twirling her thumbs. This was her habitual movement when thinking.
Only when people relax can the brain operate at a high speed, and the results are remarkable.
"No need to ask, the murder weapon is the scalpel."
She touches this thing every day, and she can tell at a glance what kind of mark a cut will leave.
"Actually, I doubted whether the murderer would be a knife wielder at first, but now it seems that no doctor in charge of the hospital would have such free time."
She raised her finger and tapped her chin, her eyes falling on the computer screen: "If my guess is correct, the victims in these cases should all have relatively casual occupations, or be unemployed, and often appear in people's migration areas. Larger entertainment venue.¡±
"And I just saw that the blood stains on the bodies of the deceased were not so clean. This makes it even more certain that the murderer's occupation is not that of a surgeon."
Regarding her reasoning, Lu Zhixing said that he seemed to understand but not understand it. Maybe this was the way she spoke.
The logic is not strong, but the analysis is clear and logical!
After thinking for a while, he expressed his doubts: "You can conclude that the murderer is not the chief surgeon just by wiping the blood stains. Isn't this a bit far-fetched?"
Meng Yao turned his head and looked up at him with contempt.
¡°It turns out that you, Mr. Lu, don¡¯t know everything!¡±
After his cold glance, she stood up and clapped her hands, then stretched out her long white fingers in front of his eyes and shook them.
"Did you see it? This is the hand of the surgeon."
Seeing him frowning in displeasure, she smiled indifferently and continued to explain.
¡°You may not know this if you are not familiar with it, but almost all medical students have the habit of washing their hands frequently, and they all also have a slight mysophobia.¡±
"And among this type of people, the most serious one is the doctor who performs the surgery."
"Although they are used to seeing blood, they also hate the sight of blood everywhere." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com