Chapter 247 Who Sat on that Chair? A Real Gift!!!

Through the office door.

Everyone could hear Zhou Fu's furious roar: "Get out, it's your turn to worry about this matter. Stop acting coy in front of me. Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"

Feng Mu kept his face calm, without a hint of anger or discomfort in his eyes. He stared at Zhou Yu quietly, then glanced at Ma Xuan calmly, without making any excuse, and quietly retreated outside the door. .

His eyes swept over the colleagues outside the door who had tense faces and tried hard to control their expressions. There was no trace of embarrassment on their faces, but he said in a deep tone:

"It seems that the district chief has a deep prejudice against me. It doesn't matter. But if Captain Tian Tao's pension is delayed because of this, it will be my fault."

Feng Mu paused for a moment, his face still as calm as water, and continued:

"Since the warden doesn't agree, then I have no choice but to go to the warden to apply. This shouldn't be considered an over-the-level report and breaks the rules, right?"

Unlike Wang Cong who met the warden secretly, Feng Mu went to the warden's office openly.

The prison guards watched Feng Mu's retreating figure. Regardless of whether they understood Feng Mu's actions or not, the awe in their hearts was beyond words and they could not hide it.

Although Captain Tian Tao passed away and left the Second Prison forever, his captain position became vacant, but there was a strange illusion in everyone's hearts: it was as if the captain's position had never been vacant for a moment.

But the chair in the captain's office is clearly empty at the moment. Do you think it's strange?

……….

There is a saying in the distant ancient times: There are 1,000 Hamlets in the eyes of 1,000 people.

This sentence also applies to the second prison, that is, everyone sees a murderer in their eyes, and the more they look at it, the more they look alike.

Just like the prison guards at the bottom, who collectively proved that Feng Mu was the real murderer for no reason, it was completely unreasonable; Zhou Fu also killed Qian Huan with one hundred percent.

The logic behind this is very complicated. Not only does everyone have different butt positions, different views or news they hear, as well as different perspectives and different thinking logics for people of different classes, but the most important thing is that Their subjective tendencies are different.

In other words, they have already involuntarily painted the image of the murderer deep in their subconscious mind. Even before the murder occurred, everyone had already drawn such a sketch in their mind.

This is not some miraculous power, it is just the basic behavior of the human heart. There is no weirdness, it is all human nature.

Zhou Fu sneered and hung up the phone repeatedly. Ma Xuan stood aside cautiously and asked softly: "What are the instructions from Station Master Lou?"

A ferocious smile appeared at the corner of Zhou Fu's mouth:

"What else can I say? Two people died in one night. Station Commander Lou will definitely not let Qian Huan do whatever he wants. Does he really think that the second prison is run by his family? Let's wait and see."

Ma Xuan nodded silently and remained silent.

Zhou Fu said in a ferocious voice: "Of course, we can't just do nothing and wait for the higher-ups to deal with it. We have to take the initiative and collect some evidence of Qian Huan's crime. Even if it doesn't work, we have to make some noise."

Ma Xuan's heart tightened, and the mysterious phone call last night echoed in his mind again.

Zhou Fu noticed that Ma Xuan was in a daze and asked with a frown, "What are you thinking about?"

Ma Xuan shook his head and sighed: "I'm worried about Chang Wei. Do you think he still has a chance of survival?"

Zhou Wei's face was ugly. He did not answer Ma Xuan's question directly, but sighed and said: "Chang Wei finally got his wish and found his nephew."

Ma Xuan's teeth trembled when he heard this: "This is because I am sure that Chang Wei is dead, and I don't even bother to show any affection."

Even though he no longer had expectations for Zhou Fu, the fact that the other party was so callous and unjust still made Ma Xuan's heart run cold.

Ma Xuan is now more and more unsure who killed Chang Wei. The prison warden Qian Huan is naturally the biggest suspect, but there is no guarantee that it was not him but someone else.

The purpose is nothing more than to frame the warden as a scapegoat, thereby igniting conflicts between the second prison and forcing the superiors to deal with the warden.

Fu seemed to realize that his indifference just now was a little too much. He smiled awkwardly, and then told Ma Xuan:

"Go and contact the prison guards under Chang Wei and see if you can pry out some evidence from their mouths that can identify the warden."

Zhou Fu paused and said meaningfully: "Do you understand what I mean?"

Ma Xuan nodded to express his understanding.

Zhou Fu put on another fake smile on his face and tried to make his voice sound more natural:

"Very good, I always feel at ease when you do things. Then hurry up, I have to check Shimoda Tao's autopsy report first."

Autopsy room.

Tian Tao was lying quietly on the dissecting table with a calm and relieved look on his face. He was not at all irritable or irritable as usual and was very approachable.

Qin Liang took a knife to dissect.

The knife cut open his intestines and stomach, and the weight of his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were weighed on the electronic scale next to him. The red and black blood dyed his white gloves and the bed surface red.

The more Qin Liang dissected, the more frightened he became. He looked at the corpse on the stage with an incredible light shining in his eyes.

He has dissected many corpses, hundreds if not 1,000. He has seen all kinds of skeletal outlines, muscle lines, and shapes of hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and kidneys.

Logically speaking, he should have calmed down and been unmoved by the corpse.

but,

Tian Tao's corpse was still far beyond Qin Liang's expectations, and it greatly shocked his nerves.

"It's too regular. The length ratio of each bone is perfect, as if it has been carefully arranged."

"The muscle lines are also very smooth, without any connective knots, as if they grew to cater to the lines of the scalpel."

"And the organs such as the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, each of them is very well-shaped, without excess fat, and no longer or shorter. It looks like it was produced according to the standard mold of the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys."

Qin Liang's throat became dry. The corpse in front of him seemed to grow according to the textbook. This is absolutely abnormal.

Those who understand it understand how deep the doorway is here!

Qin Liang took a deep breath, and he hurriedly ran to the bookshelf next to him and pulled out a dusty general anatomy textbook.

He quickly opened it and found the page with the color illustration of the anatomical model.

He held a ruler and began to compare and measure meticulously.

As every inch was compared, Qin Liang's expression gradually became shocked, and his mouth unconsciously opened into a hollow shape:

"Exactly the same, no, it can't be said to be exactly the same, but all are proportionally reduced."

There was an indescribable tremor in Qin Liang's voice. He gently put down the ruler and muttered to himself: "Gift!!!"

A shocking feeling like an electric current spread from Qin Liang's scalp to his whole body. He suddenly realized that this corpse was the real gift Feng Mu gave him.

Yes, for a forensic doctor, what could be more touching than getting a flawless corpse that walked out of a textbook?

If giving gifts is a science, then Feng Mu has obviously achieved the ultimate that humans can do.

This gift simply hit Qin's soul directly, making him once again feel very clearly that Feng Mu hoped to make friends with him...