Netherworld Investigator Chapter 394: Cesarean examination of feces

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Sun Bingxin cut open the dog's belly, and everything inside was exposed. She frowned and said: "Hey! What is this?"

I said: "Human feces, dog food, and a piece of fresh meat."

After the stool is digested, it releases a lot of amine gas. It is so sour that even I can't stand it. It's really spicy.

Fortunately, we have contained Pifu Dan, so that we will not be overwhelmed by the time. Nausea is different from person to person. If there is nothing psychologically, it will not be too disgusting physically. Both Sun Bingxin and I have big hearts, but they just feel stinky. Huang Xiaotao can't bear it. She covered her nose and stepped back. I waved: "You do something else first, don't stare here."

Huang Xiaotao said: "You are done and clean up!"

I ordered: "Come on, let's check the shit!"

Sun Bingxin smiled: "Don't say such disgusting words."

In the dog's stomach, that piece of meat is almost indigestible, and the dog's teeth have no chewing function, mainly cutting. The meat was swallowed whole, and I saw some white powder on it, which seemed to be Tetramine.

We put this piece of meat in the evidence bag and take it back for the technical team to deal with.

The next focus is on feces. I dipped it with a cotton swab and said: "The color is slightly darker, relatively soft, and there are no particles. I feel that this person has a weak internal fire and a poor liver. It should be caused by long-term smoking and drinking. "

Sun Bingxin picked up a small group and followed: "There are still shrimps, rice grains, and green peppers that have not been digested."

I said: "This person is a bit constipated. He should have stayed up all night for a long time, and his gastrointestinal motility is irregular. What I ate seems to be fried rice with shrimps."

Sun Bingxin nodded: "The shrimp is quite big."

We cut the belly of the other Tibetan mastiffs one by one. I saw that Sun Bingxin was indifferent throughout the whole process, and I was a little surprised: "You have such a good psychological quality, how did you cultivate it?"

Sun Bingxin said, "Isn't Song Yang brother too?"

I smiled and said: "The dead thing is an object in front of me. What is disgusting about the dead thing."

Sun Bingxin said: "We often take anatomy classes with other grades. The wicked and smoking senior sisters tell us all kinds of disgusting jokes. At first, I was so sick that I didn't want them. I vomited several times. , I gradually got used to it..."

I asked: "What disgusting jokes are there."

Sun Bingxin talked a few times, but I just smiled. Seeing that I was not affected, she offered a magic weapon: "Brother Song Yang, do you know that feces can be cured?"

I thought for a while and said: "In the Compendium of Materia Medica, it is written that a lot of animal feces are used as medicine."

Sun Bingxin shook his head and said that's not the case. Some people don't have probiotics in their intestines and cannot digest food. There is a probiotic therapy that breaks the stools of healthy people and pours them down. It is not through the mouth, but a nasal tube is inserted into the throat from the nasal cavity and into the intestines, and then a few kilograms of stool are poured in. In order to ensure the survival of the probiotics, it is still warm.

Speaking of this, Sun Bingxin laughed, tears came out of laughter, and I waved my hand: "Stop talking, I can't stand it anymore..."

Afterwards, we found a dark red liquid on a piece of feces, and Sun Bingxin was excited: "It's blood!" She immediately took a cotton swab and put it in the evidence bag. We finally had the DNA of one of the murderers. .

This work has no technical content. It is mainly tired. After we got up, we both had a sore back. Sun Bingxin said coquettishly, "Brother Song Yang, help me squeeze my shoulders!"

I said: "I'll help you later. Dispose of the dog's body first. Didn't you notice that others are walking around the two of us?"

The corpse of the Tibetan Mastiff was dead and heavy. I packed it in a bag, called a few policemen and dragged it outside, and found an unremarkable place to dig a hole and bury it on the spot. I took out a small incense burner and installed a piece of scented scent on Sun Bingxin and me to remove the odor.

I took out my phone to check some things, and Sun Bingxin said with her back to me, "Help me squeeze my shoulders!"

I said: "Wait a moment, I'm looking for takeaways nearby."

Sun Bingxin cried out in surprise: "You order takeaway here?"

I smiled and said: "The murderer has eaten fried rice with shrimps, it may be a takeaway order, but this place where the bird does not shit, usually the restaurant will not send it!"

I ordered all the shops with shrimp fried rice, confirmed the payment, put away the phone and ordered: "Turn here!"

Sun Bingxin bounced like a bunny and jumped in front of me. I stretched out my hand to pinch her shoulders, and Sun Bingxin closed his eyes and made a very comfortable sound. At this moment, Huang Xiaotao came over, and when she saw it, she made a silent gesture to me and told me to move away, and she squeezed it for Sun Bingxin.

After squeezing it twice, Sun Bingxin clearly felt something was wrong, and looked back: "Why did you change?"

Huang Xiaotao coldly hummed: "Any comments? You will enjoy it, doing this kind of thing during working hours!"

Sun Bingxin said: "We have completed the autopsy and found the DNA of a murderer."

At this time, my mobile phone rang, and dozens of restaurants said that the location was too unacceptable and returned the order. Only one was willing to take the order. This is a French restaurant with its own delivery staff.

I said, "I'm sorry I ordered one."

Huang Xiaotao has no interest in selling out: "You can eat it yourself, I don't have an appetite now."

At this time, the phone rang. It was from this store and told me that it was too biased to find it, so I was asked to go to a nearby reception station and wait for the delivery staff, which took about 20 minutes to arrive.

We were going to go there together. Huang Xiaotao ordered the others to clean up the scene and take the exhibits back for testing. Then the three of us got in the car.

We came to the reception station, and after a while, a takeaway arrived on a battery cart and asked: "Who ordered the shrimp fried rice?"

I said it was me. Huang Xiaotao showed his ID and said: "We are the police and we are investigating a case. Ask, have you delivered meals to this address before?"

The takeaway nodded: "Sent it!"

I asked: "Could you describe the appearance of the person who fetched the meal."

The delivery person recalled that the man was wrapped up very tightly. He couldn't see his appearance because it was night, but he could clearly tell from his hands and eyes that he was older, perhaps in his forties. I was a little surprised when I heard this description, which is not the same as my guess.

I asked: "How many meals are there for?"

The takeaway took out his mobile phone and flipped it to show us that the man ordered a meal for six, including fried rice, snail risotto, pasta, and beer, and ordered six utensils.

It seems that the picker was someone other than the four murderers. The takeaway complained that it was already dark at the time, and he wanted to go to this place where the birds did not **** to deliver the food. They were all worried along the way.

Tell him to send him a shrimp fried rice to run so far, I felt a little guilty, and gave him a hundred dollars: "Thanks for your hard work, this is a little intelligence fee."

The delivery staff was pleasantly surprised: "Is there any information fee? Thank you, I'm leaving now!"

He just stepped into the battery car, Huang Xiaotao received a text message, and she suddenly stopped the deliveryman after looking at the phone.