The car stopped in front of a small white building. There were many police cars parked in front of the room, and yellow cordons were loaded around. There were many police officers coming in and out. Some people were busy collecting evidence on the lawn in front of the door with cameras. She was from a police officer academy, and her father and brother were both policemen. She often liked to watch American TV series, so she was very familiar with this scene.

"It's here," Nick parked the car and opened the door for her. "Your uncle should be still in the house, you have to wait a moment."

Ning Ling nodded, glanced around, and there were many people standing not far from the cordon, pointing and talking, and it was probably the residents around him. Several medical staff were pushing out several carts from the house, with three large and one small, and four body bags. Judging from the size of the body bag, it should be three adults and one child. After that cart, a middle-aged man walked out. He had short black hair and a white shirt, and his face showed his Asian bloodline.

"Uncle!" Ning Ling shouted immediately when she saw him, ran towards him, and was stopped by the police officer standing outside the cordon.

"It's okay, she came with me and was Dr. Ning's niece. Let her go in." Nick walked up and said.

The officer nodded and raised the cordon for her.

"Uncle," Ning Ling didn't care about thanking her, and walked directly to the middle-aged man and hugged him, "Ning Ling misses you so much." The middle-aged man was Ning Ling's uncle, Ning Jun, the chief forensic doctor in New York, but everyone called him Dr. Cott here.

"My little Lingling is here," the middle-aged man hugged her happily, "Let the uncle see." He looked at her carefully, "The people said, 'The girl changed so much, my Ning Ling is getting more and more beautiful, and my uncle almost couldn't recognize you," Ning Jun pinched her face in a doting manner, "I guess there is not a single boy chasing you at school, and there is also a row?" Perhaps it was affected by being in the United States for a long time, and his words also brought the American straightforwardness.

Ning Ling pursed and shrugged: "It's a pity that they are not my dad!"

"You always choose your boyfriend according to your father's standards, be careful to let the good boy slip away." Ning Jun said with a smile. Suddenly he thought of something and waved to stop a cart. "It just so happens that Ning Ling, uncle will test you today to see if your forensic science has deteriorated in the past few years. Please help uncle see this body and speculate that there is a cause of death." He said that, and handed her a pair of plastic gloves.

"You test me again?" Ning Ling grimaced at him, "Every time I come to the United States, you do this trick!" She said, but skillfully put on plastic gloves, walked to the cart designated by her uncle, and unzipped the body bag on the cart.

The bag was a woman's body, her face was covered with blood, and there were dozens of wounds on her body and head, and each wound was fatal. It is conceivable that the murderer must be extremely angry when he killed her.

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Ning Ling's expression instantly became solemn and solemn. She gently fiddled with the corpse. After a moment, she looked at her uncle: "Can I see a few other corpses?"

Ning Jun nodded, Ning Ling walked to the other three corpses, carefully examined the corpses, and then said: "The first one to be killed should be the old lady, the second one to be the father, the third one to be the mother, and the last one to be the daughter. The time of the killing was only about five minutes different, and the time of death should be between 1:00 a.m. today and three o'clock.

As for the weapon, the daughter and father were shot, the old lady was killed by a dagger, and the hostess…” She paused, glanced at the people around her for a while before saying, “It was first stabbed by the dagger. Perhaps because she resisted, she knocked down the murderer’s dagger, so the murderer picked up other things and stabbed her. I think there are more than one murderer, one of them must be a woman, maybe the hostess’ love rival, or the like.”

"How did you see it?" A surprised male voice sounded. Ning Ling raised her head and looked at him. In front of her was a typical American man, about sixty years old, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, but there was a sense of wisdom and vicissitudes between her eyebrows.

"Because the hostess was stabbed many times, most of them were on the face," Ning Ling replied without thinking. "Women will only become so irrational and cruel when dealing with their rivals. Because she thinks that the hostess' existence has hindered her, she spreads all the anger on her. The murderer must have some emotional entanglements with the male host!" The mistress has never distinguished nationality, especially in the open United States, which is a profession.

"Then how did you know there were two murderers?"

"Because my daughter was clean and someone changed into pajamas. If the murderer was really just a woman, how could she show mercy to her rival's daughter? Moreover, there was no blood stain on the child's pajamas, and she should have been replaced after she was shot. A crazy woman would never do this. I don't think she would suddenly become maternal."

"What I said is," Ning Jun touched, "but the detailed situation has to be done after the autopsy before we know that the murderer can't be found by reasoning alone," he concluded with a familiar sentence, "'There is only one truth'."

Ning Ling rolled her eyes: "Uncle, you are still watching "Detective Conan", that's already outdated."

Everyone present laughed. The man who asked Ning Ling's question just now smiled and patted Ning Jun on the shoulder, "Grade is better than the blue." Kurt, you have someone to succeed."

Ning Jun smiled and was about to speak when a very dissonant voice sounded: "Uncle, I'm hungry, how can I eat? The food on the plane is very unpalatable!"
Chapter completed!