The forensic doctor who was temporarily attending Building 7, North Gate, No. 166 Fumen Street, is Mo Haiyou. The reason why he came to S City was actually because of Yun Yeyao and Xie Yunmeng. Since he recovered a little memory last time, Mo Haiyou has been very conflicted.

He loves Yun Yeyao, but Yan Muheng suddenly appears in his life and it is difficult to get rid of it. Besides, when it comes to the incident when he was a child, in a practical sense, after the end of Mrs. An Gu's case, he was completely out of touch with him. Why did he still endure Yan Muheng's harassment?

Just like now, Yan Muheng is circling around like a mosquito, Mo Haiyou is so cruel that he can't drive him away, even he himself finds it incredible.

With a handsome and beautiful face, Mo Hai turned the body over with his right hand, and the pliers in his hand began to extract skin debris from the wound behind him. Yan Muheng quickly handed over a bag of evidence.

"Please, pretend here." The tall man was even cautious in his speech, for fear that the forensic doctor would be unhappy and drive him away.

Mo Haiyou did not respond and continued to fiddle with the wounds of the body, but from the corner of his eyes he glanced at Yan Muheng from time to time.

‘Do I really know this person? It’s not another dream left over from the past, I probably won’t have those phantoms in the dark forest… Forget it, I’ll check it next time.’

It was obvious that Mo Haiyou was distracted again, and it was very thorough.

Xiao Xie, who was beside the two of them, couldn't help it. They had never said anything since they came in from Mo Hai right. What new clues had been found by the forensic doctor? Xiao Xie wanted to ask.

"Doctor Mo, is there any abnormality in the wound on the victim's back?"

"Uh..." Mo Haiyou was thinking about Yan Muheng's affairs. When he heard Xiao Xie's voice, he suddenly came to his senses and his ears became red. This problem was exactly the same as Yun Yeyao. Once he felt embarrassed or embarrassed in his heart, his ears would turn red.

But seeing that this is not the case in Yan Muheng's eyes, Yan Muheng does not have the confidence of Xie Yunmeng. This is already obvious in the two incidents of Mrs. Angu and Huozhao Hell House. As long as Mo Haiyou shows a little special thing to someone, he will not be able to control his anger and feel uncomfortable.

But it is no wonder. After all, Yan Muheng's only thought now is Mo Haiyou. He has experienced too many changes and needs someone to love him too much, so he is incomparable to Xie Yunmeng.

"Police Xie, please ask me if you have anything. I am Dr. Mo's assistant." Yan Muheng moved to Xiao Xie for some time and said with a smile.

However, his words were slapped in the face by Mo Hai, "He is not my assistant, we don't know him. Officer Xie, it is still difficult to judge the condition of the body at present, and there are some other clues in this room. I need to investigate it carefully. Can you take him to the first floor first and let me stay alone for a while."

"This is OK, Xiaoheng, let's go." Xiao Xie stood up and greeted Yan Muheng. Mo Haiyou's experience was much richer than theirs. Xiao Xie thought maybe he really needed to think quietly.

But Yan Muheng didn't seem to want to leave. He squatted there and motionlessly looked at Mo Haiyou. Xiao Xie actually felt like a loyal dog in the family was looking at the owner. He pulled Yan Muheng and reminded the two of them to go to the first floor to investigate. Yan Muheng had no choice but to accept such an arrangement.

Yan Muheng's back left was as loneliness as the past. Mo Haiyou felt instantly that he had done something excessive, and his eyes became soft when no one saw it. In the corner of his heart, Mo Haiyou still cared about Yan Muheng.

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The man took a last look at the second floor and confirmed if there were any missing places. In a short time, the investigator would start a comprehensive search here. It was impossible to say that it was impossible to be worried. No matter how carefully the confirmation was made, it would be impossible to guarantee 100% of the guarantee, and there was no omission at all.

But now everything is on the verge of the string, and the man can only pray that the investigator can be a little careless and ignore the key clues. This man does not commit crimes often. He controls his mood and slowly walks downstairs.

There is a clear difference between the first and second floors. It is divided into several parts. Turn left downstairs to see a restaurant. The restaurant is not big, rectangular, and crosses the restaurant a few steps. It is a studio with glass walls on all sides. It is said to be a studio, but in fact it is because there are small signs with these three characters on the door.

After entering, it was more like a study room, with nothing but tables, chairs and bookcases in the room. The man looked around in the restaurant and studio, and did not touch anything inside, so he walked out of the door.

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"Thank you, what are we going to do now?"

After a brief inspection of the first floor, Yan Muheng looked at the sky, and was still thinking about Mo Haiyou upstairs and wanted to go upstairs to help. He knew that Mo Haiyou had driven him down on purpose, and before the forensic doctor arrived, he had actually seen something and had always wanted to communicate with Mo Haiyou.

Xiao Xie paused for a while before asking, "Did you know the forensic doctor before?"

"Yes, but he lost some of his memory, so he didn't have a deep impression of me."

"Oh, no wonder, I think you are so enthusiastic, but he is very cold."

Yan Muheng said: "You can't say that either. Xiao Zuo is like this and won't be too enthusiastic."

"It seems that you were really familiar with each other before. You actually called him a nickname?" Xiao Xie teased.

Yan Muheng smiled and said, "That's not a nickname, that's another name for him, a name that only belongs to his family."

"Then you guys...I don't think you like him?"

Xiao Xie looked at Yan Muheng and hesitated to express his thoughts. Yan Muheng was silent for a long time before saying: "You seem to be very good at extending your imagination. It's the first time you meet. You only have so many questions, but this kind of problem will make people misunderstand in public."

"Uh, sorry."

Although he apologized, a trace of disdain flashed in Xiao Xie's eyes. Yan Muheng could see clearly. He didn't care. He just stood by the door of the villa, waiting for Mo Haiyou, while Xiao Xie arranged his own work.

The conversation between several people seems to be centering on irrelevant issues, but in fact, everyone's character and secrets are gradually being revealed.

After Xiao Xie arranged the work at the door, he looked back and saw that Yan Muheng was gone. It seemed that this guy could not help but go to find the forensic doctor upstairs. Xiao Xie asked the police officers from the outside to stand by and entered the villa again. He always felt a little relieved. After all, this was the first time that the two of them had seen each other today, and even if they had documents, they could not make people feel at ease.

When he returned to the villa, Xiao Xie called the police station leader, reporting on work and listening to the movements upstairs. He did not go up immediately, for fear of affecting Mo Haiyou's work.

Yan Muheng did return to the upper floor, but not for Mo Haiyou, but for some clues he found. Yan Muheng always felt that he should tell Mo Haiyou in detail what he thought of. No matter whether the other party found it or not, he could always help.

On the second floor of the villa

"Tell me, what clues do you want to provide?" Mo Haiyou looked at Yan Muheng with rare eyes, and his face was still as cold as it was.

Yan Muheng said: "First of all, the pen holder is very strange. The pen holder is made of ceramics. I once made handmade ceramics for a while. These pen holders are obviously made by non-professional people, and the pigments are not professional."

"Ceramics are glazed during firing. There is a color in the pigment called 'Golden Red', which contains 15% gold. In layman's terms, it means that there is a flash of gold in red, which is relatively expensive. But before you came, I carefully observed the pen holder. It is certain that the pattern on it was painted on acrylic paint and was painted on the finished product. The outer layer is made of nail polish protective color. If you don't believe it, you can smell it. It smells like banana water."

"What else?"

Mo Haiyou stood there, wrapped his hands in front of his chest, and continued to ask. He believed that what Yan Muheng said was true, but the other party had not said what the pen holder had to do with the murder.

Yan Muheng walked to the front of the long table, pointed to one of the pen holders and said, "I actually noticed the paper rolls in the pen holder at the beginning. These paper rolls look like pens from a distance. Only by looking at them close can you see that they are made of paper. People who don't care can easily ignore them. Sorry, I'm not saying you are careless, but because of my past professional habits, I took a few more glances at the pen holder."

"The pen holder and the paper rolls made into pencils cannot be made in a day or two. And looking at the dust on the paper rolls and pencils, it means that no one has touched them for a long time. I think the hired workers here will never wipe the pen holder every day, or the owner will not let the hired workers make things themselves. You will know this later if you ask the witnesses."

"My guess is that the murderer knows that the owner has a hobby of making these gadgets, so he treats them as a medium for hiding murder weapons. Of course, I am not sure what I say now, because without the consent of the detective, I dare not touch the evidence on the scene without authorization."

"I'm guessing that the victim's chest was obviously caused by a slender meat-cutter in the kitchen, and there were many white debris on the edge of the wound that could hardly be distinguished by the naked eye. I..."

Yan Muheng said this, Mo Haiyou suddenly interrupted him and asked seriously: "You have come secretly before Officer Xie entered the scene, right? And you have checked the body."

“…I’m sorry, it’s true.”

"Why do this? An auxiliary police officer does not have the right to investigate the scene separately unless it is a special situation." Mo Haiyou's cold eyes were not at all emotional. He even frowned and said to Yan Muheng: "Those white debris cannot be seen without getting close to the corpse, and they are concentrated behind the corpse. You must have moved the corpse. I just collected two or three clear fingerprints on the back of the corpse, and there were also one side of the shoulder. It was initially judged that it might be the fingerprints of the same person."

"But elsewhere, the murderer left no trace, and even the wine-filled floor was not found, and no footprints were found. I think those fingerprints were left by you, right? Not only did you act illegally, but you also did not wear gloves to move the body. I wonder if this would damage the scene?"

Faced with Mo Haiyou's questioning, Yan Muheng had no reason to refute. He had indeed done something illegal and should have been scolded, so he stood in front of Mo Haiyou with his head down, as if waiting for a fall.

Seeing the tall man in front of him look obedient and thinking about his past vigor, Mo Haiyou's heart couldn't help but soften. For some reason, he was always soft-hearted to this man and didn't look like himself at all.

He asked, "Did Officer Xie find out?"

"!You... care about me?" Yan Muheng couldn't help but widen his eyes, and a hint of surprise appeared in his pupils.

Mo Haiyou avoided his eyes and said, "You have just started working, and the clues you found should be useful for solving the case. I think you can forgive this time, but you must not be next time."

"Yes! There will definitely be no next time!" Yan Muheng quickly promised, and a trace of surprise instantly turned into joy on his face.

The forensic doctor did not look at his expression and signaled him to continue speaking.

At this moment, Xiao Xie, who was downstairs, felt a little sad when he heard the conversation between the two. It seemed that the auxiliary police officer was not simple. He must have grasped something and told the police. So Xiao Xie decided to continue listening and not go upstairs for the time being.

Yan Muheng said: "I think these white debris are like paper confetti, but even if the paper is rolled tightly, it is impossible to penetrate the human body unless something is wrapped inside. So I wondered if the murderer would fold the paper into a knife, then stuff it into a hard object to use it as a weapon. The paper is just burned, and those hard objects, perhaps something in the house, will be put back to its original place afterwards, and will not be able to see the flaws?"

"According to what you said, you suspect that the murderer is an acquaintance of the victim, and perhaps the person who lives in this family." Mo Haiyou said.

"Yes, that's it. The murderer is familiar with the victim's habits and the location of the things in the house. I think even if he is not a person living here, he must have the opportunity to come and play often." Yan Muheng said: "He may have been learning handmade with the victim to gain trust, and then looking for opportunities to kill people."

‘Have you been learning handmade with the old screenwriter to gain trust?’ Xiao Xie downstairs muttered softly, his expression seemed to have become more focused, as if he had thought of a suitable suspect.

Mo Hai walked right to the front of the pen holder, and he pulled down the plastic gloves stained with blood, then took out the paper pencils from the pen holder one by one with his hands wearing clean gloves, and held them in the palm of his hand. Suddenly, his clear eyes flashed slightly, and he handed one of the paper rolls to Yan Muheng and said, "Tear it apart."

"Yes, but I don't have gloves."

“I have it on the edge of my black handbag, go get it.”

"good."

Yan Muheng hurriedly took the white gloves and put them on, then took the paper roll in Mo Hai's right hand. One corner of the paper roll was glued firmly with glue. He could only tear the glue where it stuck, and then spread the paper roll bit by bit.

When the paper spreads to the end, a metal object fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"What is this?" Yan Muheng bent down and picked it up. He was wearing a slender metal accessories, like a blade, but it was a bit different from the blade.

"What kind of accessories should be on top of this?" Yan Muheng asked.

"This is the back of the knife for assembling the knife, and it should have been covered with blood. Although the murderer wiped it, it was not wiped cleanly. There are all things in these paper rolls. We will tell if we take apart."

The two of them quickly took apart the paper rolls in Mo Hai's right hand. There were eleven paper rolls in total. The things inside were indeed in the shape of a meat-cutting knife. However, this meat-cutting knife had no handle, and even the upper part of the blade body was only.

Mo Haiyou said: "The handle of the knife doesn't matter. Anything that is worthy can be replaced, but half of the missing blade body must be found, and there must be clues on it."

"I'll send police officers to find them right away. Can this half knife be taken back to the police station immediately?" Xiao Xie walked up from downstairs and said.

Mo Haiyou thought for a while and said, "I haven't figured out some things yet, so I'll put the knife on me for the time being. Just wait for me to take it back."

"Okay, and Yan Muheng, the witnesses' family members were a little excited. You go and comfort me first, just help Dr. Mo."

Yan Muheng hesitated. He had not told Mo Haiyou all about his discovery, so he was unwilling to move his steps and waited for the forensic doctor to speak.

Mo Haiyou didn't care at all whether he stayed here. He turned around and walked back to the side of the body and asked, "Police Xie, have your on-site forensic personnel not arrived yet? The efficiency is too slow. I can just be alone here. Please urge the on-site personnel to come as soon as possible."

His meaning was obviously to ask both of them to leave. This was the second time Mo Haiyou drove people away, but what he said was not wrong. The on-site forensic personnel from the local police station should not be less than at this time.

Xiao Xie had no choice but to answer, took out his cell phone and continued to call the police station, while Yan Muheng turned around and went downstairs three times. His eyes were strangely not on the right side of Mo Hai, but on Xiao Xie's back.
Chapter completed!