Put on a white coat and a white hat, the sweet man looked around and laughed: "Hey, we are all Muslims."

The instructor warned him: "You can joke about Christians, you can joke about Buddhists, but don't joke about Muslims, otherwise your police career will not be long."

The sweet man nodded and said, "I know, I have seen their excellence when I was in Afghanistan."

Instead of going to the morgue, they went straight into the morgue. The instructors watched them enter at the door. Wang Bo asked, "Instructor, please."

The instructors smiled and said, "No, we don't need it. You can enjoy it in there and wish you all the best."

"Shete." The students whispered in private.

The mortar room is an underground hall. The temperature is very low after walking in. This time, Wang Bo felt that the wind blowing was definitely a cold wind, but Uncle Bing shook his head: "What kind of cold wind is it? The temperature in the mortar room is much lower than outside, otherwise the corpse will rot too quickly."

Fighting against the cold wind, they walked through the corridor. There were some small rooms on both sides of the corridor, all with doors closed, so they didn't know what they were used for.

At the end of the corridor are some thick plastic door curtains. When you open the door curtains, you will officially enter the mortar hall.

Compared with the corridor, the temperature inside was lower. Wang Bo lifted the curtain and felt like he was entering an ice cave.

Asulu also trembled for a few times and said to Wang Bo, "Boss, it's colder than the cold storage in the ranch."

There are several movable stainless steel countertops in the hall, and fixed countertops against the wall, some with tools on it, and some with corpses.

Wang Bo counted and whispered: "There are twenty corpses in total, where do so many of them come from?"

At this time, the curtains trembled, and five or six people wearing white coats and masks walked in. They walked silently, and they seemed terrifying in cooperation with this environment.

"Are these five doctors?" Brother Bing asked in a low voice.

Asulu said: "These are six."

Wang Bo and others all showed surprise expressions: "How could it be six? There are obviously five people, look, one, two, three, four, five..."

Asulu suddenly became anxious and pointed to a short white coat on the edge and said, "No, there is another one here, can't you see it?"

Wang Bo and Bing Ge looked over, their faces full of confusion.

Now, the Maori big man almost knelt on the ground when his knees became weak.

Uncle Bing pushed the two of them and said, "Okay, don't scare Astulu, everyone should be serious."

Asulu suddenly turned angry, and the soldier shrugged and muttered, "Who knows he is so timid!"

"I'm not timid, I'm afraid of ghosts!" Astulu argued.

A forensic doctor walked out and said, "Everyone wait for a while, wait for the students from the medical school. You can take a look here first, get familiar with the environment, and see if there are any projects you are interested in."

The students burst into laughter: "Are interested in these things? Forget it?"

Wang Bo has never seen a corpse in reality. Sunset Town is not bad, and there has never been a murder case, so he is also frightened in this environment.

Without seeing each other, he and Astulu and others gathered together to chat.

Ten minutes later, another twenty or thirty white coats came in. Needless to say, these are students from the medical school.

Brother Bing encouraged him, "Count how many people?"

Uncle Bing frowned: "Gerard, you've got enough, I'm angry!"

Brother Bing spread his hands out of helplessness and said nothing more.

A tall forensic doctor grouped them, one student paired with a medical student, and then two groups of one body.

This also gives out a few extra corpses. These are not used for class, but for forensics. Among the six forensics, the largest one is an instructor, and the others are normal workers.

Wang Bo was very unlucky. The corpse assigned to him was killed. His head and chest were stained with blood, his eyes were wide open, but his pupils spread and his eyes looked terrifying.

The forensic instructor said: "As we all know, in our country, once abnormal death occurs, the body must be transported to the forensic office for examination under the supervision of the police. Generally,..."

"Ah! Fake! Ah! Help!" A scream suddenly sounded, and the students stepped back and screamed.

The little courage that Wang Bo had finally accumulated to deal with this corpse disappeared in their screams.

"What's wrong?" the instructor asked angrily.

A student pointed at the corpse tremblingly and said, "His hand has moved just now, we have all seen it, right? You saw the hand of the corpse that has been moved!"

The people next to them nodded: "Really, teacher, the hands of the corpse trembled twice, which was very large!"

Asulu was shorter, and Wang Bo probably was watching on his knees.

The instructor went over and looked, pinched the arms, fingers and other parts of the body, opened the skin on the back of the hand with a scalpel, and said, "It's okay."

"It's okay?" The students were dissatisfied.

The instructor said: "Often the corpse will produce a lot of gas inside the process of rotting, so the corpse will expand. At this time, the hands and legs will slightly extend to both sides, and the five fingers will also swell, as if the corpse is moving."

"How is it possible? The corpse is not dominated by the brain, and how can the limbs cause varying degrees of bending or straightening? The brain of the corpse has long been dead." Someone complained.

The instructor looked at him and said, "You came from the police academy, aren't you?"

The student said, "Uh, yes, how do you know?"

Everyone wears the same clothes, white coats, white hats, and masks on their faces, so it is really difficult to distinguish their identities.

The instructor said: "Because medical students will not say such unscientific words."

Wang Bo couldn't say it, and the knee reflex did not require the brain to participate, and the limbs could move.

After a pause, the instructor continued, "It just so happens that I plan to tell you about the supernatural reaction today, so let's take this opportunity to talk about it."

"The so-called hypergenetic reaction refers to the fact that the tissues, organs and cells still maintain their vitality after death and still have a certain response to stimulation. For example, within a few hours after death, skeletal muscles still contract under mechanical stimulation, pupil dilation or pupil shrinkage reactions, intestinal peristalsis and sperm motility. This is very important for forensics and can be used to infer the time of death."

Everyone took out their notebooks and started recording.

The instructor waved and said, "Don't worry about recording. The things you wrote down are useless. Come to me and I'll dissect this fresh corpse for you to see the supernatural reactions hidden in it."

Asulu gained money again, and the instructor pointed at him and said, "You are too tall and strong, stand at the end of the team, otherwise it will block everyone's view. You, your figure is standing forward."
Chapter completed!