Once he acted, Hollerway was indeed the best surgeon in New York.
Originally, he was still emotional and couldn't help himself just now, so he immediately lifted the corpse and put it on the autopsy table, and the hand holding the knife didn't even tremble.
In the white, shadowless light, he avoided the bullet holes in the corpse's chest and made a standard Y-shaped incision, then reached into his ribcage to look for marks left on organs or bones.
Maybe it was a piece of shrapnel, maybe it was a scratch on a bone, he didn't know what he was looking for, but the tools that took people's lives in this era were relatively simple.
Su Ming was still smoking on the side, and he calmly watched the flesh and fat churning under the silver-white blade.
Over the years, he had only controlled his bloodlust through limited killing and music, and he was about to be able to kill aggressively, and he felt something to look forward to.
Dr.
Holloway didn't notice the strange expression on Su Ming's face, and he looked intently between his hands.
The phantom bullet was shot in the chest five times, and there were no burn marks near the wound, indicating that the shot was fired from a distance.
The area where the bullets hit is relatively dense, and the five shots are almost scattered in an area less than the size of a fist, indicating that the killer has superb marksmanship.
One shot hit the heart, followed by all four shots hitting either the aorta or pulmonary artery, and the phantom shot fell.
The bullets were all hit from the chest and pierced from behind, which relieved the doctor that at least the hero was not killed by someone he trusted.
But now it is impossible to explain the surprised look on Phantom Bullet's face, and why he has no way to fight back, there is no gunsmoke reaction in the corpse's hands, and he doesn't fire a single shot.
But fortunately, the doctor is not alone now, his debut time is too short, and he never even thought that masked people can actually cooperate with others.
The appearance of the death knell opens a new door for him, such as a small team, where like-minded masked people can unite and learn from each other's strengths.
Of course, the less cooperation with government scavengers, the better All he had to do now was gather his findings, tell Knell some results and data, and see what he thought.
After stitching up the wound, he pulled over the sprinkler head to clean the various parts of the corpse, collecting the aqueous solution for chemical analysis.
The action is also fast.
Su Ming had planned to give him half an hour, but in fact it was only a little over ten minutes, and Holleway put the body back in the body locker.
"Got a result?"
Su Ming took the stack of papers he handed over, this is a doctor's occupational disease, right?
In fact, it's enough to dictate the conclusion, why do you produce a paper report to me?
What do the charts and values mean above, and who can read them?
Holleway shrugged as well, following the forensic process exactly, only to realize that he was still wearing a mask.
"The frontal shot of a professional killer, the modified firearm fired five shots in an instant, and the bullet should be 9, which is very clean and neat, and no clues can be seen from the body."
He paused, looked at the cabinet where the corpse was placed again, and sighed: "There are traces of the corpse being moved, and it is the scene of the dumping of the corpse, but I found clues in his hair and the soles of his shoes. ” Su Ming picked his chin and motioned for the two to return to the roof of the building to evacuate: "Say, what did you find?"
” "He had a rust on his cloak, which I examined and observed, which contained halogens and several dead algae cells."
Hollerway's expression was serious, and the two walked briskly in the empty stairwell: "And the soles of his shoes, he stepped on a special compound before his death, carbodiamine. ” Su Ming snuffed out the cigarette butt and put it away, and put his mask back on: "If I'm not mistaken, this seems to be a kind of fertilizer?"
” Holleway nodded, not many people knew about this thing, but Deathstroke was right: "Yes, 2h4o, commonly known as urea." ” "Interesting, there are many uses for chemical fertilizers, but the most famous use of nitrogen fertilizers is to make explosives, maybe he found someone on the beach or on a boat who was planning to do something big."
They returned to the roof, Su Ming threw the hook again, and the two of them moved between the roofs.
"It doesn't have to be by the sea or on a boat, New York is a seaside city, and these seaweed cells are widely distributed in all kinds of water bodies, and I'm not an expert in algae biology, so I can't give a more detailed breakdown, and if there's a heavy rain or a strong wind, they can even drift with the wind almost anywhere."
Dr.
Holloway added that if he wanted to follow up on the lead, he thought it would be better to see if he could find the same batch of fertilizer, which was easier to locate than algae.
Su Ming shook his head, he had wanted to find some direct evidence from the corpse, such as a killing method or weapon with personal characteristics.
But whether it is seaweed or fertilizer, these two clues are looking for a needle in a haystack, and they are simply not enough to investigate, at least the current level of science and technology does not support their investigation.
"We don't follow these two clues, the other one you said first is the most useful."
Su Ming had actually seen the reporter's name in the comics, but it was very different from the current one.
Past information can only be used selectively, and it was only after many parties confirmed that it was the person in the impression that the next step was to make contact.
Now only the information that has been investigated by oneself can be trusted.
Dr.
Hollerway muttered, "You mean his true identity?"
” "Yes, although I don't know him, I once took another reporter with her for a while, and she likes to write down things and clues in her little notebook, even if she has a video camera and a voice recorder."
Su Ming and the doctor returned to the car, Gin drove away, the scenery outside the car window flew by, the two began to change their uniforms, and then they needed to keep a low profile.
"What's that?"
Hollerway looked confused, is the camera the kind of big guy used to make movies?
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Can a female journalist take that?
And what about a voice recorder?
No matter how you think about the recording and the pen, it is also something that does not match.
"Don't worry about the details."
Su Ming waved his hand, signaling him not to think about it, since the Twin Gunmen hadn't said these things, he didn't want to explain to the doctor: "In short, this is the reporter's occupational disease, they must all have a small notebook to record their whereabouts and tasks." ” "I didn't find him just now."
Hollerway showed an excited expression, in the past reporters interviewed, they were indeed holding notebooks.
"So now that you know his real name, we can find out his address, and now the book is not on his own, either in the editorial office of the daily Clarion or at his house."
Su Ming changed back into a suit and coat, straightened his hair, resumed his rich man's style, and toasted the doctor with his drink.
Holleway also raised his glass, he really needed to take a sip and calm down.
"It's almost impossible to have a newspaper, you know, the office is very fierce, and if you write down the news you follow in a notebook and put it in an office shared by dozens of people, then soon the news will be okay with you."
The doctor reminded that there is hidden competition in any industry, let alone a time-sensitive profession like journalism.
News is money, and if you don't have news, you're hungry, and this struggle is much more intense.
Su Ming also nodded, and praised Holleway, he is much stronger than those people in Zhenglian, at least he can think independently, right?
He smiled and raised his glass full of golden wine to the doctor, "Yes, so now let's go back to my territory and see if this poor reporter is my client." ” P Meiman Knell 48302dexhtp