"Beautiful?" Shibokao held a photo of the deceased leaving behind the dead and placed on the head of the bed.

In the photo, an Asian face with long black hair and a sweet smile.

"It's okay, I should be young and lively." Okata put down the photo, looked at Shibasato, and said strangely: "Do you actually care about this?"

"Then what are you watching?" Shibao fired back coldly.

"There are some strange things about this photo at the next date." Okata replied.

Shibo looked at the photo and asked suspiciously: "What's so strange?"

"This photo does not seem to be complete, but was deliberately cut off and divided into two parts." Okata's fingertips gently touched one side of the photo, and the detailed and unevenness was uneven.

"you mean?"

"Since the photo was still here after the deceased was killed and not taken away. Moreover, when the police recorded the confession, the person in the same dormitory did not identify the weirdness of half of the photos. This means that the photos were originally separated, and the deceased hung the half of the photos on the head of the bed."

"What does that mean?"

"The date on the photo was last year, and last year was her first semester of joining Columbia University, which means that the content of her partner was extremely likely to be someone she met during college."

"This person is very likely the deceased's boyfriend, and he has not broken up." Okata said with a smile.

Shibo asked in a suspicious tone: "How do you see this?"

"If we break up, the photos should be torn off, not cut off, and they will not be left on the head of the bed. The deceased may still be thinking about the deceased. However, there are some reasons. We can only hang this part of our photos here so that others can not know their relationship. The other half of the photos should be in the deceased's close wallet, but when it comes to the key evidence of the case, it should be investigated by the police."

"But after saying so much, what is the result of your inference?" Shibo asked directly.

Okata smiled, his eyes flashing: "If the police collected these half of the photos at the scene of the crime, it means I was thinking too much. If not... Eighty percent possibility is that the murderer is the person taken by the other half of the photos, that is, the deceased's boyfriend."

Shibao couldn't imagine how Okao thought. Such a logical structure could make the investigation team that the police had come to secretly ashamed.

Okara squatted down and checked under the bed to see if there was any missing place he had missed.

"Okata, what did you find?" Shibo asked hurriedly when he saw some residue twisting up his fingertips.

Okara raised his head and looked at her and replied, "It's Tobacco... Hum?" He said. He suddenly thought of something and looked at Shiba in surprise. This woman who had never faced his name.

If he had heard nothing wrong just now, Shibao did call him "Okara". Since the meeting between the two of them, her name for herself has been on the vague names of "you, that..."

Now that he heard her call out her name directly, Okata felt that the distance between her seemed to be shrinking a lot, at least he would no longer feel as stiff and rigid as two irrelevant strangers.

"Tobacco?" Shibao frowned slightly, and looked at Okata carefully sniffing the residue. She believed that the man's judgment would not be wrong. However, the dormitory building of Columbia University explicitly prohibits students from smoking while at school, so it is impossible to find such things here.

Shibo stood up again and asked, "Is it the murderer carrying it?"

"No, these tobacco residues seem to have fallen here for a long time," Okabaya replied slowly. His brain moved quickly and his eyes moved around the things around him: "The deceased should have a history of smoking, so there are slight yellowing near her bedside. Moreover, among these scattered cosmetics, there is mint water specially used to clear the throat, which seems to be used to block the odor."

"So what?" Shibao now needs to listen to Ogata continue to talk, because it is like a mountain. She used to think that biology and forensic science are the critical points of two academic studies, and as long as it is used properly, it can be changed freely. But now looking at Ogata, who is confident and confident, she gradually feels that she has underestimated the other party's major. Although biology can be used to make drugs and study some physiological issues, the most direct way to apply it in cases is forensics!

Okabaya's eyes turned, pointing to the traces of saliva on the sheets, and said lightly: "Only smokers always feel that their throats are dry, thirsty and itchy, so most smokers have a habit, that is, there is a lot of sticky phlegm."

"The deceased's saliva mark left on the sheet during the incident was not the stains of ordinary saliva, but the uneven decomposition range. This shows that the traces left on the sheet were relatively viscous and slightly yellow, based on the understanding of the word "phlegm". In the ideology of "uncontrollable", the deceased's mouth flowed out of the phlegm that should have been "self-controlled", rather than simple saliva!"

Ogata sorted out his thoughts and looked at Shiba's eyes: "Usually spitting is a selective physiological reaction made under the control of my thinking consciousness. This is not an absolute and inevitable reflex. Most saliva will unconsciously make physiological reflexes similar to tears in the basic health of normal people. The difference between the two is... The former means that the deceased maintains a certain consciousness in this process. The latter can only mean that the deceased was sentenced to death in a coma."

"What do you mean is the deceased who was sober at the time of the incident?" Shibao asked hurriedly.

Okabaya shook his head and explained: "There is another possibility. The respiratory tract of the deceased has a disease, and the dirty things accumulated in his throat will run out uncontrollably."

"But I heard that the deceased had no respiratory disease like you mentioned except heart disease." Shibao thought about something and said in detail.

"So, what the facts require is not only to look at with your eyes, but also to have real contact with the dead body before I can make more detailed and accurate inferences." Okabaya smiled faintly.

Zhibao nodded, and she also knew that it was very difficult to just let a forensic doctor compare the crime scene and analyze the case.

But then again, witnessing her with her own eyes that he could analyze with just a few things and complete the inference that was of great help to the development of the case, it still shocked her heart.

"What should we do next?" Before we knew it, Zhibao was seeking the opinions of the party.

Because of talent, in this world, you can win the respect and admiration of others.

"Hey, it seems that it is necessary to go to the police station." Okabaya sighed first, and then said relaxedly.

Shibo looked at him and whispered: "Why are you so attentive? You must know that the dead people have nothing to do with me, and there is nothing to do with you!"

"When I came here, since I knew she was killed, I had to interfere to the end... There is no way. I am a forensic doctor who needs internship experience!" Okabaya smiled slightly and blinked at Shibao in front of me.

Shibao was stunned and suddenly said, "You are the first forensic doctor I know and the most boring forensic doctor."

"Is this praising me or damaging me?" Okata certainly knew what Shibo said in his words, but he couldn't help asking tentatively.

Shiba glanced at Okata and said angrily: "You can do whatever you think."

Okabaya watched her look at her ignoring herself and walked out.

Why did you hear some other flavors when you say this?

Coquettish?

How is that possible? That's Miyano Shiho!

Okara took a last look at the crime scene, his eyes stayed on something for a long time, and then came to his senses and caught up with Shibo, who had walked a long way out.

......

"The police station will not let you intervene in this case casually or conduct autopsy." Shibo walked on the road and said to Okata beside him.

Upon hearing this, Ogata replied without comment: "So it takes a lot of trouble."

"Oh." Shibo glanced at it and slowly remembered that the man seemed to have said that he had dealt with the police a lot over the years, and it seemed that he had a way to solve this problem.

As Okao walked, he suddenly thought of something.

"You have asked me so much, and there is something I want to know too." Okata asked.

Shiba asked back: "What?"

"What's my name in your address book?" Okabaya said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Zhibao replied coldly: "Male classmate."

"ha?"

Okara looked at her in shock.

Shiba stopped talking because there were only six people in her address book. During the second week when Okao insisted on sending text messages to harass her every day, she hesitated to save his phone number into her phone and saved an extremely recognizable name "Male Classmate"!

Walking out of the campus gate, Ogata and Shibo were waiting for the taxi.

"Okata." Shibao opened his mouth gently.

Okata looked at her, but in short, Shibo called her name and would feel happy.

"Where is my name?"

"What?"

"Address Book." Shibo was still indifferent, but his eyes looked at Okata without any hesitation.

Okao was stunned, then reacted, slowly took out his cell phone, found a number, and then showed Shibo the illuminated screen.

"Shibo."

"Oh." Her reaction was very plain.

Okara Shiran took back his cell phone.

"The person who knows me never calls me Shibao." She stood by silently and spoke calmly.

Okaba asked curiously: "What are you calling me?"

"Just call me Shibao, it's great." She said. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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