48 Hours a Day

The body... is in the hands of the police, of course.

Unusual deaths generally involve autopsies to identify fatal injuries.

However, in a similar case, the cause of death was very obvious and no further autopsy by a forensic physician was required, but the body had not yet been returned to the family for the time being and had been deposited in a funeral home.

The body of the criminal case, even the family did not want to see it, and Zhang Heng did not want to have others around during the examination of the body, so he waited until evening before returning with Baqing after the funeral home was closed.

Zhang Heng said to Bai Qingdao, “Wait for me outside. ”

The latter sniffed and bit her lip, "I'm coming with you, and I want to see her again. ”

“I don't think it would be wise to get another stimulus, let alone sneak in this time.” Zhang Hengdao.

“I changed my sneakers.” Bai Qingdao.

Zhang Heng turned around and saw Bai Qing's firm eyes. The latter said, "I must see it with my own eyes in order to truly believe what you said. ”

Zhang Heng thought, “Okay, then follow me. ”

The two of them have visited the road once during the day, probably because of the specificity of their industry, the funeral home is rarely visited by thieves or anything, so the level of security here is average. Although there are also cameras, they are mainly in the ashes hall, as some families prefer to place objects used by the deceased during their lifetime, including necklaces, rings, bracelets, etc.

There will also be some security guards on night patrols.

Zhang Heng overturned the low wall, landed behind the green belt, then reached out, caught Bai Qing who jumped off the wall after, the two men passed through a small flower garden, directly ahead is the main building of the funeral home, facing the flower garden is a high-end memorial hall, behind is the spiritual guard hall, but by now the door of the memorial hall has been locked.

Zhang Heng and Bai Qing circled the corridor from where they broke a window and slipped in. From here you can walk all the way to the cremation workshop and there is only one broken camera along the way.

The mornings funeral home looked quiet without the hustle and bustle of the day.

At its busiest hour, commencing at 7 a.m., two high-end halls, six middle halls, and two general halls held almost uninterrupted memorials throughout the day, and it was said that the poor and the rich were the same when they died.

That is not exactly true in the strict sense of the word.

For those attending the memorial service alone, there are often hundreds of people, and the high-end hall is almost impossible to stand in. No matter how far away you are unfamiliar, you will come to show your face and send a wreath, and there will be some grass in the general hall. Only a few of your closest relatives are there, and it looks cold and clear.

From spiritual halls to funeral vehicles, wrappers, cemeteries, every service is charged, and 369 equivalents, as if to imply that this world filled with black humor is filled with a strong class from birth to death.

One cannot help but believe that human beings are born unequal, as well as after death.

Zhang Heng and Bai Qing walked lightly across the corridor.

When they heard footsteps coming from afar, they stopped and temporarily hid in the makeup room beside them. This is where the jockeys work. The corpses are usually cleansed by jockeys before cremation in an effort to leave in the most beautiful image.

Now there is no one inside, only a few iron rack cars are placed inside, Zhang Heng and Baiqing hid behind a rack car against the wall. Waiting for the outside footsteps to get closer, Zhang Heng can sense that Baqing's breathing became impatient, and probably something came to mind. Her emotions became a little unstable, and the whole person began to tremble again.

Seeing her footsteps getting closer and closer, Zhang Heng hesitated and had to reach out and hold her in his arms.

Zhang Heng can feel Baiqing holding back from crying. She buried her face in Zhang Heng's chest. Her shoulders shrugged slightly. Zhang Heng gently touched Baiqing's back to stabilize her emotions.

The light of the flashlight enters the makeup room through the window, but the good news is that the security guard has no intention of entering it. The person who can be a security guard here won't have too much nerve, but he won't be idle to find excitement for himself, just take a circle and walk away after fulfilling his duties.

When that footsteps hourly at the end of the corridor, Bai Qing's body finally stopped shaking.

Zhang Heng felt the dampness in his chest. In addition to tears, he also had a snot. Bai Qing raised his head and lowered his voice to apologize to him. He rubbed his hands and feet.

Zhang Heng handed the girl a tissue and said to her, “It's okay, let's keep going. ”

Baiqing nodded and left the dressing room with Zhang Heng.

As she sucked her nose, she said, "I'm sorry, I just thought Mom might be pushed, just like that alone lying there...”

“Things don't necessarily come to that.” Zhang Heng consoled.

The two walked through the cremation workshop, then through the empty forensic digging room next to them, and then through a corridor, they finally reached the freezer room, which is where the funeral home holds the bodies, and probably the largest place in the entire funeral home, where the rows of freezers are arranged neatly.

Zhang Heng looked at Baiqing beside him, “Are you sure you want to watch next? You've been brave enough to stay outside and let me go. ”

“It's all here, let's do it.” Bai Qing's face is white, but he still says so.

Zhang Heng opened the backpack and took out two pairs of rubber gloves. He took one with him and handed it to Bai Qing.

Paqing's mother's freezer number had been found out by the two of them in the afternoon. It was easy to find by the number. Zhang Heng opened the freezer and immediately felt a chill.

Although the security guard of this shift had just patrolled the past, and the next shift would be a long time before returning, Zhang Heng did not want to fester the branches, so he did not hesitate to pull out the inner body bag and put it on the side of the scooter.

Then Zhang Heng opened the zipper of the body bag, although Bai Qing was already trying to control her emotions, but when she saw that familiar face, her tears still couldn't help but flow down.

Zhang Heng didn't look too much, because he knew that the forensic physician had already done an exam before, and he didn't waste any time. Since those things dare to play like this, at least they obviously don't see anything wrong, but like this obvious injury, the police generally don't pass X-rays and CT.

Zhang Heng removed the LEGO building blocks from the backpack and assembled a small CT perspective instrument at the fastest possible speed.

Then the [Infinite Block] was inserted, and in Bai Qing's astonishing gaze, the LEGO board's CT perspective became a truly available perspective instrument.

Zhang Heng and the forensic physician had completely different concerns. He did not care about the fatal wounds on the corpse. The real interest was in fact the internal construction of the corpse. Simply put, he wondered whether there was a difference between the corpse and the real human being, so that those things could be freely “replaced” with human secrets.