Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“Wasn't I? ”

“I'm a forensic assistant. ”

“Okay.” Morrison also stopped thinking, carefully untangling Ade's belt and taking off his pants.

Tak's legs, nothing unusual.

Looking at the two straight legs, Mobson stood there and frowned.

“A fallen man makes struggling moves before he dies. Ad sits on the driver, wears a seat belt, and when struggling, he will definitely hit the head or seat, body and other obstacles. But from his legs, he didn't bruise at all. Before he died, he didn't struggle, he died quietly. ”

Song Feng, listen, carefully measure Tak's legs, from the soles of his feet to his thighs... there really is no bruising.

Mobson came to Ade's head and opened Ade's eyelids, "His pupils didn't enlarge or contract, and he didn't even know how he died. ”

Song did not worry for a moment. He felt painful for Ahde and grabbed him hard.

Mobson lifted Ade's body, “sat” him down, and undressed him.

From the back neck examination, he found a purple black spot in Mobson's back neck.

This point, very fine, can't be found without a closer look.

It's harder to spot than the red dots that mosquitoes bite.

“Come here." Mobson waved to Song.

Song Wuxi, come here.

Mobson pointed at the purple and black dot, "See? That's the fatal wound that killed Ad. ”

Song Liu Zhiming approached her face with no worries. Liu Zhiming also came up curious.

“Needle mouth?” Song was surprised when he saw clearly.

“Mmm.” Mobson answered.

“Not poisonous needles, poisoned people who die, skin doesn't do that. ”

“Well, not the poison needle, but the anesthesia needle. The other side anesthetized Tak and drowned him, leaving him breathless in the water to die. If I'm right, it's a very strong anesthesia. It is a needle-like ice needle that is injected into the body at gunpoint and quickly dissolves in the body, leaving the unfortunate person completely anesthetized and unconscious.” Mobson said.

“…” Song did not worry. He thought, is this a narcotic drug invented by Pastoral Ancient? He has a special research capability in medicine, and he can detect this anesthesia, and it's not impossible.

“Such a needle is not easy to spot. Twenty hours later, the wound will automatically recover and you won't even be able to find it with a magnifying glass. But you ice his body in time, keep him in shape, keep him salvaged.” Mobson looked at Song without worries and said.

Song Feng shuddered for a moment, “So... is it really man-made about Nanjiang Bridge? ”

“Must be Pastoral!” Liu Zhiming said with resentment.

“Ad's death proves that he wasn't drowned, but it can't prove that he killed him. It's not poison, it's not poison.” Mobson sighed and continued: “And it can't be proven that Pastoral or his people injected Ade with anesthetic ice needles. ”

Mobson held Ed down and let him lie down.

Preparing to help him put on his clothes, Liu Zhiming's face suddenly changed dramatically: “Wait a minute! ”

Mobson and Song looked at him curiously.

I saw him step forward and grab Ad's arm.

Arms up, ice cuffs pulled down, revealing a clenched fist.

There's something in the palm!