Chapter 207 (1/2)

Once he does, Holloway is indeed the best surgeon in New York.

He, who had just been so excited that he immediately raised the corpse and put it on the autopsy table. His hand holding the knife did not even tremble.

In the pale, shadowless light, he avoided the bullet hole in the body's chest, made a standard Y-shaped incision, and then reached into the chest to look for traces of organs or bones.

Maybe it's a piece of shrapnel, maybe it's a scratch on the bone. He doesn't know what he's looking for, but in this era, the tools for taking human life are relatively simple.

Su Ming is still smoking. He calmly looks at the silver blade, the flesh and fat turning.

In recent years, he only controlled his bloodthirsty desire through limited killing and music, and soon he would be able to kill. He felt that he had some expectations in his heart.

Dr. Holloway didn't notice the strange look on Su Ming's face. He looked intently between his hands.

The phantom bullet was shot five times in the chest. There was no burning mark near the wound, indicating that it was a long distance away from the gun.

The bullet hit area is relatively dense, and five guns are almost scattered within the size of a fist, indicating that the killer's shooting skills are exquisite.

One shot hit the heart, and then all four hit the aorta or pulmonary artery, and the phantom bomb fell.

The bullets were all shot from the chest and through the back, which relieved the doctor that at least the hero was not killed by someone he trusted.

But now it is impossible to explain the surprise expression on the phantom's face and why he could not fight back. There was no smoke reaction on the corpse's hand, and he did not fire a single shot.

But fortunately, the doctor is not alone now. He has been on the road for a short time and has never thought that masked people can actually cooperate with others.

The appearance of the death knell opened a new door for him, such as a small team. Masked people with similar ideals can unite and learn from each other.

Of course, the less cooperation he has with the government scavenger, the better...

now he has to gather his findings, tell the death knell some results and data, and then look at his ideas.

After finishing and stitching up the wound, he pulled the sprinkler to clean up the various parts of the body and collected the aqueous solution for chemical analysis.

It's also very fast.

Suming had planned to give him half an hour, but in fact it was only in his early ten minutes. Holloway put the body back in the locker.

”The result?”

Su Ming takes a pile of paper that he handed over. Is this a doctor's occupational disease? In fact, oral conclusion is OK. Why do you give me a paper report?

What do the figures and figures above mean? Who can understand them?

Holloway shrugged his shoulders. He followed the forensic procedure completely and realized that he was still wearing a mask.

”The professional killer's frontal shooting, the transformation of the gun instantly fired five shots, the bullet should be 9mm, very clean, can not see any clues from the body.” He paused, looked again at the chest where the body was put, and sighed: ”the body has traces of being moved. It's the dumping site, but I found clues in his hair and the soles of his shoes.”

Su Ming picked his chin and motioned them to return to the roof of the building to evacuate: ”say it, what did you find?”

”There was a rust on his cloak, which I examined and observed. It contained halogen and several dead seaweed cells.” Holloway looked serious, and they walked quickly through the empty stairwell: ”and the soles of his shoes. He stepped on a special compound, carbamide.”