Chapter 504: Chlorpromazine Hydrochloride (1/2)

I looked at the body thoughtfully while Xiaotao asked, ”Song Yang, why do you think the victim was drugged?”

”To fake a suicide, the victim must lose the ability to resist, and narcotics are the best choice. Moreover, after our analysis, the victim had been shaved before death. If she was conscious at the time, why didn't she resist immediately? After all, her chest and abdomen were shaved.”

”Was she drunk on alcohol?” asked Xiaotao.

”There wasn’t that much alcohol in her blood, certainly not enough to render her immobile.”

”Alcohol!”

I suddenly recalled that many anesthetics were used together with alcohol, and the victim might have been drugged.

I proposed we dissect the body. All we had to do was examine the stomach and liver. An eager Bingxin removed the victim’s stomach. As the fat officer watched on, he turned ashen and immediately reported an urgent errand he had to run, fleeing from the scene.

Xiaotao shook her, ”I’ve certainly grown accustomed to this picture.”

Bingxin gently opened the stomach, revealing the stomach contents. Not all the food residue had to be tested since some of them could be identified by the naked eye–shredded pork, celery, tomatoes, duck, and laver. Xiaotao’s cheeks twitched imperceptibly, but fortunately, there was no mention of avoiding any foods in the future.

Bingxin swabbed up some whitish substance and placed it under the sunlight, ” Is it yogurt?”

I sniffed, ”No, it's semen!”

”I regret staying behind for the dissection,” interrupted Xiaotao. “Next time you open the stomach, I’m not watching.”

“Xiaotao—this is important evidence, the murderer's DNA!” exclaimed Bingxin.

I threw the cotton swab away and shook my head, ”It's useless! It has been more than four hours since death. Coupled with the heat and humidity of the stomach, the DNA has been destroyed.”

Having said that, Bingxin still took some samples. Judging from the degree of digestion, the victim’s last meal was six hours ago. It was likely that the two ate together, so we could inquire at restaurants near the crime scene. In addition, I caught a whiff of alcohol.

Under careful inspection, I found traces of corrosion and bleeding in the stomach wall, which were relatively recent. It seemed like toxic substances were ingested in this meal.

”Come on,” I said. “Let’s use the elimination method to get a general idea of a poison. What substances can hurt the stomach wall?”

Bingxin replied fluently as if answering a teacher's question, ”Tetramethylenedisulfotetramine, phenol, corrosive alkali, formaldehyde, mercury, thallium, and cyanide!”

Frowning, Bingxin turned to look at the victim’s eyelids, ”Did the victim really fall to her death?”

”I’m a hundred percent sure about that. She was poisoned, but she didn't die of poisoning. So I think the poison only hurt the stomach, but didn’t act on the digestive system itself... I didn't find any signs of diarrhea,” I replied.

With her head tilted to one side and brows wrinkled, Bingxin proposed we continue with dissecting the liver.

In fact, my understanding of poisons was basic at best. I was hoping our discussion would inspire Bingxin with the answer.

Upon dissecting the liver, we noticed patches on the liver at once. ”I think I know what it is,” shouted Bingxin. “I’ll test it right away!”

She left after taking some samples. The fat officer entered the morgue smelling of smoke. ”Have you come to a conclusion?” he asked.

”Almost, let's head out first!”

Before leaving, I covered the victim with a white cloth and burned some joss paper. Outside of the morgue, I briefly explained our findings to point him to a general direction for the investigation. As for the test, Bingxin required some time.