Chapter 134: The Poison Tes (1/2)

I ignored Dr. Wu’s provocation and went back to examine the dead body. He was annoyed by this and stomped over to me and shouted over my shoulders, “Are you deaf, boy? Didn’t you hear what I said? What poison did you detect?”

“If I tell you now, wouldn’t you just copy what I say and take the credit?”

Dr. Wu burst into laughter so loud that my ears hurt.

“You think a legitimate coroner like me would copy you?” he retorted. “Fine, why don’t we write down the poison we detected on the palm of our hands and reveal it together then?”

“Okay!” I nodded. “But if it turns out that you made a mistake, you must apologize to me.”

“No problem!” he answered disdainfully. “I’d even get down on my knees if you like.”

“Okay, deal!”

Judging by his tone, he seemed extremely confident in his test results.

“But what if you got it wrong?” he asked.

“I’ll get down on my knees and knock my head three times on the floor!” I answered without hesitation.

Dr. Wu waved his big hand around the room and shouted, “Did everyone hear that? I, Wu Yue, as the representative of modern forensics, will prove to you today that Traditional Coroners are nothing but quacks!”

“Dr. Wu…” Captain Xing whispered.

Dr. Wu ignored him. He might seem like a hot-headed guy, but from what I saw, he probably wasn’t as insidious as Dr. Qin.

Still, his allegation that Traditional Coroners were just quacks angered me.

“I do acknowledge the fact that modern forensics is amazing,” I argued. “But I’m not sure if you’re good enough to represent it.”

As soon as I made this statement, I saw a few people laughing secretly behind Dr. Wu’s back.

“I’ve been a coroner for the last twenty years,” Dr. Wu snapped, his cheeks reddened with anger. “I’ve also got double doctorate degrees. You say that I’m not qualified to represent modern forensics? What about you, boy? What qualifications do you have? Do you have even one certificate to show me?”

“I don’t have any certificates to show you,” I replied nonchalantly. “All I have are the half a dozen murder cases that I’ve solved to prove my worth.”

Dr. Wu’s face turned even redder. He probably knew that I’d solved seven cases in less than half a year, with a 100% success rate to boot. This was something beyond the reach of even the Chief Coroner in the police force.

“Fine,” he replied. “But get ready, boy! I’ll wipe the smug grin off your face today! Xiaoli, bring me a pen!”

We each took a marker pen and wrote our answers on the palm of our hands.

“Dude,” whispered Dali. “Are you sure you’re not biting off more than you can chew this time? That guy used high-tech equipment to do his testing, after all! Meanwhile, all you did was grope the dead body.”

I glared at him and said, “What do you mean, ‘grope?’ Trust me, he’s got it all wrong!”

Dali remained skeptical, but I knew that Dr. Wu was led to the wrong conclusion because he’d tested the pills he found in this room. It didn’t matter how accurate the machines were if the testing was done on a completely irrelevant object!

Once we were done writing our answers, Dr. Wu showed me his hand, which had the word ‘Papaverine’ on it.

“The cause of the victim’s death is an excessive intake of the drug papaverine,” Dr. Wu announced. “And this is the proof!”

He then took a pill out of his pocket.

“That’s impossible!” the rich young man suddenly interjected. “I took that pill too!”

“Are you a drug addict, boy?” asked Captain Xing.

“No, no!” he quickly denied. “It’s… It’s an aphrodisiac. I bought it when I was in South Korea. I don’t know what’s in it.”

“How many pills did you each take?” Dr. Wu asked.

“I took one and Xiaowen took two,” the young man replied.