Chapter 337: Echolocation (1/2)

I stared at the piece of paper, eyes narrowing with outrage. What he was asking for was almost impossible!

With little time on the clock, I couldn't help but take a picture of the paper and send it to Xiaotao.

I cudgeled my brains, trying to recall all the autopsy methods I had ever come across. Dali and several other students walked up from the third floor, and upon seeing Deng Chao’s challenge, Dali sputtered, ”What the fuck! How is this reasonable? It’s more like he’s asking you to make a blind guess!”

”This is a closed space,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I can use the Soul Returning Incense to restore the crime but I don't have time to fetch it. Also, it may be considered as cheating.”

Dali asked dully, ”Soul Returning Incense?”

I had no time to explain. Right then, Xiaotao’s voice sounded from the radio, ”Song Yang, I’ve seen the picture. Are the windows on the opposite side open? Lao Yao can use Skynet to conduct long-range reconnaissance for you!”

I swept my gaze over the classroom and said, ”Deng Chao has also considered this possibility. All the curtains are drawn and they are made from opaque cloth. It’s impossible to see any reflection on the glass.”

Upon mentioning ”reflection,” an idea suddenly sprang in my head. I looked at the blood on the ground. Although there was a blurry reflection on the surface, I could see nothing from this angle.

”That cunning bastard!” cursed Xiaotao.

Dali mobilized the other boys, getting them to invite the science professors upstairs. However, at the sight of the corpse, these supposed think tanks screamed like little girls, doing little else besides disturbing my thoughts.

Some of the more composed professors had a serious discussion, suggesting lasers or sonar, but the same problem remained–we had no equipment at the moment.

”That’s right!” I exclaimed. “We can use sound!”

I asked Dali and another boy to go to the front and back doors of the classroom and knock on them every second, alternating after each other.

Dali didn’t understand what I was about to do, but with only two minutes left, I had no time to explain. I placed my ear to the glass and listened carefully.

At present, the sealed classroom could be considered as a huge chest cavity and the corpse as an organ inside. My hearing should be able to reconstruct the entire picture in my mind.

However, the classroom was so large that it was difficult to accurately capture the subtle changes in the sound waves. Additionally, the people around me were whispering which greatly affected the accuracy of my reading. ”Excuse me, professors and students, please don't talk or even breathe!”

A physics professor argued, ”Song Yang, this is absurd! You’re not a bat. How can you use echolocation?”

”Please, just be quiet for a while!” I said, folding my arms.

The crowd stopped talking at once and I stuck my ear to the glass again. At first, my mind was blank like a sheet of paper, but gradually the image of a sitting person appeared; the shape of his face, his body, and even the wounds on his body were as clear as day in my mind.

As the seconds ticked by, I focused all my concentration on the body, my back soaked with cold sweat.

I gradually calmed down, my heart light as a feather and everything faded away, as if I were now walking back and forth in the room observing every single detail.

The knocking suddenly stopped and Dali warned, ”Dude, there’s only 20 seconds left!”