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◆◆◆Volume 1 Conan◆◆◆ Chapter 343: First Love in Memory

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    "That's right." Ogata nodded: "There are some detailed symptoms on the surface of the deceased's corpse, which are the pinhole-like spots formed on the surface of the corpse after the pores shrink that Dr. Russell mentioned. These corpses  The reason why spots gradually appear after death is because the pores of the deceased's body were blocked before death, which led to expansion and recovery after death. In short, these pores are like stretched rubber.  Once you let go, the tendons will immediately return to their original shape, but it will only take a longer period of time to occur in the human body. " "The pore occlusion experienced by these deceased people is inseparable from the electric fan we are seeing now.  Directly related!” Ogata explained patiently: “The so-called pressure exerted by a specific environment is the weakest form of death due to suffocation! If the electric fan is regarded as the murder weapon in the whole case, then the method probably used by the murderer is simple.  Generally speaking, the low pressure of wind caused by the rapid rotation of the fan blades quickly flows into the respiratory tract of the deceased, causing strong pressure during the breathing process. When exhaling, the strong wind will push away most of the mouth.  The force of nasal outflow. When inhaling, the air flow quickly flows into the lung lobes, causing the digestive system of the esophagus to twist, causing reflux in the respiratory system, causing a large amount of saliva to flow out from the corners of the deceased's mouth and nose  Therefore, if we sleep with the windows open and are blown by the wind all night, we will definitely find some traces of saliva uncontrollably stained on the corners of our mouths in the morning. " "However, there is another way for humans.  The breathing method is to breathe through one's own pores, but the frequency of this breathing method is very low. Therefore, when the fan blows over a large area of ??the deceased's body, the pores around the body are blocked due to low pressure.  Using the skin to get enough breathing. This also confirms all the doubts that we can only see from the corpse." While saying all this, Ogata felt as if he had gained a happy mood.  Because when everyone is immersed in his reasoning, the self-evident sense of accomplishment is something that others cannot understand at all.  "Pa!" I don't know who it was, but at the moment when Ogata was stunned, there was a sudden clap.  When Ogata's eyes returned to everyone, Jo smiled.  Stand up and clap your hands.  Then, like her, other NYPD officers joined in their applause.  Because from the initial suspicion to the current conviction, the Asian face in their eyes provided excellent forensic reasoning, like a powerful counterattack, refuting everyone's inner resistance to the matter of 'overturning the case'!  Several people around him stood up, Russell looked embarrassed, because among these people, Ogata was the one.  He was the one who showed the most intense and emotional expression.  As a forensic doctor.  He even came up with some ideas after some reasoning, that is, the sum of his experience and knowledge would actually be less powerful than a kid.     How can this be?  But now, he has no reason to despise or even ridicule this young man!  No matter what era or country we are in, we all believe that the master is the teacher.  The forensic industry is not a mountainous one, but in Russell's view, it is like a mountain of mountains, and only a few of them have been climbed by him.  And this kid, who is said to have not graduated yet, seems to have surpassed even more. ?… ?“So where is the murderer? Is there any way to deduce it?” Jo asked directly.  Although she knew very well that Ogata had determined the possibility of homicide through autopsy and a series of inferences, it seemed that she had to rely on the police to find the culprit in the case.  But at this time, the magic displayed by Ogata still made her unable to help but ask.  After all, it can be said that there is no clue about everything about the murderer, and it will be very difficult for them to start investigating.  Ogata looked at Jo's anticipation and couldn't help but smile: "I don't know who the murderer is, but it's obvious he had a close relationship with the deceased, and he should be the person she had the most contact with. So the police  As long as we investigate the deceased's call records in detail, we can find some clues. " "Oh?" Jo's eyes lit up when he heard this.  "I said, this method sounds very simple, but it is extremely clever. Ordinary people should have never heard of similar killing methods. Judging from the distance and method, the murderer's target range should be the students of our school.  , a science student who has read some detective novels. In addition to being clever, this method is also very gentle and subtle, isn't it? I don't think the murderer wanted to end the life of the deceased in a directly harmful way.  I used a funeral method to send her away quietly." Ogata unfolded his thoughts and slowly analyzed Jo.  Jo nodded slightly, what Ogata said made sense, and gave her a?A general clue and direction.  But this was enough. She believed that the real murderer would surface within a few days.  "Thank you, Ogata!" jo stretched out his hand.  Ogata shook the other person's hand and chuckled: "We will have opportunities to cooperate in the future." "That's true. I think you will definitely choose to work in our New York Police Department after graduation, right?" "Yeah.  . I think so, after all, I can’t find a better place to work than here.” Ogata is telling the truth. The most developed country in the world is the United States, and the forensic medicine profession here is also the same.  The most developed and the most valued.  If there were no other reasons, he would definitely choose to stay here.  After all, there is a home here, there are things he likes, and there are people he likes Thinking of this, Ogata's eyes secretly glanced at Shiho, who was standing aside, always indifferent.  But I found that she was standing there quietly. Although her face was stern, her eyes seemed to be much gentler and kinder. They were no longer so cold and repulsive Is it an illusion?  Ogata was startled.  "Haha, I won't disturb you anymore." Jo suddenly pursed his lips and smiled.  After she left, Ogata and Shiho were the only two people left in the large corridor.  "You are very powerful." Shiho slowly opened his mouth, his eyes under the brown hair slightly avoided Ogata's gaze, and his voice was very low.  "Uh?" Hearing Shiho's compliment, Ogata couldn't calm down for a moment. The next second, he calmly turned red in a rare moment.  Unlike others who praise him, this is Shiho!  "Thank you." After regaining his composure, Ogata didn't know what to answer. He just felt that his face was hot and his 'mood' was beating fiercely.  Shiho stopped talking, turned around, and walked towards the stairs in the corridor.  Looking at her back, Ogata wanted to imagine an impulsive boy shouting "I like you!" unscrupulously, but he knew that the power that could melt her was definitely not just a few words.  When Ogata quickened his pace and walked to Shiho's side.  He hesitated and observed.  But I discovered something There was a teardrop hanging under the corner of Shibao's eyes.  When Ogata’s eyes fell on hers, he found that they were red!     she cried?  Shiho She Ogata stared at her blankly, his heart thudded, as if it hit his chest. He couldn't imagine such a scene, let alone understand or even feel relieved.  This scene happened!  Because, maybe, he doesn’t understand it yet.  After walking a few steps with her, Ogata took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her.  Shiho stopped and did not wipe away the tears that made Ogata feel like they were pricking his eyes Her voice was still indifferent: "Why do you have a choice." Why do you have a choice!  Ogata looked at her, he wanted to answer, but there was no answer.  "You can choose your life, choose what you like" Shiho clenched his palms and his voice became trembling.  Ogata didn’t speak for a long time.  He is like a piece of wood standing in front of Shiho!  Because he was thinking, his mind was also very messy When Shiho's tears dried up and tears flowed out from the depths of his eyes again, Ogata felt that his thoughts were instantly broken into pieces.  Broken, so-called calmness and thinking, under the impact of emotions, are just ridiculous stupidity!  "And me!" Shiho held back what he wanted to say, but from her eyes and pupils, what Ogata saw was suppressed, controlled, and restrained sadness.  At this moment.  "I like you!" Ogata stopped all his chaotic and restrained thoughts, looked at her, and said it seriously.  Shiho’s eyes widened, and Ogata’s figure was reflected in the scene she captured.  "I like you!" Ogata stepped forward, spread his arms, and without any explanation, pulled Shiho into his arms.  It’s so impulsive to do this!  If she refuses, if she hates it, it will be like losing the kite she holds on to, and there will be no contact with her again.  "I like you!" Seeing Shiho staying in his arms, Ogata didn't rush to resist. Like a gangster, he put his mouth close to her cheek and said slowly.  As if the whole?They all became burning because they hugged Shiho.  Because it's hard for each other to believe that the other is so close.  Ogata hugged her tightly, and what she felt was no longer Shiho's indifference, but the warmth slowly passing through her body.  This feeling made Ogata even reckless of the consequences.  He just wanted to stay for one more second, one second!  His lips trembled slightly, and Shiho's expression kept changing.  It turns white for a while, then turns red.  Her tears were already falling while shaking.  "Youget outlet me go." Shiho's voice was a little frightened. She wanted to deliberately maintain her indifference, but found that what came out of her throat was another voice.  It sounded different and a bit harsh.  However, when it reached Ogata's ears, it seemed to be a lot gentler.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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