It's simply impossible.

This is cut, not chopping!

Zhao Shirui knew that no common sense, he could not open his ribs with a person's power.

The coroner thought that Zhao Shirui didn't believe it, so he stretched out Zhao Jinshan's chest and signaled him the two cut ribs.

The ribs were cut off at the same root, and there was a large hole about an inch wide in the heart, which was like a child's mouth.

"How did you judge the sign of suicide?" Zhao Shirui stared at the coroner coldly.

The coroner was not afraid at all, and turned up Zhao Jinshan's hands and pointed at the blood on his cuffs: "The blood on the inside of his wrists was spray-like, indicating that when he was bleeding, he was leaning against the wound not far away, not covering the wound..."

The coroner gestured on his stomach and stabbed him in with his hands.

Zhao Shirui understood as soon as he thought about it.

"The problem is that a person's strength is not that great. He can cut two ribs only by cutting the power..." said the coroner again.

"Tell me clearly!" Zhao Shirui frowned.

"At least two people need to hold the knife together..."

The two of them work together...the two of them work together?

Zhao Shirui suddenly thought of a possibility: Japanese people will ask for help if they cut off their stomachs...

"When I cut this knife, did you pause in the middle?" Zhao Shirui asked with his eyes narrowed.

"No!" The coroner shook his head, "Extremely smooth and smooth..."

"Extremely smooth? Hahaha..." Zhao Shirui burst into laughter.

If it were Fang Buwei, everything would be natural...

The coroner only thought that Zhao Shirui didn't believe it, and also laughed embarrassedly: "I also feel a little incredible..."

"No, what you said makes sense!" Zhao Shirui sneered at the corner of his mouth and patted the coroner on the shoulder, "Where is any doubt?"

"The body was moved by someone, and the alley was not the first scene!" said the coroner again.

"Okay!" Zhao Shirui nodded, "Don't make a statement, I will ask you for your own merit when the case is solved!"

The coroner responded happily.

Zhao Shiruizhi walked out of the morgue with pride and sneered after walking a few steps.

...

"How is suicide possible?" Gu Zhenlong looked at the report Zhao Shirui handed over and asked incredible.

Zhao Shirui did not change a word, but wrote less of his conversation with the coroner.

The choking is strange and strange w~w~w.

Just that pause and extremely smooth dialogue.

Of course, it was speculated that there were helpers who were also written by Zhao Shirui.

The Japanese septum ceremony originally invited a witness. When the pain was extremely painful, the witness would help him to end the pain.

With this sentence, Gu Zhenlong would not doubt it.

Zhao Shirui nodded heavily: "The fatal injury is the cut of the cut. The remaining eighteen cuts were all made up for a long time after the person died..."

"Zhao Jinshan is living well, why did he commit suicide?" Chen Chao sneered.

"How can I know about Beiyi?"

As soon as Zhao Shirui finished speaking, Chen Chao slapped him: "You bastard, are you colluding with Fang Buwei again and coming to cheat me?"

Zhao Shirui touched the back of his head and replied aggrievedly: "Where is the courage of Beizhi? Zhao Jinshan's body is still in the morgue..."

Yes, the body is still there, I don’t dare to lie.

"Are you wrong to blame Fang Wu?" Chen Chao said instead.

Zhao Shirui curled his lips secretly.

Gu Zhenlong frowned tightly and recalled hard: "When Xiao Zaiming came to find Fang Buwei yesterday, how did he say Lin Zi'an?"

"Lin Zi'an got sick for no reason, and his ugly appearance was so ugly..." Chen Chao replied.

"Do you still remember the scene yesterday morning?" Gu Zhenlong asked Ma Chunfeng again.

Ma Chunfeng's eyes lit up: "The commander means, is there really something wrong with Lin Zi'an?"

Gu Zhenlong nodded: "I felt something was wrong yesterday... Lin Zian couldn't shoot himself in the foot, and dared to sing Japanese folk songs in front of us?"

"Lin Zi'an's head was knocked down by Zhao Jinshan... Could it be that he committed suicide because of his crime?" Chen Chao asked in surprise.

"By this alone, Zhao Jinshan wouldn't commit suicide!" Gu Zhenlong sighed, "But I know too little information, so it's hard to infer!"

"Why don't you ask Fang Buwei?" Chen Chao said again.

"Yes!" Gu Zhenlong responded and threw the report to Zhao Shirui, "Take it back and let him see!"

Zhao Shirui secretly glanced at Gu Zhenlong and Chen Chao.

Let the real murderer solve the case?

It's so funny that I can laugh.

"Also, ask him, Lin Zian is likely to have a problem, what will he do next?"

"I've recorded my humble profession!" Zhao Shirui replied.

...

With a "bang", Zhao Shirui threw the file in front of Fang Buwei and kept sneering.

"Hmmmm..."

"Have you eaten too much pork?" Fang Buwei asked with his eyes raised and opened the file again.

Zhao Shirui ignored Fang Buwei and said to Zheng Shifei first: "The commander asked you to go back!"

Zheng Shifei nodded, went upstairs to change his clothes, made a simple disguise, and walked out through the back door.

"What did the commander ask him to go back and do?" Fang Buwei asked casually.

"The director doesn't believe me very much. He always feels that I will collude with you..." Zhao Shirui replied.

While speaking, Zhao Shirui looked left and right again, saw that the guards were far away, then he reached into his arms, took out a piece of paper, and stuffed it into Fang Buwei's hand.

"What?" Fang Buwei subconsciously opened it.

One thousand taels of gold!

The Central Bank’s Promissory Note!

"Is the donkey kicked my brain?" Fang Buwei pushed the promissory note back and asked in surprise.

"Hold it, don't be polite!" Zhao Shirui lowered his voice and said with a smile, "Thank you for your blessing, the money Zhao Jinshan gave me is considered dead without evidence... These thousand taels are considered to be a share of the spoils!"

Fang Buwei stared at Zhao Shirui blankly.

What did this bastard find?

Zhao Shirui smiled proudly and patted Fang Buwei's shoulder: "Of course, you have to accept my favor!"

"I'll take your hammer?" Fang Buwei cursed, but his movements were not slow at all. He quickly opened the file and looked at it with a look of ten lines.

Except for the cut of the septum, the rest has nothing to do with him. Where did Zhao Shirui judge that the things he did?

"Don't worry, I didn't write any traces related to you!" Zhao Shirui said deeply.

Is there any trace left by myself? How can I not know?

The most likely suspicious thing is that a jar of Huadiao got drunk with three big men.

This bastard is cheating on himself?

Fang Buwei sneered and directly took the promissory note in Zhao Shirui's arms.

"You little fucking fools me, tell you again, Zhao Jinshan's death has nothing to do with me!"

"I really don't want it?" Zhao Shirui asked with his eyes slanted.

Fang Buwei just sneered but didn't say anything.
Chapter completed!