Detective Training Manual

　　 These few words caused the whole office to fall into a kind of silence.

　　 Actually, those doctors and nurses are okay. After all, they live in this environment all day, and they have some resistance.

　　 But for normal people who have just come into contact with this kind of despair, it is still quite uncomfortable for a while.

　　 They couldn't think of a righteous and youthful child, knowing that he was going to die soon, and everything he did was meaningless... Then, what kind of mood he was in every day of his life.

　　 But the silence did not last long, Liu Chen quickly said:

　　 "We need to look at pictures of this child, cases, etc."

　　 As a detective, he can accept this kind of thing very quickly.

　　 In other words, he is not qualified to struggle with the poor life of a leukemia child like others.

　　 Maybe after the whole case is settled, on the way home, he will find a bar, have a drink, and at the same time uncontrollably feel sad, and wish heaven no pain.

　　 But now, his thoughts can only be placed on the case.

　　 "Okay, here is the case..."

　　 The doctor quickly took out a case book from the medical record cabinet and handed it to Detective Liu.

　　 Liu Chen opened the case. On the first page, he saw a picture of the child.

　　 A child who is only a teenager can see the outline of his facial features. He will be handsome in the future... In his eyes, there is also the kind of liveliness and vigor that ordinary children should have.

　　 But... the bald head proves that... after all, he can't really look like an ordinary kid.

　　He is a patient.

　　 Liu Chen tutted and closed the case.

　　 It may be that he doesn't want to read it again, or he doesn't understand the case at all. Anyway, he passed the information in his hand to a police officer next to him.

　　 then looked at the doctor again:

　　 "Also, the police station will call in a while to confirm the blood type and identity of the deceased. I hope you can cooperate?"

　　 The doctor also nodded: "Okay, we will cooperate fully."

　　 "Well, in the end...I still need to know, when was the last time you saw the dead."

　　 At this time, the nurse on the side also joined the conversation:

　　 "It should be 5 o'clock this evening, during the night shift routine rounds, Xiao Ming was still in the hospital bed."

"Emmm..." Detective Liu pondered for a moment, and thought to his heart... "In other words, this Wang Xiaoming ran from the hospital to the opposite side of the road sometime after 5 o'clock, and then committed suicide. of."

　　 "Is there a camera here? Or, did anyone see Wang Xiaoming walking out of the hospital?" He asked again.

　　 The nurse shook her head: "No one has seen Xiao Ming go out, otherwise we won't look everywhere.

　　 There are also cameras... Actually, we have surveillance here, but every month today, after get off work, we have two hours. The cameras in the whole hospital are all turned off. "

　　 "Oh? Why?" Liu Chen asked.

"Because the hospital needs to clean up the surveillance videos, and some important videos need to be transferred...After all, it runs 24 hours a day. There are hundreds of hours of video recording, and the equipment does not have that much space. "

　　 "Yeah." Detective Liu also nodded. Most video equipment has this problem. After all, it is like a kind of monitoring equipment in a TV. It is not necessary to clean up the monitoring equipment after six months of continuous operation. Not any unit can afford it.

　　 And the deceased Wang Xiao obviously also knew this time, there will be more than two hours of monitoring blank period in the hospital. He has lived here for 5 years, and he must know this kind of thing better than anyone else.

　　 Therefore, it is not difficult for such a person who knows the hospital well to sneak out of the hospital.

　　 Actually thinking of this, Detective Liu has already determined that 80% of this incident should have been suicide.

　　 It is reasonable for a child who has been abandoned by his parents and has been alone in the hospital for so many years without relatives and no reason. It is reasonable for him to commit suicide at any time.

　　 The most important thing is that no one will murder a child who will never survive next month.

　　 But...

　　 Why is there no dirt on those shoes?

　　 If Wang Xiaoming went to the opposite office building after five o'clock today, there would be dirt on his shoes!

　　 Why?

　　 Why?

　　 As long as this doubt is not resolved, then the case cannot be rushed.

　　 Detective Liu thought hard, but had no clue.

　　 He looked into the doctor's office...

　　 "Well, from now on, these two police comrades will ask you some questions. Just tell the truth, and I will walk around nearby." Liu Chen said.

　　 "Attention, don't disturb the patient." The doctor ordered.

　　 Liu Chen nodded. He respects the profession of a doctor very much.

　　 In his view, doctors are, to a certain extent, people’s spiritual sustenance during their lifetimes, alleviating illnesses, and driving away death. This is undoubtedly respected by people.

　　 As for detectives, they make up for the soul after death....

　　 one before death, one after death

　　 The two professions seem to have nothing to do with each other, but they seem to have some strange similarities.

　　 "I'll pay attention." Liu Chen said: "Oh, I haven't asked you how to call it?"

　　 "My last name is Zhang..."

　　 "Excuse me~www.wuxiahere.com~Doctor Zhang." Liu Chen owed him, so he walked out of the doctor's office.

　　 After this, the transcript was carried out in accordance with the normal process.

　　Everything is normal...Zhou Yan felt that this was a suicide. A young man who was frustrated with life finally succumbed to the tragic story of his fate.

　　 The other staff seemed to think the same way, and their eyes occasionally showed the kind of sadness that the poor child committed suicide.

　　Only the nurse seemed to frown from time to time when taking notes.

　　 Of course, there was such a big incident in the hospital, and she frowned, and no one would think that something was wrong.

　　......

　　 And in this process, Zhou Yan naturally also took out "Detective Notes."

　　【The intersection of reality and virtual spirit: The hospital is the place where good and evil converge in the world. Great love and great evil are all here. 】

　　 "Yes..." Zhou Yan also sighed, but he didn't know what to say.

　　【The sea of ​​clouds on the palm: He seems to have committed suicide. But the reason for suicide is definitely not not wanting to live...]

　　 "This..." Zhou Yan hesitated for a while, wondering if there was a language problem with this sentence? Everyone has committed suicide. It is impossible to commit suicide because of ‘want to live’, right?

　　 Forget it, look down.

　　【Always 18-year-old beautiful boy: Did you forget Huamu when you were thinking about suicide? 】

Ok!

　　 This point must not be forgotten, even if it seems like suicide, but if the doubt of [the mud on the shoes] is not resolved, it will always feel strange.

　　 And just then, a new message appeared suddenly...