National Forensic Doctor

Wei Shikan is no longer a rookie; he’s seen plenty of corpses. Yet, tasks such as moving and gutting bodies are things he has rarely done.

In fact, it’s not just Wei Shikan who does little of this kind of work; the police in the Criminal Police Brigade seldom do either. The brigade itself belongs to the upper echelon of detectives, and most criminal cases are handled by lower-level officers, including but not limited to various local police stations, county police teams, district police teams, etc.

Even when a case reaches the brigade, Wei Shikan rarely goes to the crime scene. When he does, at the very least, he won’t be tasked with gutting such decomposing bodies.

In the past, at such times, all Wei Shikan did was glance over things, then later grab a set of milk tea and sip slowly with his senior colleague, marking the end of forensic examinations.

But Jiang Yuan gave the order, and despite Wei Shikan’s square face, he bent over.

Wei Shikan grabbed a poison bottle in his left hand, preparing to scoop out the maggots from the corpse’s mouth.

At this point, Miao Ruixiang, who was picking up maggots and insect eggs from the floor, looked up and softly advised, "You’d better put the bottle aside, don’t hold it."

Wei Shikan was puzzled: "Why?"

"You’ll understand once you do it." Miao Ruixiang didn’t explain; he was quite busy himself. The corpse had been dead for a long time, and various insects were all over the place, especially when the body was moved. It was like lifting a big rock in a damp forest, causing the insects to scurry away—not that they would seem comfortable if they were as big as rats.

Wei Shikan looked around and saw everyone was busy, so he didn’t have time to think deeply. He placed the bottle by his foot, frowned, and cautiously inserted his gloved fingers into the corpse’s mouth.