240: There Was a Problem With the Corpse

There Was a Problem With the Corpse

"I am always at ease when you do things." Ning Dai nodded in satisfaction.1

"Help me keep an eye on Yin Qiang. If you have any news, call me back immediately."

Benjamin agreed and left.

Ning Dai told Mo Chen about this matter, and at the same time, told him her thoughts.

"Yin Qiang has doubts about the cause of Yin Zili's death, so up until now, Yin Zili's body has not been cremated. I want to go take a look at the body. Maybe I can find something."

"That's too dangerous." Mo Chen frowned slightly. He didn't agree with Ning Dai's idea. "It's very difficult to examine the body. You're pregnant and you've been suffering from severe vomiting recently. You..."

Ning Dai waved her hand. "Second Brother, trust me. These aren't problems. Yin Qiang thinks that Yin Zili didn't commit suicide. This means that Yin Zili might have told Yin Qiang something. That's why Yin Qiang has doubts."

"But Yin Zili's body cannot be kept for too long. We have to take this opportunity to examine the body and find the evidence before the body changes."

Ning Dai's attitude was resolute. Mo Chen pondered for a moment, but still compromised.

"My identity is special, I cannot appear. I will arrange for a forensic doctor to help you, and when the time comes, you will disguise yourself as a forensic assistant and go with him to examine the body. If you wear a mask the entire time, no one will recognize you."

Very quickly, Benjamin contacted Yin Qiang through the third-party company that he arranged. When he was discussing cooperation with Yin Qiang, he unintentionally brought up the matter regarding Yin Qiang's father, and expressed his regret for his father's death.

Yin Qiang sighed and said that he was still working on his father's matter, hoping to find out the true cause of his father's death.

Benjamin took the opportunity to introduce a powerful forensic doctor to help.

Yin Qiang had repeatedly hit a wall with the police, so he agreed with the hope of getting lucky.

"Mr. Yin, when the time comes, I will bring my tools and assistant to come and investigate. To thoroughly investigate the cause of your father's death, we need to dissect the body for an autopsy. I wonder if Mr. Yin agrees?" The forensic doctor's expression was cold. His words were very logical.

"As long as you can find out the cause of my father's death, you can do it."

Everything was settled. The next day, the forensic doctor brought Ning Dai, who was wearing a mask, over.

"This is my assistant. She will help me complete the autopsy this time." The forensic doctor introduced Ning Dai to Yin Qiang.

Yin Qiang did not have any unnecessary doubts. After all, the forensic doctor was also wearing a mask.

"Then I'll have to trouble the two of you." Yin Qiang was very polite to the two of them and led them to the mortuary where the bodies were stored.

In order to better store the bodies in the mortuary, the temperature inside was generally much lower than the temperature outside.

Ning Dai and the forensic doctor pulled the bodies out together and started to examine them from the surface of the bodies.

Yin Zili's face was calm. The police concluded that Yin Zili had swallowed a large amount of sleeping pills to commit suicide.

However, this was not right. Even if he had swallowed a large amount of sleeping pills, he would not die immediately. The side effects of the sleeping pills would instead torture one's spirit and make one feel particularly painful.

A large amount of sleeping pills could indeed cause death, but the process of death was very painful. The expression on the deceased's face could not possibly be so peaceful.

Yin Zili seemed to be in a deep sleep.

Ning Dai continued to examine the body. There were no obvious wounds on the body, and there was no external force.

Ning Dai examined some secret parts of the body. When she lifted Yin Zili's arm, she found a needle-sized hole under Yin Zili's armpit.

"Forensic doctor, look, there's a hole here." Ning Dai called the forensic doctor over.

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