Chapter 205: clue

　　 Once Holloway got into action, he was indeed the best surgeon in New York.
　　 Originally, he was so emotional that he couldn't help himself, he immediately lifted the corpse and put it on the dissection table, his hand holding the knife did not even tremble.
　　 Under the pale shadowless light, he avoided the bullet holes on the corpse's chest and made a standard Y-shaped incision, and then reached into the chest cavity to look for the marks left on the organs or bones.
　　 may be a piece of shrapnel, or a scratch on the bone. He doesn't know what he is looking for, but the tools to take human lives in this era are actually relatively simple.
　　 Su Ming was still smoking a cigarette, he calmly watched the flesh and fat turning under the silver blade.
　　 In these years, he has only controlled his bloodthirsty desire through limited killing and music, and he will soon be able to kill. He feels a little expectant in his heart.
　　 Doctor Holloway didn't notice the strange expression on Su Ming's face, he stared between his hands intently.
　　 Phantom bullet was shot five times in the chest, and there was no burn mark near the wound, indicating that it was shot from a long distance.
　　 The bullet hit area is relatively dense, and the five shots are almost scattered in a range less than the size of a fist, indicating that the killer's guns are superb.
　　 One shot hit the heart, and then all four shots hit the aorta or pulmonary artery, and the phantom bomb fell.
　　The bullets all hit the chest and passed out from behind, which made the doctor breathe a sigh of relief. At least the hero was not killed by someone he trusted.
　　 But now I can’t explain the surprised look on the Phantom Bullet’s face and why he couldn’t fight back. There was no gunpowder reaction on the corpse’s hand, and he did not fire a single shot.
　　 But fortunately, the doctor is not alone now. His debut time is too short, and he has not even thought that masked people can actually cooperate with others.
　　The appearance of the death knell opened a new door for him, such as a small team, like-minded masked people can unite and learn from each other.
　　Of course, the less cooperation with government scavengers, the better...
　　 He just gathers his own findings, tells the death knell some results and data, and then sees his thoughts.
　　 After finishing and suture the wound, he pulled over the nozzle to clean up all parts of the corpse, and collected the aqueous solution for chemical analysis.
　　 also moves very fast.
　　 Su Ming originally planned to give him half an hour, but in fact it was only ten minutes before Holloway put the body back in the locker.
　　 "Is there a result?"
　　Su Ming took the stack of papers he handed over. Is this a doctor's occupational disease? In fact, dictation is fine, why are you sending me a paper report?
　　 What do the graphs and values ​​above mean? Who can understand?
　　 Holloway also shrugged. He followed the procedures of forensic medicine exactly, and realized that he was still wearing a mask after he was done.
"Professional assassin’s frontal shot, the modified gun fired five shots instantly, the bullets should be 9mm, very clean, no clues can be seen from the body." He paused, looked at the cabinet where the corpse was placed, and sighed. : "The corpse showed signs of being moved. It was the scene where the corpse was thrown, but I found clues in his hair and soles."
　　 Su Ming picked up his chin and motioned for the two to return to the top of the building to evacuate: "Say, what do you find?"
"There was a piece of rust on his cloak. I tested and observed it. It contained halogens and several kinds of dead seaweed cells." Holloway looked serious, and the two walked quickly across the empty staircase: "And the soles of his shoes. He stepped on a special compound, carbamide."
　　 Su Ming pinched out the cigarette butts and put them away, then put on his mask again: "If I remember correctly, this seems to be a kind of fertilizer?"
　　 Holloway nodded. Not many people know about this thing, but the death knell is right: "Yes, CN2H4O, commonly known as urea."
　　 "Interesting, there are many uses of chemical fertilizers, but the most famous use of nitrogen fertilizers is to make explosives. Maybe he found someone planning to do big things on the beach or on a boat."
　　 They returned to the roof, Su Ming threw the hook again, and the two moved between the roof.
"It doesn’t have to be on the beach or on a boat. New York is a seaside city. These seaweed cells are widely distributed in various water bodies. I am not an expert in algae biology. I can’t give a more detailed division. And if there is a heavy rain or strong wind, they It will even drift to almost anywhere with the wind."
　　 Dr. Holloway added that if he wants to track down clues, he thinks it is better to see if he can find the same batch of fertilizers, which are easier to locate than algae.
　　Su Ming shook his head. He originally wanted to find some direct evidence from the corpse, such as personally characteristic killing techniques or weapons.
　　 But whether it is seaweed or chemical fertilizer, these two clues are needles in a haystack, and they are not enough to investigate. At least the current level of technology does not support their investigation.
　　 "We don't follow these two clues. The other one you mentioned first is the most useful."
　　 Su Ming actually saw the reporter's name in the comics, but it was a far cry from the present.
　　 Past intelligence can only be used selectively. It was confirmed by multiple parties that Holloway and the torchbearer were found, and they were the person in the impression before proceeding to the next contact.
　　 Now only the information that I have investigated is credible.
　　Doctor Holloway pondered for a moment: "You mean his true identity?"
　　 "Yes, although I don't know him, I used to take another reporter for a period of time. She likes to write things and clues in her notebook, even if she has a camera and a recorder."
　　 Su Ming and the doctor returned to the car, Gin drove away, and the scenery outside the car window quickly passed. The two began to change their uniforms, and then they needed to act low-key.
"What it is?"
　　 Hollerway looked dumbfounded~EbookFREE.me~ Is the camera the kind of big guy used to make movies? Can a female reporter bring that? And what is a recorder? Whatever you think about the recording and pen is not a match.
"Don't care about the details." Su Ming waved his hand and motioned him not to think about it. Since Double Gunman hadn't said these things, he didn't want to explain to the doctor: "In short, this is a reporter's occupational disease. They must all have a notebook , Recording his whereabouts and tasks."
　　 "I didn't find it on him just now." Hollerway showed an excited expression. In previous interviews with reporters, they did hold a notebook.
　　 "So now that you know his real name, we can find his address. Now the book is not in his possession, either in the editorial department of the Daily Horn or at his house."
　　 Su Ming changed back to his suit and coat, adjusted his hair, and regained the style of the rich, and took up a drink to toast to the doctor.
　　 Holloway also raised his glass, he really needed a sip to calm down.
"It is almost impossible for a newspaper to know that the office struggle is very fierce. If you write down the news that you follow in a notebook and put it in an office shared by dozens of people, then the news will soon have nothing to do with you. "
　　 The doctor reminded that there is secret competition in any industry, not to mention the time-sensitive profession like news.
　　 News is money. If there is no news, you will be hungry. This struggle can be much fiercer.
　　Su Ming also nodded, and applauded Holloway. He is much better than those of Zhenglian. At least he can think independently, right?
　　 He smiled and raised the glass full of golden wine to touch the doctor: "Yes, so now we go back to my site and see if this poor reporter is my client."