"……go out."

The psychiatrist whispered.

Jin Ping'an, who was sitting on the chair, stopped the brush, looked at the painting in his hand and hesitated: "But I..."

"I'll let you out!"

The psychologist pushed the two of them to the door with a huge face, and then slammed the door.

Tian Hao gently patted Kim Ping'an on the shoulder to show encouragement.

In desperation, Kim Ping'an could only squat in the corner of the wall and supported the drawing board with his knees, and continued to fly with his brush.

Half an hour later, the door opened.

At this time, Kim Ping'an had already drawn several sketches about the factory warehouse.

These are all pictures traced back through Hu Yingshao's shoes.

However, in a large part of the scene, Hu Yingshao attended the event as invited guests, rather than coming alone.

The pictures were also shocking and were received by Kim Ping'an's brain.

He couldn't determine which one was wrong.

So Kim Ping An can only draw pictures of the night, or the more suspicious ones.

The psychologist looked at the two of them with a bad expression. Tian Hao sighed and slowly squatted down with Kim Ping'an's painting.

He showed the sketches one by one before the victims.

When seeing a granary, the victim's emotions began to fluctuate significantly.

Tian Hao immediately threw the sketch aside. He just needed to determine which place it was. They could check the rest, and there was no need to put psychological pressure on the victim.

With six paintings, the victim only reacted to that warehouse.

After Tian Hao thanked him, he quickly left with Kim Ping'an.

"Ping An, I'll go to the technical department to check the distribution map of the granary in Qianhua Market. You go to the morgue to trace the body of the fake Wang Sheng, mainly looking for pictures with the warehouse."

Tian Hao quickly made the division of labor: "You are fine alone, right? If not, you can find Liu Yuan to accompany you."

Although he is the only one in the detachment who knows Kim Ping'an's ability to trace back, Kim Ping'an is going to check the body this time.

Even if Kim Ping An reacts strangely, others will only think that he is not used to seeing the corpse and is nauseating.

"Don't worry, let's talk about being with you and not relieving the sequelae, what's the use?"

Kim Ping An couldn't help but complain.

The two parted at the fork in the road, Tian Hao headed straight to the technical department, and Kim Ping'an headed straight to the forensic doctor's anatomy room.

…………

"The corpse is seriously skewed...there are more fractures in the arms and calf..."

As soon as Kim Ping'an walked to the door of the forensic anatomy room, he heard the conversation inside before he opened the door.

In addition, there is the stench of corpse that cannot be blocked through the two doors.

Kim Ping An put on a mask and pushed the door straight in.

"Peace...why are you here for?"

The forensic doctor did not stop his movements. While checking the body, he asked his apprentice who was holding the camera and the recording book to record the body information.

"I'll take a look at the body that Captain Liu sent here today, the one I'm going to come from the drug control team."

Kim Ping'an had vomited for a whole morning, but now he saw the body that had been rotten on the dissection table, and his abdomen began to hurt again.

He tried to turn his head away and not look at the bodies on the stands to avoid being disgusted.

But the foul smell of corpse everywhere tried hard to get into the gap in the mask, which made Kim Ping'an have to cover his mouth with his hands while wearing the mask.

"The one on the table next to it is, you can see it first, remember to wear gloves."

The forensic doctor pointed to the cabinet next to him and signaled him to take his gloves.

After saying that, he continued to be in the autopsy.

In his opinion, Kim Ping An just came to help Tian Hao take two photos, so there is no need to take them to heart.

According to the forensic doctor, Kim Ping'an found a pair of gloves and put them on, and slowly pulled open the body bag.

The fake Wang Sheng had just died not long ago, and the body had not yet been seriously decayed, but the y-shaped suture on the chest was a bit scary.

Kim Ping An turned his back to the forensic duo and secretly put his naked skin on the body of the fake Wang Sheng.

It soon entered the space of consciousness that was backward.

…………

"vomit!!!"

Five minutes later, under the triple stimulation of the corpse smell, the body also has the sequelae of backtracking ability, Kim Ping'an rushed to the trash can and vomited wildly.

The forensic doctor shook his head and raised his head to signal his apprentice to help him out, while he continued to fiddle with bottles and jars.

"Is it okay, do you want to drink some water?"

The apprentice gently patted Kim Ping'an's back and slowly slid down along the back of his neck, which could slightly relieve the desire to vomit.

"vomit!!!"

Five minutes later, under the triple stimulation of the corpse smell, the body also has the sequelae of backtracking ability, Kim Ping'an rushed to the trash can and vomited wildly.

The forensic doctor shook his head and raised his head to signal his apprentice to help him out, while he continued to fiddle with bottles and jars.

"Is it okay, do you want to drink some water?"
Chapter completed!