Chapter 7 The Big-Eyed Boy (I)(19)
“Go!” Mr. Herman shouted.
It was unexpected that the old man was in a state of false death and his breathing movement could not be detected by close observation. After I stimulated his eyes with my hand, he came to life, but he was injured and could only moan with his eyes open like that.
Mr. Herman and I called a police car and warned all the way to the provincial First People’s Hospital. On the way, Mr. Herman said, “You take the idea of preconception as the principle. If the investigator says that the man is dead, is he? Don’t forget, it’s our forensic’s duty to diagnose the death when we rush to the scene. You take it too lightly to think about without breathing he’s died. You must remember that on such a scene, we must see if there is any livor mortis on the corpse, which is an important basis for confirming the death.”
In fact, I also knew that this negligence almost frightened me.
“Sudden movement of a corpse, ha-ha.” Mr. Herman made fun of me.
I didn’t come to my sense, and ignored his mockery.