Chapter 7 The Big-Eyed Boy (II)(15)
2023-05-29 来源:百合文库
Louis was right. The quties of a forensic doctor include clarifying the gulit of a criminal suspect. Hearing the words of Louis, I felt a lot of peace in my heart.
Since I could not participate in the dissection, I asked the police to take Mr. and Mrs. Wilson to the police station. The participation of forensic doctor in interrogation is naturally not a bad thing for the policemen. Soon, the case was transferred to the criminal police team, and I followed them into the interrogation room.
In the interrogation room, Wilson confessed to his crime, “We didn’t have any money to cure the disease, and it is impossible to cure it. Every time we see little Harry’s headache and vomiting, the more and more squinting serious eyes, starving dizzy, eating and spitting, my heart is like a knife cut. The doctor said there was little hope of survival. Why should he suffer so much more pains? Every day he had to be given a infusion bottle. Sometimes he could not eat anything. Sometimes he had to insert a gastric tube. I couldn’t watch him suffer so much. I couldn’t bear it. Yesterday, after discussing with Flora, I went back to the ward and found little Harry playing outside the ward. I took him out to eat Kentucky. He liked Kentucky best. I wanted to give him his favorite before his gone. At the gate of KFC, I saw a bamboo stick and took it with me. I wanted to kill him with the stick, but I couldn’t hit him with the stick. Later he went to the pond to play, and I pushed him into the water. Unexpectedly, he floated up and shouted ‘Daddy and Daddy.’ He must have thought I was playing with him. I firmly put my heart on him with the bamboo stick, put him into the water, he grabbed the bamboo stick struggling, struggling…
Since I could not participate in the dissection, I asked the police to take Mr. and Mrs. Wilson to the police station. The participation of forensic doctor in interrogation is naturally not a bad thing for the policemen. Soon, the case was transferred to the criminal police team, and I followed them into the interrogation room.
In the interrogation room, Wilson confessed to his crime, “We didn’t have any money to cure the disease, and it is impossible to cure it. Every time we see little Harry’s headache and vomiting, the more and more squinting serious eyes, starving dizzy, eating and spitting, my heart is like a knife cut. The doctor said there was little hope of survival. Why should he suffer so much more pains? Every day he had to be given a infusion bottle. Sometimes he could not eat anything. Sometimes he had to insert a gastric tube. I couldn’t watch him suffer so much. I couldn’t bear it. Yesterday, after discussing with Flora, I went back to the ward and found little Harry playing outside the ward. I took him out to eat Kentucky. He liked Kentucky best. I wanted to give him his favorite before his gone. At the gate of KFC, I saw a bamboo stick and took it with me. I wanted to kill him with the stick, but I couldn’t hit him with the stick. Later he went to the pond to play, and I pushed him into the water. Unexpectedly, he floated up and shouted ‘Daddy and Daddy.’ He must have thought I was playing with him. I firmly put my heart on him with the bamboo stick, put him into the water, he grabbed the bamboo stick struggling, struggling…
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