Han Mo spoke as if asking Deng Liang, but he didn't even look at him properly. After receiving Bai Xi's consent, he walked directly forward. When he reached Deng Liang's side, he said coldly, "Director Deng, could you please have someone get me a pair of disposable protective gloves?"
Deng Liang finally came to his senses, nodded, and said, "Alright."
He then gestured to his subordinate, who immediately went to fetch them.
Han Mo calmly put on the gloves and approached the corpse to begin his examination. "Han Zheng, male, forty-seven years old. The body is completely stiff. Judging by the degree of rigor mortis and livor mortis, combined with the temperature in this cell, the time of death should be over 8 hours ago. This means the time of death should be between five and six this morning…"
Deng Liang was somewhat surprised. "Yes, according to the surveillance footage, the time the two of them died was around five-thirty, and they stopped moving around five forty-five."
Han Mo continued, "The eyeballs were dug out by himself, held in his own hand. One eyeball was completely crushed due to excessive force. The other remains intact. It's bloody everywhere here, but most of the blood is dotted or in patches, not a lot. The cause of death should be a forceful impact of the head against the wall, causing intracranial hemorrhage, leading to his collapse here…"
Deng Liang watched as Han Mo, wearing gloves, skillfully parted the wounds on Han Zheng's now unresponsive body and retrieved the eyeball clutched in Han Zheng's palm. He couldn't help it and vomited again.
Bai Xi frowned. "Are you alright?"
Deng Liang had nothing left in his stomach; he only managed to cough up a few mouthfuls of bitter yellow bile. He awkwardly covered his mouth and waved slightly at Bai Xi, "I'm fine, I'm fine."
Han Mo raised an eyebrow, his expression calm. "Director Deng, if you can't handle it, you can wait outside."
To his surprise, Han Mo was remarkably composed, as if he were utterly accustomed to such scenes.
Could this man also be from the Dark Division?
When he first encountered Bai Xi, he knew she was a high-ranking commander in the Dark Division and that she was exceptionally capable. It was impossible to say he wasn't attracted to her as a woman, but he knew he was far from worthy of her.
Moreover, in his heart, the most important woman was always his original wife, who had died protecting their child.
However, he absolutely did not want such an excellent woman to be troubled by romance and end up with a scumbag, a good-for-nothing pretty boy. But now it seemed… was this pretty boy also from the Dark Division, with a similar status to Bai Xi? Or perhaps… a higher position?
Deng Liang said, "I'll stay here."
As the director of the Security Bureau, it was not appropriate for him to leave at this juncture.
Han Mo said faintly, "Later, I will examine Han Fang's intestines and internal organs, cutting them open one by one with scissors."
Han Rui had said that when two people have conflicts, as long as they have each other in their hearts, it's not scary.
What's scary are those with ulterior motives who try to poach someone when their emotions are unstable.
Although he didn't think Deng Liang had the audacity or capability for that, he wouldn't let any man who approached Xi'er at this time off the hook.
As soon as Han Mo said this, Deng Liang collapsed again. Just hearing Han Mo's description was unbearable. "I apologize, Miss. I'll go outside and organize the information on Han Zheng and Han Fang's files since they joined the Security Bureau and give it to you."
Bai Xi nodded. "Alright."
In an instant, only Bai Xi and Han Mo remained in the cell.
Han Mo then directly removed his gloves, washed his hands with soap at the nearby sink, and sprayed them with the portable alcohol-based hand sanitizer he carried.
Bai Xi raised an eyebrow, looking at Han Mo as he rubbed his hands. "Weren't you going to cut open the intestines to check for the cause of death for Han Fang and Han Zheng?"
Han Mo had finished disinfecting his hands and walked towards Bai Xi. "I've checked thoroughly. There are no signs of poisoning, nor any defensive or tentative wounds."
Bai Xi frowned. "So, did the two of them really commit suicide?"
Defensive wounds referred to the protective actions taken when someone is being harmed, to ward off the attack.
If there were no defensive actions, it naturally indicated that Han Zheng and Han Fang had not offered any resistance.
The reasons for no resistance were only two: either they were completely unaware and killed without warning, or they calmly accepted death, waiting to die, or committed suicide.
Tentative wounds were caused by the body's self-protection mechanism when inflicting harm upon oneself, resulting in pain. Therefore, people who committed suicide by slitting their wrists usually had more than one cut.
She was very clear about Han Zheng and Han Fang's situation.
These two individuals manufactured and sold fake medicine, which led to extremely serious and dire consequences, causing multiple deaths. According to Chinese law, even if they weren't executed, they would likely never leave the Security Bureau for the rest of their lives.
Therefore, suicide was not an impossible possibility for them.
It was just that very few people who commit suicide had the courage to choose such a painful method. Thus, she instinctively felt they had been poisoned, similar to the incident at the haunted house, where some poison might have driven them mad and bloodthirsty.
But now that Han Mo said they hadn't been poisoned, how did they die?
With this thought, Bai Xi looked up, about to say something to Han Mo, when she realized Han Mo was already right in front of her, so close that she could feel his warm breath on her cheeks.
Han Mo whispered, "Xi'er, from the beginning until now, my heart has only held you. I truly know I was wrong. Please forgive me this once, alright?"
Bai Xi felt her heart inexplicably clench. She instinctively reached out, keeping Han Mo at arm's length, and said faintly, "Dr. Han, I don't have time to chat about these trivial matters with you right now. If you have anything to say, perhaps we should resolve this case first."
She never felt he had done anything wrong, nor did she need his apology. She simply felt that he had hidden many, many secrets that she couldn't see or guess. Moreover, it was evident that he didn't wish to discuss these secrets.
She wasn't angry, but… she knew clearly that her emotions were being swayed by him.
This feeling… gave her a sense of invisible pressure and a lack of control.
She disliked it and even… wanted to escape.
Seeing Bai Xi push him away, Han Mo took another step forward.
The fingers Bai Xi extended rested on his chest, touching his steadily beating heart and feeling its rhythm.
Han Mo slightly bent forward, bringing his eyes level with Bai Xi's and closing the distance between them. "I'm not rambling. I already know why these two ended up like this. As long as you stop calling me 'Dr. Han' and instead call me 'A'Mo,' I'll tell you, okay?"