The Underworld Detective

I called Wang Dali in and said to him: "Dali, go and help me prepare a few things! I want towels, boiling water, buckets, rope, iron plate, electric stove, white vinegar, ginger. ”

“Want some noodles and chili?” Wang Dali asked.

“What do I want with that thing? ”

“Look at all this stuff you're asking for. Aren't you going to have a teppanyaki?” Wang Dali wondered.

I chuckled, “Go and get it for me. ”

“That money...” Wang Dali looked at me.

Huang Xiaotao said: "Don't worry, I'll reimburse you when I'm done, remember to develop - tickets. ”

I remembered one thing, and I said, "Wait! We don't have a few pots of succulent meat in our dormitory, you come with a pot. ”

“What do you want with that? It's too boring to look into a case, and you make potted flowers to regulate the atmosphere?” Wang Dali's tongue.

“Stop asking and go.” I waved.

“Okay!” Wang Dali said yes and ran away.

I searched the victim's clothes and found ID cards, student ID cards, some change, a set of keys, a cell phone, and a half packet of Yuxi cigarettes, all written in Deng Chao's name. I turned on the phone and found it locked. I used the password lock. Huang Xiaotao asked the police next door for a few evidence bags and put these things together separately.

I stood up and looked around, and this music room was wide open, and there was a podium in front of it, and there was an old wooden piano next to it, and the piano was facing a window to the south, and those windows were all open. Due to the early construction of the building and the lack of air conditioning, several ceiling ceilings were installed.

“Strange, where did the victim's head go?” I stared at the headless body and said to myself.

I went to the front of the piano, and I reached out and pressed the key and found that there was no sound. It turns out that this vintage piano needed to step on the pedal below to make a sound when it was being used. Huang Xiaotao blinked curiously and looked at me: "Can you play the piano? ”

“Of course not. ”

I swept through the keys and noticed that several keys were stuck. I immediately realized something was wrong. I yelled anxiously: "Quick, open the cap. There's something inside! ”

When the lid was opened, the policemen present shouted.

Inside the piano, many strings were broken, messy strings were like spider webs, wrapped around a fleshy, blurred head and dropped a baseball cap next to it.

I rolled up my sleeves and reached out to pull this head out, but the strings were completely entangled, like a mess, and if I pulled it hard, I would probably rip the flesh off the top.

Huang Xiaotao sent a policeman to find a tiger plier. Soon, the policeman borrowed a tiger plier from the school security office and snapped a string wrapped around his head. The head was finally pulled out!

I took my head to the side of the headless corpse, and from the wounds, it was basically the same person. But the decay of the head is a little different, the skin is a little greener, and the exposed flesh is starting to smell rotten.

In addition, I noticed a fracture in the back of my head, pressed gently with my hand, and found a broken skull beneath my skin, which was already bruised and purulent. With a little pressure from my fingers, I squeezed a white rotten pus from under my skin and flowed onto my wrist.

“Don't move!” Huang Xiaotao said, pulling out a tissue to wipe it clean for me, and I said thank you.

“Anything?” Huang Xiaotao asked.

“The head is essentially the same as the body, and the head is cut open by a sharp instrument.” I sniffed close to my head: “It looks like there's some kind of potion on my head, plus there's a lot of bacteria in the piano, so it rots a lot faster, and my face is a little confused. ”

“In other words, irreparable?” Huang Xiaotao asked.

“It's basically impossible to recover...” I muttered, the two girls claiming to have witnessed a white ghost playing the piano last night, and then the strings flew in the classroom, cutting off Deng Chao's head like a ghost dancing hair.

For the above, I naturally don't believe it, otherwise don't investigate this case!

The killer drugged the victim's head into the piano, perhaps deliberately blurring it.

But in the case of the head dead, confirmation of the identity of the deceased is of the utmost importance, and if the head disappears or is seriously damaged, it should be questioned whether the murderer is confusing the audiovisual? This technique is not uncommon, ancient criminals have used it, I have seen many similar cases in the Prison Break Myth, so I think it is necessary to investigate who this Deng Chao really is.

“Song Yang, do you think the deceased's head was cut off by the strings?” Huang Xiaotao asked.

“The wound section is neat. All I can say is that it was cut off by a sharp instrument. Speaking of strings, it's a really tough weapon to cut people apart! I heard about a case more than a decade ago in which the deceased rode his motorcycle home late at night every day, the prisoner calculates the height on the necessarily passage of the deceased, ties a string of violin, and the moment the deceased passed, his head is cut off, then a headless corpse rides the motorcycle all the way into the barbecue platoon, scares a lot of people crazy, the case was a big expert at the time.” I explained slowly.

“Ah, you're talking about the Headless Rider case 10 years ago.” Huang Xiaotao was shocked: “I remember the police hired a mysterious person to solve the case, etc., the case was never made public, where did you hear that? ”

“I heard from an old policeman.” I understate that this case was actually solved by my grandfather!

I stared at the wound on my head for a moment and suddenly noticed something was wrong. The skin of my head was cut very neatly, but there were not easily visible signs of friction on the cervical vertebrae.

I closed my eyes, opened them again, took a good look at them with "Hollow Eyes," and found some tiny black particles on my spine, like some kind of metal debris.

So I came to the conclusion that the flesh and bone were not cut with the same tool!

At this time Wang Daxing rushed in, carrying a big bag in his left hand, a bottle of warm pot in his right hand, and said in a rush: "Yoko, I've got what you want back. ”

And I opened the bag and I looked at it and I said, “You're good, you're so quick to get it all together. ”

“Anything else, I borrowed this iron board from an off-campus barbecue shop and had to pay it back...” Wang Dali finished, his eyes suddenly stared straight at a place. Turns out he saw the head I put on the ground.

“Oh, my God, where did you find this bloody head? It's horrible!” Wang Dali was scared to death.

“If you can't stand it, go for a walk and bring a piece of iron and a piece of blank paper when you get back.” I commanded.

“Hey, why didn't you just say it together? I have to go again!” Wang Dali complained.

“Just think of it as exercise. I'll buy you dinner later.” I consoled him and sent him away.

After Wang Dali left, I poured the hot water from the warm pot into the bucket, then soaked the towel in it and covered the victim's chest with a hot towel.

Seeing me start the autopsy, a lot of cops came around, and Huang Xiaotao asked curiously, "What are you doing with the hot towel on his chest? ”

“Didn't I just tell you to prove the time of death? Watch carefully! ”

When I softened the chest of the deceased, I turned the deceased upside down and applied a hot towel to his back. This was repeated three times, confirming that the muscles of the deceased had begun to soften before using a special method to continually poke the back of the deceased.

All of a sudden, the headless body sat halfway up without a sign, and a large group of bloody ice burst out of the wound at the neck.

Seeing this scene, all the cops in the room were scared to step back!