The Underworld Detective

I pulled a piece of cardboard out of the bag and stuffed it into Zhou's hand. “Check it out and see if I've done anything! ”

Zhou looked at me ugly and said to a policeman: "Hurry up and bring me my toolbox. ”

He opened the toolbox, took out some instruments and reagents, and started scanning those sheets of paper. I was too lazy to take care of him. Huang Xiaotao called a cop from the technical team to take photo evidence, and I took a closer look at the two fingerprints.

These two hands were stamped on the victim's shoulder blade, and the killer would only show such clear marks if he died pressing the victim to suck blood!

I compared it with my palm, and it was a bigger cut than mine, and judging by the size of the shape, it was an adult male between the ages of 20 and 30.

But I found a problem, and Huang Xiaotao also found: "Song Yang, there are no fingerprints on this fingerprint at all! ”

“What do you think the reason would be?” I asked.

“Perhaps the killer destroyed his fingerprints or wore gloves.” Yellow Peach guessed.

I shook my head and pointed to a few places and said: "Look at the fingerprints, the lines on the joints are clear, which means the killer didn't wear gloves when he was working. If the killer destroys the fingerprints himself, there will be messy wrinkles, but the fingerprints are very clear and clean...”

“What could be the reason?” Huang Xiao Peach thought with his little head.

At this time, Zhou had tested my Xuan paper and his face looked worse than before, like a purple eggplant.

Of course, my paper will be fine, but the kid just won't admit it and said with a trembling voice: "How could this dirt pack beat my American equipment! ”

“Dead duck with a hard mouth!” I sneer: “It's not how you lose to me, it's not how your American equipment loses to me, it's how you lose to your ego. Old ancestors left behind without learning the whole thing, so they went to learn the gringo's ghost. ”

“Come on, fresh ash, eat while it's hot.” Wang Dali brought the ashtray on the bedside table and handed it to Zhou. Zhou Qi was in a bad mood and did not reach for it.

I took the ashtray and I handed it to him: "Come on, let's lose, you eat and I'll tell you why you didn't find out. ”

At this time, everyone else in the room came to see the noise, most of them were Zhou's men. Zhou badly yelled at them: “Go away, don't look!” Then I grabbed the ashtray from my hand and poured it into my mouth, most of which, of course, fell to the ground, and I couldn't help pointing out the details.

Zhou Zhou's mouth was covered with ash, he chewed the cigarette butt in his mouth vigorously. The sad expression was a bit funny. I couldn't help but laugh and took care of his face before I forced him to hold on.

Wang Dali didn't care, smiling and banging me on the shoulder: "Yoko, look at him. Is the cigarette butt good? ”

Huang Xiaotao couldn't hold on to the laugh, he might be afraid of hurting Zhou's self-esteem, deliberately blocking his mouth with his hands.

Of course, the cigarette butt didn't taste good. Zhou swallowed it because of his neck. Then he wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “Go ahead, I want to hear what you can say. ”

“I've read all the Western Methodologists' books. The principle of fingerprinting is nothing more than this. The sweat glands of a human will give off a layer of oil that is not easily detectable. They will leave fingerprints on the surface of an object, so they will show up with aluminum powder or ultraviolet lamps, but this killer is a bit special..." I explained.

“What's so special?” Zhou couldn't help but wonder.

“He doesn't have sweat glands, or his sweat glands don't have secretory functions.” I said.

Zhou Dazheng: “How can people not have sweat glands!” The others present also stood still and talked.

“Actually, I'd also like to thank you.” I said.

“Thank me?” Zhou was a little stunned.

“Huang Xiaotao said that you are a high-caliber student who returned from studying in the United States, and I'm sure you won't even be able to detect simple fingerprints, which saves me a lot of steps and uses the 'oil paper test' directly. ”

“Wait!” Zhou said. "Since you don't have sweat glands, where do you get these two fingerprints? ”

“This is called an 'imprint and yang mark', when a person dies, the bioelectric current in his body will escape from his pores, and at this point if something blocks the surface of the skin, it will leave a clear mark, whether he has sweat glands or not! Why do people lose 21 grams when they die? Some say it's the weight of the soul, which is actually the total weight of the biocurrent that escapes.” I explained quickly.

Xiao Zhou stared at him with dismay and sighed for a long time: “You are really unusual, I underestimated the ancestral scholarship, I was really offended! ”

This guy's mistaken attitude is quite good. Unlike Qin's forensic doctor, he stinks and is hard as a rock in a thatch. I couldn't help but be fond of him. He said: "It's okay, you've learned so many years of scientific knowledge. I hear that I am a mastermind. It is also normal not to trust. I hope that we can cooperate well in the future. ”

“I will surely seek to teach in vain and will not be so arrogant anymore.” Zhou hesitated to reach out one hand, and I shook him.

I waved at the policeman: "Keep checking! ”

“You still want to test it?” Wang Dali asked.

This case looks unusual. I can't take care of Xuan Paper and Camellia oil. I helped Wang Dali by examining each of the four parts of the victim's wrist, waist, thigh and ankle.

Oil paper overpressure is time-consuming. It took almost an hour to complete the examination. The deceased's wrist showed marks from a strap, like cloth or silk. The same strap marks were also found on the ankle, with a pair of hand marks on each side of the waist.

By the time we did this, Zhou was watching the smell next to him, and he had been completely overwhelmed.

I said to him, "Come and help! ”

“Oh!” he ran over and asked, “How can I help? ”

“You lift the arms of the dead slowly and vigorously.” I said in the tone of an order.

When the two of them lifted their arms, I used to listen to the bone wooden on both shoulders of the deceased in rotation, at the same time told the surrounding people not to make any noise. If the deceased was fixed to a certain position, a layer of joint lubricant would be secreted on the inside of the joint, and the lubricant solidified after death. When this position was restored, some very slight abnormal sounds would be heard.

This technique restores the deceased to pre-mortem posture, called ‘autopsy'! It was created by Song Tianyuang, an ancestral Da Lisi monk of the Song family. When Song Tianyuang was said to have studied ‘autopsy' to the highest realm, he was able to get himself out of his pre-mortem posture through a magnetic needle puncture. The scene was unusually weird. He was said to have frightened an official to live.

The ancestor had also allowed the body to ‘live' on top of the court, pointing out the murderer among several suspects, who confessed to the crime on the spot.

We constantly adjusted and finally found the posture of the deceased before he died.

Put your hands up on the wall like a wretched Jesus! Let it be slaughtered.

I looked closely at the wall and theoretically there should be hooks and other things to fix the victim's hands. I snapped a finger and found that the wallpaper was new, and there was a hole in the wall behind it.

“Here's a nail! Someone pasted it afterwards.” I called.

I started "Hole Eyes" to stick my face on the wallpaper for an inch, and found a very slight bump on the wallpaper, so I tore off the whole wallpaper, and the black insulation line appeared behind it.

Wires are generally buried at the foot of the wall for fire and safety reasons and are protected by a plastic tube, apparently intentionally installed behind the wallpaper.

“Find out where it's connected.” I said anxiously.

“Come and help! ”

Zhou called several technical police officers, ripped the wallpaper and tore the wire out. Finally, a pinhole camera was found next to the room headlight, facing the bed below.

Huang Xiaotao said after a shout from the people present: "What are you filming? That's nasty! ”

“But that means we have a big lead.” I said.

Huang Xiaotao nodded and greeted a policeman: “Bring the head of the hotel! ”