The Underworld Detective

The body of the day and night is special and can only be nourished by blood. His‘ inferiority 'was discovered by the Sisters of God, who considered him a child of the devil!

In order to keep him here, the Dean may have reached some kind of acquiescence. As long as he honestly does not bite people during the day and night, the Dean has been secretly feeding him with animal blood. Although it is not as good as human blood, he will not starve to death.

When he grew up in the middle of the day, he escaped from the orphanage, lurked a few years later and started revenge on the prostitute-women! I don't think he has much gratitude in his heart for the Dean. Instead, he resents the resentment that he brought himself into the world and resents the tragic childhood he caused himself. However, the Dean still has a deep guilt for his own son...

This guilt made him an accomplice during the day and wiped his ass in order not to be arrested by the police during the night.

These are just my speculations, but I believe that the truth is not separated from the 10. After listening to me, Huang Xiaotao said angrily: “Whatever the reasons for the father and son, we must bring them to justice! ”

Shortly afterwards, the Dynasty bought back what I wanted. I found a basin, cut the squid's ink bag with scissors, dripped the ink into it, and poured linseed oil into it to stir, allowing the two to mix thoroughly.

Wang Dali asked curiously, "Isn't there ink on the table? Why buy a squid for ink? ”

I said, "Don't you get it? Squirrel ink is an ancient Chinese medicine called abdominal ink. It is documented in the Herbal Program. The ink in this abdomen has two characteristics. The first is light and does not destroy the shape of ash; the second is it contains phosphorus and can glow! ”

“Glow?” Wang Dali glared at her eyes.

I borrowed a straw from Cho, sucked a little mixed squid juice, and told him to get a camera ready, set the exposure to the highest, and finally ordered the police to turn off all the lights at the scene.

After the lights went off, there was some faint light coming through the window, and I asked someone to close the curtains, and the whole house was like a darkroom.

“It's dark. Should I give you a flashlight?” Huang Xiaotao asked.

“No, I can see!” I activated the Eye of the Hole, and everything in the house was under my nose.

Zhou said: “But I can't see. ”

I pulled Cho into a position and told him to hold the camera up and press the shutter later when I shouted.

Then I dripped the squid juice from the straw onto the ash, and waited about ten seconds, and the ash slowly showed some glowing handwriting, and everyone was shouting, and I said, "Take a quick shot, it'll only last a little while! ”

Zhou pressed the shutter and I asked someone to turn on the light when it was done.

Zhou was using a digital camera, and he checked the photos, and it worked so well, he asked the tech team to send it to the computer and restore the fragments with ps. The final fragment was restored to a line of words under the stare of all, an address - '48 South Rose Road’!

Huang Xiaotao said excitedly: "This could be where they were working tonight, Xu, you bring a few people to stay and the others come with me! ”

We rushed to No. 48 Nanqiang Road. This is a residential building. Huang Xiaotao was going to go door to door to inquire. I said this was not possible. He would be surprised at the murderer, so he asked Zhou to take out the UV lamp.

I put the ultraviolet light in Wang Dali's hand, taught him how to use it, and let him raise it high. And I took the red umbrella out of my handbag, and I pulled it open, and I slowly rotated to an angle, illuminating a messy footprint on the ground through the light of the umbrella paper.

“Didn't this umbrella have to be autopsied?” Huang Xiaotao asked curiously.

“It's more than autopsies, it's more functional!” I replied.

“It's too convenient. When will one of our technical teams be ready?” Zhou said with envy.

I don't think so. It's a long time to build this umbrella, and some of the formulas are from the Song family. I can't reveal them.

Huang Xiaotao looked at the footprints of the residential building, which caused sorrow: “Which one is the killer's? ”

I looked at it and pointed at one of them and said: "This, the left foot is lightweight and the right foot is obviously left behind by the dean! ”

We followed these footprints all the way to the fourth floor, and the footprints disappeared in front of a door. I was about to unlock the lock. Huang Xiaotao kicked the door open with one foot, pulled out the gun and rushed in with his head. The others followed closely!

People searched the house, and suddenly yellow peaches screamed in the house, and then a cheering sound. Countless black bats flew out the door and scared me and Wang Dali.

“Song Yang, we're one step late!” Huang Xiaotao's voice came from the house.

I walked into the bedroom and found a female corpse lying on the bed, wearing a floral dress, pale skin and two bloody tooth marks on the neck, identical to the death of the deceased.

There are a number of bats hanging on the roof, and although they have just been shocked by the police intrusion, the remaining quantities are still considerable.

Those bats are like messengers of hell, black pressed, peristaltic from time to time, a pair of tiny eyes emitting strange green light, and people with dense phobia must be scared to see this scene soften their legs.

I was a little frustrated, and if I could find out earlier that the director was an accomplice, the girl might not be dead.

But the body was still to be tested, and I said to Huang Xiaotao: "Wang Dali and I will stay here for an autopsy. You take everyone and search the neighborhood. ”

“Can you two stay here?” Huang Xiaotao asked uncomfortably.

“It's okay, the killer won't come back.” I replied.

“But these bats...” Huang Xiaotao glanced at the roof.

“These are ordinary bats that can't hurt people.” I don't give a shit, "he said.

“Well, I asked the Dynasty to stay and protect you. ”

After that, Huang Xiaotao went out with the other officers, and the technical team began to collect evidence. I tucked up my sleeve, put on gloves, examined the pupils of the body, listened to the bone sounds of the body, and judged the time of death to be about two hours.

Although I know that there may not be any important clues this time, the test still has to be carried out. I asked Wang Dali to pick up Xuan paper and camellia oil from the bag, and still used the 'oil paper overlay method' to extract the fingerprints.

Wang Dali said: "Why not just use your umbrella? ”

“Autopsies and evidence collection should be tailored to local circumstances, not that a method works every time.” I explained.

As a result of this test, let me really detect some clues. This time, the fingerprints appearing on Xuan paper actually bear blurred fingerprints.

Zhou hurry up and take a photo: “This is definitely not the same person! ”

“No!” I compared the hand impression: "It did dry during the day, he took excess blood protein during this time, so the skin started to secrete grease again, which he probably didn't even realize. ”

Wang Dali said: "Is there a possibility? Was the killer actually sucking blood to cure his own weird illness? ”

And I thought, "Well, that might be true, but now that he can secrete grease, let's do something a little easier. ”

I asked Wang Dali to turn on the ultraviolet light, and then pull up the red umbrella and spin it gently. I was simulating the sunlight with the ultraviolet light.

The bat on the top of his head was stimulated by ultraviolet light, and he shouted his wings and flew out of the open window, and the people in the house screamed.

I walked up to the living room, where the red umbrella cast the dark blood, and the door frames, the table, and a glass of water also showed faint fingerprints.

Zhou was ready to follow me, and I said to him: "Stay and check the water left in the cup to see if there is any DNA! ”

“Oh... OK!” Zhou nodded.

I kept walking out and found the same fingerprints on the stair armrest, and it turned out that it was going up. Wang Dali said with a glare: “The murderer didn't go down, he... he is still in this building. ”

Wang Ai dynasty, who was smoking by the door, immediately extinguished his cigarette butt, pressed the Type 92 pistol in his waist and looked at me with an eye waiting for orders.

I made an immediate decision: "The three of us go up and get him! ”