The Underworld Detective

Just now, while I was rescuing the victim, the suspect Chen Da was taken aside for questioning by Huang Xiaotao and several bodyguards. As I walked over, a bodyguard nervously explained: "I kicked him in the foot without much effort...”

Huang Xiaotao scolded: “Cut the crap and beat the suspect in front of me as a policeman. Explain it to me later! ”

I asked about the situation. When Chen Da was caught, he didn't say a word. A bodyguard moved his breath, kicked him in the stomach, and Chen Da fell to the ground and then ran out of gas.

I touched Chanda's carotid artery, and it was dead, and when I touched my fingers, I had a strange feeling that his skin didn't have a bit of elasticity and grease, like a dead person.

I put my ear on his chest and listened to it. I was shocked. I repeatedly confirmed it. I broke his eyelid and looked at it. I moved his joints.

Finally, a sip of cool air was poured: "This is a dead man! ”

Huang Xiaotao said inexplicably: "We all know. ”

“No, I mean...”

I stopped looking at all the bodyguards around me. This is another weird case, or don't reveal the details.

When the police came, Master Huang stood with his crutches, and just now he saw my series of actions, and he looked up and down at me, and asked strangely: "Boy, what do you do at home? ”

When I first spoke to Huang Xiaotao's father, I naturally behaved politely: “My family is ordinary. ”

Master Huang nodded. “I'm sure you can handle it if you're not surprised!” Then he called Huang Xiao Peach aside and said something.

I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Huang Xiaotao was so excited, he kept yelling: “You're not involved in my business! I don't want to marry him! ”

When the police arrived, Huang Xiaotao coldly said: "Dad, I'm going to work. ”

The police took the body and we got into a police car. Huang Xiaotao grinned. “Guess what my father just told me? Tell me to break up with you, sacrifice my life for a family cause, and marry that porn ghost named Wang. ”

I exclaimed, "Perhaps in the eyes of a businessman, profit always outweighs affection! ”

Huang Xiaotao was dissatisfied: “So I hated this family atmosphere since I was a kid. I wish I was born in a normal house. By the way, what were you going to say to me? ”

I said: "In fact, the suspect has been dead for a week...”

Huang Xiaotao shocked: “How is this possible? He was clearly dying in front of me! ”

“But what his body and gut revealed was the hallmark of a week of death.” I explained.

Huang Xiaomei said with a glare: "So he's a walking corpse! ”

I asked, "Has this Chen Da and Ronghua Pharmaceutical's boss ever had a problem before? ”

Huang Xiaotao shook his head: “A courier, a drug dealer, not a competitor, where is the contradiction? Besides, people like them with faces don't move knives even if they have friction. ”

I called Wang Dali and asked him to bring me my tools. Wang Dali complained on the phone: “Are you going to let it go? ”

I said, "Thank you. I'll make it up to you later! ”

We went back to the station and Huang Xiaotao said he was going to change his clothes. I took off the watch and said: “The show is over. I'm not used to wearing this watch. Take it back. ”

Huang Xiaotao laughed: “Come on, since I gave it to you, it's yours. ”

I had to put it in my pocket for a while, and then Huang Xiaotao changed into his usual uniform and came out: “It's still comfortable to wear. ”

After a short while, Wang Dali came and complained: “These bad people are really, they prefer New Year's Day to do the crime. It's not close at all. In the future, a law should be promulgated. Holiday crimes should be increased by one! ”

Huang Xiaotao could not cry: “Just because you complained a lot, I was used to it when the New Year's Eve was the busiest for the police. ”

We came to the morgue, Wang Dali hid behind me, saw a man lying in bed, patting his chest: “Fine, this time the body is not too scary. ”

I don't think so. I think this autopsy is gonna be tough!

I found a set of keys in the deceased's pocket, half a packet of soft Chinese cigarettes, a hotel's complimentary lighter, and an Apple phone, all handed over to Huang Xiaopeach for disposal.

I sniffed carefully on the clothes and hair of the deceased and smelled a slight rotten smell. I took some skin samples and cut off some hair.

The fingerprints were then extracted from the deceased using seagrass ash, about four or five groups, presumably all left behind by bodyguards, but they were glued back together with clear glue to allow the technical team to compare.

After doing these two things, I cut off the victim's clothes and let him lie naked on the coroner's bed.

But there was a visible leather shoe print on the abdomen of the deceased, and the cells did not have a repair function after death, leaving traces that would not fade away.

And the deceased had a nail scratch on his neck, which was left when the deceased and the bodyguard twisted. I asked Huang Xiaotao to come and see. The scratch marks were old, and the skin rolled over the wound instead of contracting. Huang Xiaotao had seen a lot of dead people, knowing that this was a post-mortem wound, and she covered her mouth and said, “It's really dead! ”

Wang Dali whispered: “If you're not dead, can you still be alive? ”

Huang Xiaotao glanced at him: "Don't interrupt!” Then ask me, "Song Yang, does the world have the means to manipulate corpses? ”

I said, "There is no such thing as common sense! ”

Huang Xiaotao asked: “What about besides common sense? ”

I listed some of the things I could think of, such as Xiangxi's death drive, Voodoo's secret, and Thai necrophilia.

Xiangxi's post-mortem technique has always been mysterious. Two men with white headscarves can often be seen walking in the mountains, followed by a few jumping 'people' in the middle, and the head is covered with a town spell, which is the post-mortem. The folklore phrase: "Three people live in a shop, two people eat” refers to the evictor.

It wasn't until the 1950s that a PLA soldier happened to meet two evictors that he cracked the magic of it! It turns out the chaser used two bamboo poles to go through the arm roots of several corpses, because the rods were elastic and bounced off each time he carried them away, as if the body in the middle was jumping.

The legend of the Voodoo mystery in South America, as well as the Haitian zombie, is the inspiration for the world famous game Biochemical Crisis. There were foreign tourists who broke into the Haitian tribe late at night and saw a group of people with stiff limbs plowing their fields in the ground. After dawn, they automatically went back to the earth pit and lay down. At first glance, they were all dead. Later, scientists decrypted these people, and they actually got hit by river poison and entered a state of fake death.

The final Thai necrophilia, also known as the Guman child, involves the use of a complex set of methods to dry the corpse of a child and then drive it arbitrarily, but mainly to drive the soul, which has little to do with the manipulation of the corpse.

My ancestors had documented similar cases, but they all turned out to be fake or pretended bodies. Chen Da died in front of the public, the likelihood of pretending is equal to zero, so there is no reference value.

After that, Wang Daxing shouted: “There is also a possibility that the shadow is sneaky! ”

I frowned and blamed myself: "Read that stupid novel all day long. ”

"'You can't deny this possibility,' said Wang Dali. 'After all, we've solved cases like this before...”

I said, "I don't deny it, but I have to think about the normal situation before I think about the anomaly. ”

I lifted my sleeve and ordered, "Wang Dali, buy me something. I'm going to pull out a can of flame cans, a high number of liquors, towels, salt, and buy another kilo of immature persimmons! ”