The Underworld Detective

Wang Dali smiled and said: “Chef Song, are you going to start cooking again? ”

I said, "Cut the crap and go back. ”

After Wang Dali left, I took some samples from the technical team for testing. When I came back, I saw Huang Xiaotao standing in front of the morgue talking to several policemen. I asked him what happened.

They said that the rich woman had been rescued. Through the rich woman's secretary, they learned that their company and Chen Da's company had recently had a minor dispute. The rich woman originally had a shipment called Chen Da Shipping. Later, another logistics company with a lower price cooperated with the rich woman, and the rich woman unilaterally broke the contract.

Destruction is a common thing in the business arena. Anyone who is inexpensive should be asked to cooperate. Chen Da should not kill for this small matter of garlic peel. His logistics company is well endowed, and this loss is almost negligible.

And then again, even if he resented the rich woman, would he be stupid enough to do it himself?

In addition, the police investigated that Chen Da had not been to the company for the past week, that he was the president himself, and that there was no one to restrain him. The company said that he often traveled alone on vacations or something.

Also, Chen Da's personal account found that 20 million in cash had been withdrawn, almost the entire balance.

As soon as I heard the word travel, I thought to myself, "Where does Chen Da usually go to play? ”

“He's a tourist enthusiast, he runs all over the world, and he doesn't have a particularly common place," the police replied. ”

“Who took his savings? ”

“We're also contacting the bank for surveillance," the police replied. ”

After a hard time, Huang Xiaotao said to himself: “A successful boss, why can't he want to kill someone? What's his private vendetta with the rich woman? ”

I said, "The case hasn't broken the ice yet, don't rush to assert it, but there's one thing I'm sure Chen Da is the victim, not the murderer! ”

Huang Xiaotao nodded: “I think so too. ”

Not long later, Wang Dali came back with a large bag and gasped in a coarse airway: “This season persimmons are hard to buy, ran to several supermarkets to pick these unfamiliar, Song Yang, what do you want these for? ”

I smiled mysteriously: "You'll see. ”

We went back to the morgue, and I stopped selling the shutters, and I said, "I just found a suspicion when I heard the bone defense, that the victim's guts had stopped working for a week, but there was no sign of rot, so I wanted to see what was in his stomach. ”

I asked Wang Dali to get a pot of hot water, I heated the towel, began to apply the front chest back of the body, and took the pestle of the potion out of my bag, allowing Wang Dali to make the tomatoes into mud.

After Wang Dali fixed it, I blended some salt into the persimmon mud and patted it on the front chest of the body in pie form.

Wang Dali asked: "Do salted persimmons have any special effect? ”

I explained: "The persimmon has tannic acid in it that allows the muscles to contract, squeezes out what's in the stomach, and the salt makes it work better. ”

Wang Dali threw up in the gutter: “Fei Na Jin, just open the knife! ”

I glanced at him and said, "Can you stand that? ”

Wang Daliton shivered.

Huang Xiaotao said beside him: "Contract muscles? But everyone's been dead for a week. Does that work? ”

I shook my head: “I don't know! ”

The two faces were astonished. Wang Dali said: "Yoko, this is so unusual. It's the first time I've seen you so frankly admit that you don't know! ”

I laughed: “This is actually a test. If it works, it means that the deceased is not a walker. If it doesn't work, it is a real walker. We should consider whether or not to ask someone high to help us...”

After the body was covered in persimmon mud, it lay quietly on the bed for about fifteen minutes, suddenly arched, and the heels of the morgue bed slipped on the floor, making an extremely harsh noise.

Wang Dali screamed: “Scammers!” Hiding behind me, even Yellow Peach was scared to bite his lips.

I comforted them with saying it was okay, it was just a muscle contraction causing physical activity.

At this time, the body seemed to vomit, the throat drummed, I asked Wang Dali to pick up a container and quickly turned the body over. Wang Dali took an aluminum basin down below and then saw some brown liquid pouring down his throat into the basin.

Wang Dali distanced his face very nauseously, wrinkled his eyebrows, and waited for the body to spit almost. I took the basin from him. It smelled like a strong alcoholic beverage. There was no need to test the ingredients at all.

I smelled it, and I said, "There's white wine, barbecue, champagne, all kinds of wine! We can see that the deceased did not eat anything but alcohol during this time. ”

Huang Xiaotao suddenly realized: “No wonder I saw him drinking champagne at the party. ”

Wang Dali heard the question: “Party, what party? Goddamn it, did you guys go to the party? I said, Song Yang woke up in the morning and brushed his hair and shaved his face. ”

I said, "Never mind, let's keep analyzing the case! ”

The deceased was also able to ‘vomit', indicating that the muscles in the body were not necrotic, that he was not a real walker, but that his guts were all stagnant, and I could not imagine how a person would survive in that state.

He threw up so much wine, proved that he drank more than this, why drink so much wine, his body was stagnant, he should not feel the pleasure of drinking, what's the point of drinking?

I asked, "How do people react to drinking? ”

Wang Dali answered blindly: "You'll get drunk! ”

Huang Xiaotao said: "Redness, heart beat, blood acceleration, spiritual arousal! ”

I shrugged. Does the deceased feel comfortable drinking?

I found some red and white residue in the aluminum basin, in addition to red wine, like the shell of some kind of capsule, which I could test later.

I suddenly realized that it was an aluminum pot. Wang Dali really didn't have common sense. The ingredient of human stomach acid is hydrochloric acid, which corrodes the aluminum. Forensics usually put a plastic film on it.

I would be wrong. I looked at the liquid surface carefully against the light. Wang Dali wondered: “Song Yang, what are you looking at? Are you looking so focused? Are the things that people throw up so good? ”

I said, "Of course, you have to smell the wine first, then look, then taste it. ”

Wang Dali vomited: “I can't stand it!” Then he rushed out with his mouth covered.

Huang Xiaotao laughed: “You lack morality! ”

I waved, “Come and see! ”

Huang Xiaotao walked over with a fog: “Look at what? ”

“There's no stomach acid in here.” I replied.

Huang Xiaotao sniffed: “Looks like it. People spit out things with a stinging corrosive smell, but this dead person can't smell them. ”

I'm already a little excited about this case, how the killer did it, turning a big living man into a walking corpse!

I put the pot down, I used to look carefully at the deceased, and finally I found an eyeless needle in the back waist, and I activated the eye of the hole to look closely, and I analyzed: “This needle eye is very close, it should have been left within four hours. ”