The Underworld Detective

Chapter 192: Destruction of the Red Skirt

Since Sun Bingxin came to intern, I gave her this opportunity. Sun Bingxin studied the recovered corpse bone for a while and concluded: “The deceased was a man about 35 years old, one meter and seven tall, with a large hand bone joint, indicating that he had been engaged in physical labor for many years. Two other fingers were missing, and it was impossible to determine whether they had been lost before or after death. ”

Then she picked up the skull fragment and looked: “The cause of death was a blow to the head, flat at the bottom of the murder weapon, sharp at the front, 50 centimeters wide, is it a hammer? ”

I thought about it, and I thought, "Electric iron? ”

Sun Bingxin Daxi: “Yes, it's an electric iron. Why didn't I think of that! ”

I taught her in due course: “Forensics simply need to describe the shape and characteristics of the murder weapon, not to mention what the murder weapon is, to easily mislead case handlers, and to appear unprofessional. ”

Sun Bing's heart threw up on his tongue: “I know! Mr. Song. ”

Then she lifted her tibia and looked at it, saying, "After the death, the deceased was split into pieces by a long serrated object, which was then eaten by some sort of pointy tooth rotter. ”

I laughed a little bit: "This place just says saws, and dogs bite. Do you need to go around like that? ”

Sun Bing's heart whispered: “Didn't you tell me not to say my name? ”

I sighed and Huang Xiaotao laughed: “Looks like we need more refining, Miss Sun. ”

I ordered, "Keep analyzing! ”

Sun Bingxin picked up a piece of bone and pointed it at the light: “After the victim was separated, the killer boiled the body mass in a pressure cooker because the periosteum had peeled off. ”

Huang Xiaotao exclaimed: "Killing a man to boil a corpse? ”

The boiled body is easier to dispose of and less likely to smell strange, and after dumping the body, it can be seen that the killer was quite professional, which I suspect was not the first time.

Sun Bingxin picked up a rib and looked at it for half a day. Suddenly he shouted: “The victim also had a wound on his back, which seemed to have been penetrated by a sharply elongated object. ”

And I said, "What about the penetration angle? ”

She said more than she did: "It came from the back of the knife, probably like this. ”

I went on to ask, "How did that wound hit you? ”

And she was like, “When you hit the head, you hit the forehead. ”

I shrugged, and I felt like this was an important detail: “Do you think the victim stood or lay down when the knife came in the back? ”

Sun Bingxin got stuck. After half a day, he shook his head: “I can't see! ”

I took a closer look, and I said, "This knife was stabbed standing up, because the knife usually comes in and pulls it out, and you can see the scar down here. ”

Sun Bingxin clapped his hands: “You are so reasonable in your analysis, you are even more shallow and understandable than the teachers at our school. ”

Huang Xiaotao asked: "Song Yang, is this important? ”

I nodded: “Very important! If it was stabbed on the ground, it could be the killer who knocked the victim uncomfortable and made up another knife. But if he was stabbed standing, how could a person use both tools at the same time, striking his forehead and stabbing him in the back? This means…"

Huang Xiaotao suddenly realized: “It means the murderer has an accomplice! ”

Huang Xiaotao asked if there was anything else I could add. I looked at the lower spine, and the human spine was the most deformable bone, and the deceased was supposed to be engaged in heavy physical labor, but the spine was normal.

I suddenly had an idea of what the deceased was doing, but I wasn't sure, so I said, "Let Zhou take the rest to the bone marrow test! ”

I asked the police at the precinct to clean up the bodies, and we analyzed them. They were all disoriented, and a forensic doctor was still holding a small book for the record.

Director Feng suddenly kissed his ass: “The Song Shen Tang is truly famous. In three or two moments, the case was clarified. I admire it! ”

I shook my head and laughed, “It's too early to be clear. It's just breaking the ice. ”

Director Feng smiled. “I'm sure the criminals won't be around for a few days if Song Shen comes out..."

He boasted that I was uncomfortable with him. Huang Xiaotao assigned a mission. The two cases were conducted simultaneously. I sent someone to visit the relationship between the victims of the second case. I and Wang Ai Dynasty went to see where the body was thrown. Sun Bingxin followed Huang Xiaotao.

This distribution is the most reasonable, and I think both of them, and the other person, will have an opinion, and the sex makes them together, and I think they're getting along pretty well.

Director Feng is sending someone to protect us. I even said no, that's why he did it. When he left, Director Feng whispered to me: “Song Shen Tang, if you hear any gossip in the county, don't believe it. ”

I looked at him with curiosity, gossiping. Has he done anything invisible in private?

Director Feng noticed my gaze and said hastily: “Don't think too much, I can vouch for my personality. I never did anything to smear the police face! ”

And then we were told to have expenses, remember to invoice them, reimburse them, and we were asked to come back early for dinner.

After getting in the car, I was relieved, and the Dynasty of Aid mocked: “He took you for Li Lianying! ”

I stunned for a moment before I realized that Huang Xiaotao was the leader in the eyes of Director Feng. The director of the county bureau could not compare to the squadron leader of the market bureau, and I naturally became the red man around the leader, which is why I was so enthusiastic about him.

Perhaps in Director Feng's consciousness, I must have had some relationship and background to become a consultant, but I'm really an ordinary student.

The dump site is easier to identify, and a cordon line can still be seen on the ground in the woods half a mile off the highway. There are usually very few people here, and by the time it was discovered, the deceased had been dumped for a week.

There's no clue what's happening at the scene, but the location of the murder scene and the dump site, in addition to its own information, is an important piece of intelligence!

I walked out of the dump site, not too far into a small village, less than 500 meters away, and I remember mentioning it in the file, when the task force also suspected that the suspect lived here.

At this time, a brick tractor came from the country road and drove very slowly, and the middle-aged man sitting on it asked distantly, "What's wrong with coming to our village? ”

I said, "We're cops. We're on the case. ”

The middle-aged man said helplessly: “How many times have you been here? How many times have you investigated? If it's not New Year's Eve, the women who died are not from our village. What can you find out? ”

I was shocked: "What did you say, the dead ones? There are actually a few. ”

The middle-aged man stopped the tractor and got out of the car and curiously gauged us: "Oh, you don't sound like locals, are you new here? Four or five people are dead. They're in these woods. Don't you know that? ”

And I said, "Are they all the same? ”

The middle-aged man thought, “I heard that all the women were disfigured. They all wore red skirts when they died. That was a tragedy! ”

I sometimes have the urge to greet Commissioner Feng's ancestral 18th generation. This is not a common homicide, but a serial homicide!