The Underworld Detective

I'm sure it's a dress that comes out of the dirt, not a rag or something, because it has clear stitching.

Several people were frightened. Li Meijing couldn't help but knot his tongue: “Senior, is this really a corpse down here? ”

I asked Wang Dali to bring the handbag and take a brush out of it. Wang Dali said: “How slow is the brush? I have a little shovel in my car for you. ”

I said, "Dig the treasure! ”

Ding Xu suddenly burst into tears and cried hysterically: “Don't dig! Don't look any further! Let's get back to it! ”

I asked Wang Dali and Zhang Cheng to take control of him. They held him to death. I slowly brushed the puddle on top. The rotten peach dress gradually revealed itself and a white boned arm. As the bodies kept exhuming, everyone was scared to death, and no one really thought we could find the bodies.

I looked back at Ting Xu, and he knelt on his knees like he was exasperated, and I asked, “Why are you lying to us? ”

He said with a trembling voice: "This… is my own business! You don't have to interfere. ”

I took out the phone, called Huang Xiaotao, briefly said there was a case, asked her to bring the criminal police here quickly.

Li Meijing said frighteningly: "The police are coming? I have to go back to study! I don't want to get involved in a homicide. ”

Zhang Cheng also said: "Senior, what... we won't bother. ”

I was a little silent about the two of them. The whole incident started because of them, they came here themselves, and now they're going back. I said, “There's no taxi in the wilderness. Wait for the police to come back and take the police car! ”

Li Meijing asked uncomfortably: "The police are here. Don't you want to take us back to take a statement? ”

I said, "The police are not so inefficient. You're not related. Just ask them a few questions and you'll be done. Will you stop talking? I'm gonna start the autopsy! ”

Li Meijing made a big fuss: “Senior Song Yang, that's how you do the autopsy, what kind of major are you studying? ”

I glanced at her so hard that she shut her mouth.

I continued to brush the floating soil on the ground. Soon, most of the bodies were revealed. The deceased's outfit from head to toe was exactly as described by Ding Xu. The clothes were full of famous brands and of good quality, so there was no rotten light. However, the Givenchy satchel described by Ding Xu was not on the body.

The entire body of the deceased's soft tissue and cortex were rotten, the bones intact, only slight fractures in the larynx, and judging by the pelvis it was indeed a woman. When I lifted the abdominal material, I found several murine wreckages in the uterus.

I wonder if Ting Xu is really possessed by the ghost of Autumn and Evening Xia.

I asked Wang Dali to bring the heartwood, and Wang Dali said: "Everyone is rotten. What can you hear? ”

I grinned, "Do you know what bone age is? ”

Bone age is skeletal age, which can be accurately determined by bone mass, forensic instruments, and I use ears. I tied the osteowood to the bones of the deceased's muscles, tapped it gently on the tibia with my hand, and determined the age of the deceased to be around 25.

I changed position, lifted the top of my clothes and looked down. Wang Dali asked: "What cup? ”

I glanced at him, and I was actually looking at the dirt, and if the dead were suffocated alive, they would suck the dirt into their lungs, and as their bodies rot, the dirt would stay in their chests. So be very careful during the inspection process and do not allow the outside soil to leak in.

But strangely, there's no dirt in the chest, even very clean.

Didn't the cause of death suffocate? I moaned and asked Wang Dali to bring me the coroner's umbrella, and he said, "There is no sun. ”

I looked around and remembered the surroundings and sighed: "Forget it, give me the bag! ”

I went through the bag for a while and found a bottle of reagent, the only place where the body was injured —— a few drops around my neck. Wang Dali asked me what kind of potion it was, and I explained it was ant nectar.

Wang Dali shocked: “Do ants make honey? ”

In fact, a lot of insects, except bees, make honey, but it's just not good. There's a kind of honey in the nest that secretes a liquid for young ants to eat, a liquid that has a property that doesn't get absorbed by the soil layer, and when it's big enough, it sticks like a film on the soil, showing some tiny traces.

This vial was collected in the mountains with Sun Bingxin during the New Year's Eve. It took a lot of work.

The body was still half-covered in the soil, and just as I was talking to Wang Dali, the ants outlined some pattern around the neck of the body, looking like a geometric pattern, Wang Dali shouted in amazement: "The mysterious symbol, is it related to a religion? ”

I was speechless for a while: "Idiot, these are shoe prints! ”

I turned to Ding Xu, he was kneeling on the ground, his hands covered, and in great sorrow, I asked, “How did you die? Why do you have footprints on your neck when someone stepped on your neck so hard that you could suffocate to death, right? ”

It was a strange experience to ask the victim how he died while performing an autopsy.

They looked stunned at Ting Xu. His lips shook and said, “I don't remember! I was already unconscious. ”

I have to revisit that Ding Xu's narrative may not necessarily be taken as a fact. A person's memory is biased and some details are always deleted or rationalized, especially after two years.

I swept the puddle around the skull of the body, picked up some long hair, put it in front of my eyes and carefully measured it, and found another place that didn't match his description! There are no traces of hair being pulled, human hair can be stretched a little more than five times, and if you pull hard, the scales on it will blow up, but these hair are softer.

The burial site is 50 meters from the highway, this distance dragged her all the way, and she was lucky to have the other half of her hair, so the killer should have hugged her or carried her.

This corpse could not see much detail by the naked eye. A steaming bone test had to be carried out. At the thought, Wang Daoli shouted: “It looks like Sister Peach is here! ”

I heard the car, but there was only one car. Looking back, a sedan parked on the side of the road and came down to a man, who stood there motionless, and then the fire flashed, seemingly lighting a cigarette.

Wang Dali said frighteningly: "If you come here in the middle of the night, will you be the one to abandon the body again? ”

After he said that, the atmosphere suddenly got nervous, and I made a quiet gesture, and it was dark around, and they couldn't see us from so far away.

The man smoked a cigarette and came straight in our direction, walking about 30 meters from us, then suddenly stopped and rushed back!

I realized there was something wrong with this person, shouting to stop. Ding Xu suddenly rushed over from the side and pounded me to the ground. At this moment, the sedan had fled.

I was angry and threw Ding Xu's foot away: “You know that man, right? ”

Ding Xu smiled strangely: “I dreamed of him last night. He came to see me. It seems that he has not forgotten me. He still loves me in his heart. I forbid you to arrest him. ”

I want to slap him, even if there's a ghost in him, he's a bitch!

When I think of the murderer who just ran away, I can't help but immediately call Huang Xiaotao and ask her to pay close attention to a black Porsche on the way here, who is most likely the murderer.

Huang Xiaotao said in surprise: “Your boy is getting better and better. It took a while to find the killer and admire him. ”

I laughed bitterly. I couldn't explain it on the phone. If Huang Xiaotao knew it was the victim himself who prevented me from chasing the murderer, couldn't he be more surprised?