The Underworld Detective

Just after leaving the old dorm, Huang Xiaotao called me: “Song Yang, I have good news, I have bad news. ”

And I said, "What's the good news? ”

"“ The good news is we've been investigating Autumn Evening Xia, "said Huang Xiaotao. ”

“What about the bad news?” I laughed.

“The bad news is Autumn Evening Ha died of cancer ten years ago! ”

I was stunned. What's going on? Didn't Xia's body lie in the morgue on Autumn Eve waiting for me to examine her? How can a man die twice! And the bones found last night won't die for more than three years.

I said, "I'll be right over! ”

I went to the school door and called Wang Dali. He talked to Sister Lo very speculatively and chatted with me. But I had a case in my head and didn't deal with him much all the way.

When I got to the station, I almost ran into Huang Xiaotao's office. She was talking to several policemen, saw me come in, briefly took them away, and handed me a document.

That is the household registration data of Autumn and Evening Xia. She is a Northerner, looks like Ice Qing Yujie, Chu Chukou, came to work in Nanjiang City 10 years ago, and later died of terminal illness.

I said, "Would it be the same name? ”

Huang Xiaotao replied: “I thought so at first, but her last name is rare. She is the only one in the country named after her, and her blood type is the same as the deceased. More importantly, their faces look exactly the same! ”

I wondered, “Face? ”

Huang Xiaotao's expression was complicated: “The physical evidence center has restored the deceased's face. Let's go and check it out. ”

When we went out, we met Wang Dali, who had just parked his car. Huang Xiaotao asked: “How's the new car going? ”

Wang Dali nodded his head: “In the middle of the classmates, Xiao Tao sister, when to equip Song Yang with a helicopter, I also get smudged. ”

Huang Xiaotao laughed. “You just have to earn money for him later. ”

The three of us came to the forensics center, and the equipment here was no match for the tech team. We came to a lab with computers, and a researcher named Lee showed us the recovered avatar.

The 3D image on the computer has no hair and color, but it can also be seen that Autumn Evening Xia has five official logos and bright eyed teeth. Wang Dali exclaimed: “Wow, what a goddess! ”

I looked at the picture of Autumn Evening Xia and it was really a person. Of course, visual measurements alone don't count, and here's a bone recognition technique that folds photographs of skulls and faces together to compare feature points.

Dr. Lee compared the two photographs to us, and said, "Computerized, this skull matches 98 percent of the face on the photograph, which is basically the same person. ”

I said, "98 percent? … and two percent don't match. ”

"Since the body was exposed in an open air environment for two years, it was bitten by insects, and some damage was also within the margin of error, which can be ignored. ”

The word 'broken’ inspired me a little. I turned around and went outside. Huang Xiaotao chased me out and shouted: “Hey, Song Yang, why are you going? ”

I said, "I need to see the dead again! ”

I rushed back to the station like a wind, and I went to the morgue, and the bone was placed on the morgue bed, covered with a white cloth, and the skull was matched, so I cleaned it up with alcohol.

Huang Xiaotao walked in and said: “I'm sorry, because I need to identify myself and wash my skull..."

I said, "It's okay. I'll do it again. ”

I looked over and over at my skull, asked Wang Dali to get an iron basin, get a roll of fresh film, a pot of succulent plants, go to the pharmacy to grab the four flavors of Chinese medicine, stone yellow, ice chips, intermittent and ripe, and buy a bottle of white vinegar.

Huang Xiaotao asked: "Are you going to do a bone test here? ”

I said, "No, this is not a steam bone test. It was originally invented by Sentencing Officer Song Chi. It was a scratch of steam bone. It was mainly an examination of the old wounds on the bone. ”

Huang Xiaotao said suspiciously: "But the skull is not injured! ”

Wang Dali brought the stuff, I put the iron pot on the alcohol lamp and roasted it hot, started pouring vinegar, threw all four flavors of medicine in, and then rubbed the succulent plant into it. When it starts to steam, it puts the skull in and wears a fresh film.

Wang Dali said: “If you change the scene, people will believe that you are a wizard. ”

I laughed and my eyes kept staring at the iron pelvis. Five minutes later, Huang Xiaotao shouted: “The bones have changed color. ”

The skull began to turn yellow. Wang Dali intervened: “It's ripe! ”

I explained: "The discoloration is normal, and this means some damage to the corpse, which I won't use easily, but it has to be done once to verify my guess. ”

Huang Xiaotao said, "You just don't believe in the conclusions of the appraisal center, do you? ”

I laughed, "You know me, Peach too! ”

Huang Xiaotao asked: "What exactly is your guess? ”

I mysteriously squeezed my eyes: “Wait and see. ”

Another 10 minutes later, the steam in the iron pelvis covered in film was scattered, but I still saw some changes on the skull. I lifted the film, the acetic acid flavor pounded my nose, choking Wang Dali straight cough, he hurried to turn on the ventilator.

I put on my rubber gloves and carefully pulled the skull out, and the skull, cheekbone, and brow arch on my hand each had a clear dark area, which is exactly what I wanted to see.

Huang Xiaotao asked: “What does this mean? ”

And I pointed to that dark-zone lane: "The deceased here and here, she had plastic surgery, and it was a major surgery! She's not really Autumn Evening Xia, she's playing her. ”

Huang Xiaotao's eyes widened: “In other words, we're back to square one now, and we don't even know who the victim is. ”

I shrugged: “Nor can I say this. Assuming that Ting Xu is telling the truth, and that the deceased was sent to the murderer to please him, then the murderer and Autumn Xia must have had a very close relationship, starting with the real Autumn Xia! ”

Huang Xiaotao said: "Autumn and evening Xia died ten years ago. This is too difficult to find out, I'll do my best! ”

I put the bones on the morgue bed in a waterproof bag: “Then divide the soldiers in two ways. Wang Dali and I will find a place to steam bones for three tests. You check the clues. ”

I was about to go outside. Huang Xiaotao called me: “Where are you going? ”

I said, "Find a place where nobody works! ”

Huang Xiaodong said, "Didn't I tell you I was going to get you a lab? It's still under construction, but you can use it. Sis will take you there! ”

Huang Xiaotao took us to a warehouse behind the city hall, pushed the door, there was a rectangular groove on the ground, next to it and drained three morgue beds, in addition to a tool table and shelf, all made of wood, with some of the materials I often use on the shelf.

I was touched for a while: "It took a lot of work! ”

Huang Xiaotao said: “I just came here every three turns to supervise the work. The house is still empty, and I don't know what you guys like to set up? Do you want to hang a portrait of Song Chi or have a incense oven? ”

Ancient manipulative workshops are called ‘skeletal dormitories’. Because autopsies are taboo by ordinary people, skeletal dormitories must be located south to north, opposite to ordinary residential houses, and cannot face the street to prevent the shady air of the dead from impinging on the local wind water.

Huang Xiaotao got me a bone survey dorm in the public security bureau. I was not necessarily too polite about the feng shui, so I said: “How can I thank you! ”

Huang Xiaotao laughed: “You're welcome with me? ”