The Underworld Detective

I looked out the window and saw a couple of dead dogs in a doghouse in the southwest corner, bigger than Alaska, yellow and grey in fur, seemingly hidden.

Huang Xiaotao was about to go over and take a look, and I pressed her shoulder: "Wait a minute before you go! ”

I went out to push the second room, and there were clear signs of a man lying on the ground, in a position that looked like he was tied back to his hands, and there were no obvious signs of kidnapping on the body, possibly something softer like cloth.

I looked around and found a few grains of dog food in the corner, and I picked it up and looked at it. Huang Xiaopeach picked up one grain and chewed it in his mouth a few times. I looked at her with amazement, and she chewed it a few times before spitting it out: “When I was a kid, my family had dogs, too, and the food of good quality contained no starch, usually pure meat, almost no bone residue, and the killer was supposed to feed the dead with imported dog food. ”

I said, "You really don't dislike it. ”

Huang Xiaotao laughed: “Near Zhu Zhu, it takes time to take it to test. The last thing we need is time. ”

I found some dog fur on the roof, matched it with the dog fur the victim had in his pocket, exactly the same length and color, and this is where the first victim was held.

When I left, I sprayed some seagrass grey onto the door handle, and I didn't find any prints.

Huang Xiaotao said: "These murderers were cautious and left us no fingerprints. ”

I smiled mysteriously: "Careful and careless. ”

“How can you say that?” Huang Xiaotao asked.

“They are cautious about small details, such as fingerprints, and know that tied with a rope can be seen. But some places are extra careless, like the footprints left on the scene, feeding the deceased food. ”

I tried to do a psychological portrait of them: "These four people are no older than twenty-six years old, rich, discretionary, four rich and two generations! Love to find stimulation, numbness in the heart, life is like grass mustard. At least one of the four individuals was older and more cautious, and several others were more careless, which is why there was such a contrast. ”

I pushed away the other rooms. None of these rooms had a clue. When I went downstairs, I circled around the house. Huang Xiaotao asked: “What are you looking for? ”

I said, "Find the toilet! ”

“Are you in a hurry? Find a gas station to use the toilet later if you're not in a hurry.” Huang Xiaotao.

I laughed, "No, I don't want to go to the bathroom. They've been here for about two days. They have to go to the bathroom. ”

Huang Xiaotao frowned: “You want to test that? ”

I said, "Feces are extremely important clues that can analyze a lot of physical characteristics, and sometimes DNA, when the U.S. military found bin Laden's feces through the sewer. ”

I smelled a less intense odor and walked one step forward, turning, and I saw an asbestos tiled up in the southeast corner of the yard, squatting inside. I looked inside and found that the faeces had been shoveled away, leaving only a tiny dot behind.

Huang Xiaotao was surprised: “Quite cautious, I can't believe you knew to dispose of the dung! What do you think they did? ”

I said, "This is a kennel, isn't there a very convenient way? ”

Huang Xiaopeach's cheek twitched. As a dog lover, she was a little conflicted about this. I said: “This is the nature of dogs, they live in the wild. Food is scarce. Because carnivores have shorter intestines, food stays in the body for a short time, and cannot be rebelled like cattle and sheep, so the way to fully absorb food is to eat shit...”

Huang Xiaotao smiled bitterly: “Come on, let's not talk about it. Let's not eat at noon! ”

We came to the southwest corner of the kennel, and there were seven dead stash heads, and I looked up, and I found human faeces on the hair on their mouths and chests, and every dog had foam in their nostrils and corners, and a strong smell of poisonous mice.

The killer was stupid enough to let Tibetan eat his own shit and poison it. Isn't the evidence still in his stomach? All they can say is they're smart!

I broke the dog's eyes and looked at the pupil chaos. I checked the corpse for zombies. I didn't know much about the dog's death characteristics. I could only tentatively conclude that it was killed 12 hours ago. I thought about it. Twelve hours ago, wasn't that when they just killed someone?

That is, after they kill, they come back to kill the Tibetans, who may lose their identity, because Tibetans are very faithful animals, who have only one master in their lifetime, and never have a single heart.

This can only be described as an attempt to make amends. It's like inserting a sign here to tell me that they are the owners of these hideouts!

I told Huang Xiaotao to notify the criminal police to bring Sun Bingxin here too, to dissect the dog's body, and also to check the owner of this kennel, which could be quite an important clue.

It will take some time for the police to get here. Huang Xiaotao and I will go out of the kennel and sneak around to see if there are any missing clues? More than a hundred meters in front of the kennel is a road, followed by a hill.

We walked up the hill, and suddenly I smelled gasoline, and I walked over, and I dug a hole in the ground, and it was full of burnt ashes, and water was poured on it.

There were lunch boxes, bottles, clothes, and I found the corner of a burnt ID, and I said, "This could be something that the killer burned when he left, and there were two dead people's clothes inside. ”

The second I looked back, I suddenly saw a light dot on the buttons of my yellow peach clothes. Turning his head, he found a shadow in the distance with a reflective object in his hand, which seemed to be a telescope.

As Huang Xiaotao also saw, this man stood there and spyed on us. Obviously, Huang Xiaotao pulled out his gun in preparation for the deterrent shooting. I pressed her arm and said, “No, it's too far away! ”

The man realized he had been spotted, walking down the hill, wearing a trench coat, which was unusual this season, and his right leg was a little crippled as he walked.

Huang Xiaotao called the police station and told them to send some people around to take a look.

After a while, the police car arrived. Sun Bingxin carried a toolkit and asked in a flush: "Have you found the body again? ”

I said, "Yeah, six of them! ”

Sun Bingxin looked shocked. When she saw the dead dog in the kennel, she frowned: “That's cruel! ”

I said, "Autopsy! ”

“But I don't know much about the composition of canine animals.” Huang Xiaotao.

I said, "I don't know. Just look at the stomach contents, but say hello beforehand. These dogs may eat nasty food! ”

We dragged a dead dog out, facing up, Sun Bingxin wet his belly with alcohol, carefully shaved off his hair, I noticed the dog's belly had milk or a bitch.

Sun Bingxin said: "By the way, Sister Peach, I have a lab report in my pocket that belongs to the capsule in the stomach of the deceased. ”

Huang Xiaotao pulled it out and read it. She couldn't read the report. Pass it to me. I don't really understand the technical term. Sun Bingxin explained: “Only the ingredients of the drug can be tested. The drug name can't be tested. I have not seen this drug, I don't know what it is. ”

I nodded: "Leave it, I'll take it back later to find out! ”