The Underworld Detective

Sun Bingxin cut open the dog's stomach and revealed everything inside. She frowned: “Whoa! What the hell is this? ”

I said, "Human feces, dog food, and a fresh piece of meat. ”

After the feces were digested, a lot of amine gas was released. The acidity couldn't even hold me. It was a hot eye.

Fortunately, we contained obscene dan, not to be smoked at the time, disgusting such things are different from person to person, psychologically nothing, physiologically less disgusting. Sun Bingxin and I both had bigger hearts. It just felt stinky. Huang Xiaotao couldn't stand it. Covering his nose, he took a few steps back. I waved: “Do something else first, don't stare here. ”

Huang Xiaotao ordered: "Finish your work! ”

I said, "Come on, let's take a shit test! ”

Sun Bing-hearted laughed: “Don't say such disgusting things. ”

In the dog's stomach, that piece of meat had little digestion, and the dog's teeth had no chewing function, mainly cutting. The meat was swallowed by a whole piece of stomach, and I saw some white powder on it, which seemed to be poisonous.

We'll put this meat in the evidence bag and take it back to the tech team.

The next point was the stool, and I dipped it with a cotton swab and said, “It's a little dark, it's soft, it doesn't have any particles. I feel this person has a vague internal fire, the liver is not very good, it should be caused by long-term smoking and drinking. ”

Sun Bingxin clamped up a small group and followed: “There are still shrimp nuts, rice grains and green peppers that have not been digested. ”

I said, "This guy is a little constipated, he's supposed to stay up late for a long time, and he has irregular bowel movement, which looks like shrimp and ren fried rice. ”

Sun Bing nodded his head: “Shrimp Jen is quite large. ”

We cut open the bellies of the other hidden stables. I saw Sun Bingxin's indifference all the way. I was slightly surprised: “How did you refine it? ”

Sun Bingxin said: "Isn't Brother Song Yang the same? ”

I laughed, "What's dead is an object in front of me, and what's disgusting about it? ”

Sun Bing's heart said: “We often attend anatomy classes with other grades. Those poor sisters with smoke told us all sorts of disgusting jokes. At first, they disgusted me so much that I didn't want to. They threw up several times, and then they gradually got used to it...”

I asked, "What disgusting jokes. ”

Sun Bingxin spoke several times. I just laughed. She saw that I was not affected and offered Fabao: “Brother Song Yang, do you know that shit can be cured? ”

And I thought, “Well, there's a lot of animal feces in this program that are drugged. ”

Sun Bingxin shook his head and said it wasn't that. Some people have no probiotics in their intestines and can't digest food. There is a probiotic therapy that is to smash the poop of healthy people and fill the patient. Instead of going through your mouth, stick a nasal tube through your nose into your throat and into your intestines, and pour in a few kilograms of stool to ensure probiotic survival, or warm.

Speaking of this, Sun Bingxin laughed, tears came out laughing. I waved my hand: “Stop it, I can't stand it anymore...”

Then we found dark red liquid on a piece of feces, and Sun Bingxin was excited: “It's blood!” She immediately took a cotton swab and put it in an evidence bag, and we finally had the DNA of one of the murderers.

This job has no technical content, mainly tired, after getting up, we both have sore back. Sun Bingxin said with a smile: “Brother Song Yang, help me squeeze my shoulder! ”

I said, "I'll help you later. I'll get rid of the dog's body first. Didn't you notice everyone else walked around us? ”

The body of the stash was dead and sinking. I bagged it and asked several policemen to drag it outside to find a place where they could not see it and dig a hole and bury it. I took out a small incense oven, filled it with a wrap of Leung Xiang and smoked it on me and Sun Bing's heart to remove the odor.

I pulled out my phone and looked up something. Sun Bing-heart turned to me and said: "Help me squeeze my shoulder! ”

I said, "Wait a minute, I'm looking for takeout nearby. ”

Sun Bing exclaimed in surprise: "Are you ordering takeout here? ”

I laughed: "The killer ate shrimp and ren fried rice. It could be a take-out order, but this bird doesn't poop. The restaurant doesn't usually send it! ”

I ordered all the restaurants with shrimp and ren fried rice, confirmed the payment, and put away the phone command: “Turn around! ”

Sun Bingxin jumped like a little rabbit and jumped in front of me. I reached out and squeezed her shoulder. Sun Bingxin's heart closed his eyes and made a very comfortable sound. At this time, Huang Xiaotao walked over and made a silent motion to me after seeing it. She asked me to step aside. She pinched her heart for Sun Bingxin.

After two pinches, Sun Bingxin obviously felt something was wrong. He looked back and said: “How did you change people? ”

Huang Xiaotao snorted coldly: “Any opinions? You're quite enjoyable, working hours do that! ”

Sun Bingxin said: "We've finished the autopsy and found the DNA of a murderer. ”

At this time, my phone rang, a dozen restaurants said the location was too far off, returned the order, only one accepted the order, a French restaurant with its own takeaway staff.

I said, "Sorry, I just ordered one. ”

Huang Xiaotao has no interest in take-out: “Eat yourself, I don't have an appetite right now. ”

When the phone rang, it was this store. Tell me it was too far away. It was hard to find. Let me go to a reception nearby and wait for the takeaway staff. I'll be there in about 20 minutes.

We were going to go there together, and Huang Xiaotao told the others to clean up the scene and take the evidence back for testing, and then the three of us got in the car.

We came to the reception station, and after a while, a taker came in the electric cart and asked, "Who ordered fried shrimp and ren rice? ”

I said it was me, Huang Xiaotao, showing his ID. "We are police officers, we are investigating a case. Ask, have you ever delivered meals to this address before? ”

The taker nodded: "Delivered! ”

I asked, "Can you describe the features of the diner? ”

The salesman recalled that the man was quite tightly wrapped and could not see his face clearly at night, but it was clear from his hands and eyes that he was older, possibly in his 40s. I was a little surprised to hear this description, which is not quite what I assumed.

I said, "How many servings? ”

The salesman took out his cell phone and turned it over. He ordered six servings of meals, fried rice, snail risotto, pasta and beer, and ordered six tableware.

Looks like the meal picker was someone other than the four murderers. The taker complained that it was already dark and that he was going to go to a place where the birds didn't shit to deliver the meal. He was worried about it all the way.

Asking him to send a shrimp fried rice so far away, I also felt a little guilty and gave him a hundred bucks: “Thank you for your hard work, this is a little intelligence fee. ”

The taker was surprised: "Is there any more intelligence money? Thank you, I'll go first! ”

He had just stepped into the battery car and Huang Xiaotao received a text message. She looked at the phone and suddenly called the taker.