The Underworld Detective

I didn't leave the neighborhood immediately after the dog trainer left. Instead, he photographed the dog trainer's footprints on his cell phone and smeared a little sand from the sole of his shoes with rubber gloves, removing them and wrapping them up.

Song Xingsheng and I came outside the neighborhood and saw a Mercedes-Benz parked on the side of the road. The driver was motionless and unresponsive like a wooden man. It is also probably a ‘dog’ domesticated by a dog trainer!

I was about to walk into the car, and Song Xingsheng pressed my shoulder to warn me: “Think twice. ”

I sighed and whispered, “Don't worry, I will never turn away from my bottom line! ”

I know why the dog trainer wanted me to do this dirty work, he was a brainwasher, he had to start brainwashing, and when I took his dirty work step by step, I gradually changed my position.

When I was a child, I listened to the book "Golden Dart Huang Tianbao". When Huang Tianbao was caught by the official government, the official government gave him an enlightenment and tried to capture him, gradually turning Huang Tianbao into a court hawk with brotherly blood on his hands.

Once a person crosses his/her bottom line, it quickly darkens, so in comparison with the dog trainer, I will defend the bottom line, which is my basic conscience!

We got in the car, the driver took us on the road, and as we passed near the store, I said, "Stop. ”

The driver stopped, and I was about to get out, and the driver pulled a gun out of nowhere, pointing at me, and said, “Master told you, you can't get out of the car! ”

Song Xingshen coldly threatened: "Do you want me to cut off your hand? ”

I said, "Okay, I get it, Song Xingsheng, go get my tools, I'll see you in Jubaoshan Park.” As I said, give him the rubber gloves wrapped in evidence and show him a pre-typed line on the phone-- ‘Inform the three of them that they could be assassinated! ’

Song Xingshen picked up the gloves and ordered silently: “Be careful!” and got out of the car.

I was driven to Jubaoshan Park by the driver, when the park was empty and covered in a fog. I opened the trunk with gasoline, shovels, amine water and other tools to destroy the remains. Amine water can destroy the DNA and is a great way to clear the blood.

I grabbed the tools and walked towards the park, and the driver followed me.

The park was huge, and I found a high point overlooking the surrounding area, and I wrote down every possible dump.

After walking around, I suddenly smelled a faint trace of blood, searched around, and found a body under a tree, covered with fallen leaves.

I swept through the deciduous leaves, and the deceased was a delicate girl at first glance, but in terms of the shape of her throat and pelvis, she was a man, with scars on her hands, feet and neck and marks of strapping, wearing a red dress, a wig on her head and a strong makeup on her face. I noticed blood between his legs, lifted the skirt, and the deceased's genitals were cut off from the roots.

A bloodbath rushed into my brain, and this murderer was a transvestite killer who disappeared for years! He was a homosexual who singled out handsome young men and even boys, dressed them up as women for lewd pleasure and brutally murdered them.

The man, who had committed a heinous case a few years earlier and who had been travelling since, was unaccounted for, was said to have been the brush stroke of his hand in the case of the boy in red. I had no idea he was going to run to Nanjiang City, where he had been working under the shelter of the organization.

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down and then started examining the body, which lasted about four hours and was caused by postural asphyxiation. It is the attachment of a person to a special position, such as the strapping of hands and feet behind the back, which forcibly causes respiratory disturbances to asphyxiate to death.

The victim suffered a long period of torture and sexual assault prior to his death, and from the earliest wounds he was imprisoned for about five or six hours, I noticed some white foam on his chin, which he smelled and smelled, which was shaved foam.

I lifted the skirt of the deceased and looked, and the cut genitalia was covered in blood, and it was poignant that there were fine spots in it, surrounded by the smell of wine, which seemed to be wine. Deninoic acid in wine can constrict blood vessels and function to stop the bleeding, and it appears that the killer has cleaned the area around the wound with wine.

I focused on the autopsy and completely forgot where I was at the moment.

At this time, my ribs suddenly got kicked. The driver kicked me. He shouted violently: "Don't slow down, get to work! ”

I covered my ribs and bit my teeth and said, "Let me destroy the remains, then do as I do. ”

The driver glanced at him and said, "Don't lie to me. I saw you grinding foreigners. Come on, someone's coming! ”

At this time, a man walked over and the driver immediately pulled out his pistol. When the person approached him, he discovered it was Song Xingsheng. He put my tools on the ground and punched the driver in the face with a punch.

The driver hit him with a gun, but Song Xingsheng twisted his arm and forced him to turn his back. Then Song Xingshen punched him in the ribs with his fist, beating the driver to the ground.

I said, "Enough! ”

Song Xingshen punched me twice more. I heard a cracked rib. The driver was thrown on the ground. Song Xingshen coldly said: "One more finger and I will kill you! ”

The driver was annoyed. He raised his gun to Song Xingxing, and Song Xingxing stared at him unchanged. The two men were stuck for a minute. I couldn't help but pinch the sweat for Song Xingxing.

At this time, a few old men were talking down the hill. At this time, the fog was still high and they could not see the hill, but if there was a gunshot, they could definitely hear it, and the driver put the gun down.

I started digging dirt with a shovel, dug a hole in it, threw some amine water on him, then covered it, and carefully restored the turf to an invisible appearance. Finally, I pulled up the coroner's umbrella and erased all the footprints around me.

I clapped my hands: "Meet me! ”

The hotel room card that the dog trainer gave me was just around the corner, it was a general card for internal staff, and each room could be opened with a room number marked on it.

We came to the hotel, and the driver waited outside this time, and I found the room, opened it with a key card, and the man inside screamed, "Ah, how did you get in? ”

The man, who looked in his thirties, had a dark circle in his eyes, seemed to have been up all night yesterday, had nothing of particular note in the house, had a briefcase on his desk, and he seemed to be travelling on business.

This man doesn't look like a murderer, he doesn't have that kind of anger, and I showed up my ID for the words: “Don't be afraid, I'm a police man! ”

Man stunned: “How do you know? I didn't call the police. ”

“What?” Now it's my turn to stop.

The man said in panic, "Comrade Police, I know I was wrong, okay, I admit, I did see something unusual last night. ”

I walked up to the window, and from here I could see the crime scene, and I asked, "Are you asleep around 2: 00 this morning? ”

He replied, "No... no, I was scared when I saw a man in the park torturing a woman. ”

The dog trainer told me not to look for the murderer, but for the witness. He wanted me to kill him!