The Underworld Detective

Upon hearing this conclusion, Sun Bingxin did not show an overly surprising look. The body looked miserable, as if it had been hit by a car, but could not hide it from the inside.

I weighed the wound near the temple with my hand, and it felt like a round thing with an angle. My first reaction was an ashtray, but judging by the background sound of the call, was that on the street, a man on the street with an ashtray?

Sun Bingxin said: “The murderer smashed him to death on the street. This is insane! ”

I said, "More exaggerated, the murder weapon could also be an ashtray...”

“Really?” Sun Bing was surprised. “Do you think this killer is the killer? ”

“Ten is eighty-nine, otherwise he has no point in silencing. ”

I shrugged, "What's wrong with hearing the murders on the phone and getting this contradictory information?"

I looked at the body, and suddenly I said, "Right hand! ”

In the two previous cases, the killer was undoubtedly left-handed, the one who killed the fat man was the right hand, and the one who killed him 20 years ago was also right-handed.

Although the killer wrote the words "I'm back” on the body, I'm still not sure he's the one. If it was really him, he had intentionally trained his left hand for 20 years, but Jiangshan could not easily change his nature. In very urgent circumstances, he still used his right hand.

That makes perfect sense.

I quickly removed the rubber gloves and said, "I have to go back and listen to the recording! ”

Sun Bingxin asked: "What should I do with this man? No. ”

I said, "There's no need to continue the examination. I'll get the body back later. The forensic surgeon at the station wants an autopsy at will. ”

I was just about to go outside. Song Heting suddenly drank: “Forget what? ”

I just remembered to burn paper, I burned it every time, the only time I forgot and was caught by Song Heting. I embarrassed myself to take out the yellow paper and lit it for the dead. When it burned, Song Heting also held his palms together and recited the curse of the past with me.

We first went to the bridge to find Huang Xiaotao. She was holding her phone and taking a picture. She was surprised to see us rushing in. "You guys are done so soon. ”

I said, "That man was murdered, not in a car accident! ”

“Really?” Huang Xiaotao raised her eyebrows: “No wonder I haven't found a trace of a car accident for half a day. ”

The bridge is very old, some of the railings have been smashed, but from the rust of the cut, it wasn't smashed yesterday. Sun Bingxin looked around: “There is no place to hide. ”

I looked at the cars coming and going, and I analyzed: “The traffic is also high, I'm afraid there are more cars at 8 or 9 pm... the place where the crime was committed is not on the street, it should be somewhere else. ”

Huang Xiaotao asked: "Why can't it be on another street? ”

I laughed bitterly, "Using an ashtray as a murder weapon on the street? ”

"“ It's not necessarily an ashtray, "said Huang Xiaotao." It's a flower pot on the side of the road, for example. ”

I shook my head: "It's definitely an ashtray, and I won't be able to tell even this. ”

Sun Bingxin interrupted us and said: “We can't compete here. I thought we were going back to listen to the recording. Let's go! ”

When I left Song Heting smiled, I asked curiously: "Auntie, what are you laughing at? ”

She said, "You think the three of you are quite tacit. Alas, it's so nice to be young! ”

I seized this opportunity to compliment: “I don't think my aunt looks old at all. ”

Though Song Heting denied it, it was very popular from the look on her face. Indeed, women love to hear it. I am proud of the growth of my emotions.

Back at the station, we asked the technicians to tune the recording out and listen to it. The 28-second recording was turned into several tracks in the process of losing, and it was playing slowly. Anyway, the road sounds in the background were very clear, as if it was on the street.

And I said, "Can you separate these voices? ”

“That'll take time!” The technician replied, "But I found that the curves of these cars are smooth. ”

“What do you mean?” I frowned.

“The sound itself is noise and belongs to an unharmonious sound wave, but this part of the recording appears to have been noise-reduced.” The technician's questionable path.

Sun Bingxin clapped his heart and suddenly realized: “I understand, the murderer intentionally forged it. He actually released this car sound. ”

I laughed: "Who has the power to know in advance that the police will call? The reason the noise is reduced is simple, because the sound is filtered through a layer of glass and the location of the murder is actually indoors. ”

I asked the technician to play it again, and when I heard it, I yelled and stopped, and I said, "Notice, when the phone landed, there would have been a loud bang, but it wasn't in the recording. ”

Huang Xiaotao said: "You mean, there's a blanket on the ground. ”

I nodded: "There's this possibility, and there's another possibility, that the deceased is sitting, like sitting on a sofa, and the phone is cushioned by a cushion. ”

"'Or a blanket and a sofa,' said Huang Xiaotao. ”

The technician played it again, and when the murder took place, the blinding sound of the stinging ears drowned everything, but it could still be distinguished from it, and it should be what I call a phone dropped on a soft object.

Sun Bingxin asked: “What happened to this particularly harsh sound after that? ”

Huang Xiaotao laughed: “That's not easy. The killer broke his phone with his shoes. ”

“So that's it! ”

This was a subversive discovery, which meant that the killer was sitting face-to-face with the deceased, and they were close enough to know that the killer approached him with an ashtray and the deceased would not suspect it.

Huang Xiaotao stood up excitedly and shouted: "Go, go, go! When they catch that wretched boy and find out, let's go out and get the real killer!” She also ordered the recording technician to tell him not to reveal a word.

When we came out, we were all so excited, that ghost-like murderer, for the first time in our history, so close to us!

On the way to the deceased's house, Huang Xiaotao called Wang Ai Dynasty who did not know where to run and asked him to come and help, but Wang Ai Dynasty said he had important matters to do. After hanging up the phone, Huang Xiaotao complained.

The deceased, Wang Weixi, a chief of a grain company, spent a day visiting his home, his company, knowing that he had been separated from his wife for a year, and that no one knew where he had gone last night. In fact, he has always been a very decent and decent person in front of his colleagues, and no one knows that he has a preference for s-m, let alone his relationship with Leland.

With great anticipation, we've fallen apart, and that kind of mental backwardness can be expected. That's when we got word that Fat Officer had made significant progress and Macquarie Army had pleaded guilty!