The Underworld Detective

I took the victim's right hand and sniffed it, and I smelled a cleaning agent in addition to the smell of electric scorch. I looked up at the location where the deceased appeared, and the large glass was very clean, just brushed at first glance.

Conscious of what I was looking at, the officer nodded: "Yes, the deceased had been scrubbing the glass diligently before his death, as several witnesses have confirmed! Like the last victim, he swept the streets before he died. ”

Huang Xiaotao took a sip of cool air: “What exactly is the killer trying to convey? ”

I said, "Whatever he conveys, I just want to figure out how he forced the dead. ”

I looked up, and in this environment, forcing the deceased to take just one scissors was enough, but there was no evidence to support that view at the moment, so I didn't bring it up.

I said, "Any leads? ”

Officer Ren broke his finger and said that a glass scraper had been found on the ground and fingerprints were being extracted. Instead, some footprints had been found on the roof, one group was deceased and the other group had done some processing. The trace on the sole of the shoe could not be seen. It should be the killer's. Because of the typhoon, it could not be extracted and had no extraction value; the surveillance was still being looked for. The office building was relatively old. Many monitors were broken due to poor management and lack of maintenance, and there might not be much hope.

I listened and nodded, and this is the most difficult case to solve, and I asked, "What about the identity of the victim? ”

"“ Still on it, "said the officer. ”

“Check out the last body!” I waved.

“Okay!”

Officer Ren greeted his men and started cleaning up the scene. Huang Xiaotao and I went to the nearby cafe for a while and saw the police car move before we followed. Officer Ren took us to the morgue at Taoyuan District Station, where he laid on an iron bed with a male body covered in plastic bags.

The deceased's guts have been removed, and I have nothing to test for, just to see if I can extract the marks from the body.

I asked Huang Xiaotao to turn on the ultraviolet light, support the coroner's umbrella, and the umbrella cast on the pale skin of the deceased, turning round and round, nothing was found except some minor scratches.

Huang Xiaotao asked: “Has it been too long? ”

I shook my head: "No, there's no trace at all. The killer never touched the victim! ”

Huang Xiaotao exclaimed: “I remember that the first victim died of poisoning. How do the drugs get into the body..."

“Oral!” Officers were the first to say, "We found some nitrites in the stomach. ”

I said, "Looks like this killer's taste is very unique, and he likes to force the dead to die slowly, threatening them without touching them, and I think he has at least one gun. ”

"I can use an informant network to track down people who have bought guns on the black market," said the officer. ”

I shook my head, it was too much work, and it didn't necessarily work, and I said, "Don't worry, the killer's gun may be fake. ”

I held my finger to my head and thought, there are so few clues. Where do I break through? At this time, the smell of cigarettes came, Huang Xiaotao's hand kept dispersing, complaining: “Ren Chung, why are you smoking again? ”

“I need one as soon as I think about it, or my head melons will be rusty.” The incumbent of the police force has spoken out loud.

But I couldn't stand the smell of smoke, so I said I wanted to see the files of the deceased. The police officer took us out, came to his office and gave me a thin piece of paper.

The deceased Li Qishi, a third-year student at Nanjiang Municipal Foreign Language College, has a general family environment and an introverted personality. He is basically a little transparent in school. I usually like to read modern poetry and sometimes do my own creative work. I am the literary youth that everyone sees.

Later mention of some minor friction and conflict between Li Yishi and his classmates, it seems impossible to reach the level of motivation to kill! Besides, the case is now evolving into a serial killer, and these chicken and garlic personal contradictions can be disregarded.

"Counsellor Song, this is some personal belongings from his dorm, you can look over. ”

I looked at it roughly, it was all everyday items, and there was hand polish, facial cleanser, etc. I felt that Li Yishi was a fine boy, I never used these.

There are other books, all very literary, that I never read. One of the oldest copies of "Hollow Wings" was turned over. The author was Yuyan. I picked it up and opened the door page, with a line of handsome pens on it: “May your seventeen-year-old be full of sunlight and rain, and aftersounds. ”

“Signature of the author!” Huang Xiaotao asked: “Is this author famous? ”

“I don't know, check back!” I said.

I put these aside, picked up a notebook, flipped them open and dropped a Ginkgo leaf bookmark from inside. Some modern poems were written on paper in a neat pen, "Facing the Sea · Spring Warm Sea" by Haizi and "Generation" by Gucheng.

I laughed bitterly: "I am truly...”

Huang Xiaotao laughed: “I know you don't like things that are too literary, but I don't like them either. ”

The commissioner looked at us curiously and asked, "Are you really here? ”

Huang Xiaotao hummed: “Mind your own business, big smoker. ”

The officer scratched his head with embarrassment: "I didn't care about my sisters! ”

“Cut, care? Tomorrow the whole station will know, I just want to say there is nothing to say. ”

“Okay, okay, forget I asked!” After that, Ren policeman lit another cigarette. I was completely silent on the frequency of smoking. Huang Xiaotao said that he had three packets of cigarettes a day, and his girlfriend also said that he was too violent to smoke.

Every time someone talks to him about the dangers of smoking, he says frankly: “I've given my life to the cause of public security, maybe I'll die one day, and I'm afraid of cancer? ”

To be honest, aside from smoking, the incumbent is really a good police officer of the people.

The remains of the deceased have given me a preliminary impression of Li Yishi, an introverted, literary, sunny, well-thought-out big boy. When he died, however, he was a different image, dressed in a generous, dilapidated cleaning uniform, holding a bamboo broom in his hand, spitting foam in his mouth, without any literature or aesthetics.

I feel that there are two layers of information that the murderer is going to convey, one that is unfamiliar with people like the deceased, and the other that is some sort of 'alarmist' meaning, as if to say that labor is far greater than moaning without disease!

This lofty ideal criminal with a mental cleansing habit does not appear to be in danger of killing people who set fire to the fire and lick blood from the knife. On the contrary, the former thought they were doing something incredibly right and would follow it firmly, while the latter knew they were street rats and would be more cautious.

In a sense, distorted sense of justice is what makes it even scarier!

I can't help but feel a headache when I think about it. It's a really sick year, especially this year.