The Underworld Detective

When we returned to the museum, I asked Huang Xiaotao: "By the way, why did you call the curator the new curator? ”

Huang Xiaotao explained that because the person had just been transferred from the Bureau of Land Reform to take over the position of the old curator, Huang Xiaotao obviously felt that the staff in the building were not very open to the new curator when he had previously questioned the staff.

The museum is a cooler institution, and working here requires a steady and inclusive mind to slowly discover its pleasures. The old curators loved this place so much, they loved cultural relics and they loved it so much.

But the new curator was an official slave, and the museum was just a springboard for him to get rich, so after he came, he made a big innovations, and the new official took up three fires, causing many old employees to complain! In pursuit of his so-called achievements, he sent some precious national treasures to Baoshima for exhibition. Although it was a good thing to promote cultural exchanges across the Strait, he went too far and ignored the experts' advice and caused damage to a number of cultural objects during the exhibition.

In addition, the new curator inserted his relatives into the work, such as the little king of security guards, who walked in and did not work with money alone, which was very annoying.

“When I was investigating, someone even whispered to me why the murder wasn't of the new goddamn curator.” Huang Xiaotao.

Sun Bingxin said thoughtfully: “Why do some people always have to live like everyone hates them? Aren't they tired? ”

I laughed, "I can't answer that. Maybe I'm enjoying myself! Chicken is not a fish, Ancient Fish? ”

Huang Xiaotao scolded: “This is called basing your happiness on the pain of others... such a person should die. ”

I immediately corrected: "Hey, you accumulate a bit of morality. Now it's time to solve the case. If you answer, whose is it? ”

Huang Xiaotao laughed: “Ha ha, if it's going to work, I'm going to buy the lottery ticket! ”

We came to the third victim's murder, I held up the coroner's umbrella and let Sun Bingxin ignite white phosphorus. White phosphorus spontaneously ignites when the air encounters it, so it dissolves in anhydrous ethanol. Sun Bingxin dipped a tweezer in skim cotton and waved it around in the air. After the alcohol volatilized, the unstable blue flame burst out like a ghost fire.

I turned the umbrella and projected the umbrella shadow onto the ground, only to see a flashing blue light on the ground, uncertain and beautiful, which showed signs of being wiped.

I turned the umbrella slightly and the blood stains on the bottom showed up. The two circles were outlined on the ground. The deceased knelt down and pressed out with his knees!

I asked Sun Bingxin to move with me and check around, because there was a lot of blood here, and I hoped that the killer had stepped on the blood and left a footprint.

After a lap, when I was about to give up, I suddenly saw a line of footprints, not just one person, but five pairs!

We were all shouting at the same time, and I couldn't believe it. Was it so ‘lively’ in the museum that night?

I turned the umbrella and found these blood footprints wiped, which means the killer stepped on the blood and then wiped it off again. I turned back and looked at the footprints, closing my eyes and imagining the height and weight and walking habits of each of the five.

I made a gesture, Sun Bingxin extinguished the phosphorus flame in his hand, Huang Xiaotao was shocked: “Are you sure that five people left at the same time? ”

I nodded: "Traces don't lie. ”

Sun Bingxin was also amazed: “Five people walked out in a big wave, won't they really be photographed? ”

I explained: "Familiarizing yourself with the camera location is possible. ”

Huang Xiaotao still expressed doubts about this. I suggested that we could test it, so I, Song Xingshen, Sun Bingxin and Wang Ai Dynasty started from the Fox Eye Exhibition Area and sent Huang Xiaotao to the security room to monitor us. Along the way, we carefully avoided the camera, but it wasn't hard, just sneaking around the roots of the wall.

The final result of the experiment was that we almost passed invisibly under a camera, and only when we were accidentally shadowed at two corners did Huang Xiaotao believe that five people could indeed be left without being photographed.

We went back to where we were, and I wanted to track the footprints, and Sun Bingxin lit up a phosphorus fire again. I followed along with the coroner's umbrella, and although the footprints became faint and faint, they never disappeared from our sight.

Three of these five footprints are consistent, with similar strides, and the foot always lands first when walking, so that it doesn't sound too loud and seems to be rigorously trained.

Interestingly, these three legs have been walking outside all the time, clamping the other foot bag in the middle, and the habit of walking on these feet is distinctly different from them, as if the middle man was the boss of the other three.

But if it's the boss, shouldn't the three boys be behind us? But the three men were closely attached to him, which meant a lot of surveillance, and it seemed that their relationship was not simple.

The footprints of the fifth person are on the left, as if they were always half beaten slower than the others, and several times along the way, the footprints point in a different direction from the others, and there are traces of rubbing on the ground.

In body language, a person's feet are the most honest, for example, two people chatting warmly, but a person's feet point to the exit, indicating that he is very distracted.

The direction of the fifth pair of footprints, clearly deviating from the direction of the other four, suggests that he is not part of the team at all. I closed my eyes and imagined what kind of scene this was, as if I had seen a strong man dragging a thin man, a thin man trying to escape several times and being dragged back by a strong man.

This footprint wasn't left by the missing guard king, was it?

When we got to the steps at the door, the footprints were no longer visible, but they ended up on the right. I took a few steps in that direction, and Huang Xiaotao reminded me: "Song Yang, there are no footprints on the sidewalk. ”

“I know…” I replied, still not dying, looking around with the eyes of a hole.

I was not only looking at the marks, but also restoring their mode of action the other night. The guard king was not an important figure, and the killer must have had some temporary and meritorious purpose to capture him alive.

If I were a murderer, I'd get rid of him as soon as I got there!

Walking, there was a construction site on the side of the road, and I stopped, and my instincts told me what clues might be there.

“Ignite!” I command.

Sun Bingxin lit a cluster of phosphorous flames, it was already around 7: 00 PM, and the phosphorous light was good for the blood. I carried the coroner's umbrella towards the construction site, Sun Bingxin said to the back: “Brother Song Yang, there is nothing here. ”

“Mmm…”

I was going to say, "Well, go back," and all of a sudden there was a blue light, and I got excited. When I hit the umbrella shadow forward, there was a huge amount of blood in there, and I could see the shape of a person implicitly...