The Underworld Detective

I told Sun Bingxin not to come with me. Her test results were coming out soon, but Sun Bingxin insisted, so the three of us called a taxi and went to the curator's house.

We came to the neighborhood, and Huang Xiaotao was afraid that we wouldn't find him, stood at the door and waited with her, and there were two museum staff. Turns out when she was investigating in the hall, she got a call and came along.

“Who called?” I asked.

Huang Xiaotao explained: "It was the curator's wife. She came home and saw the curator fall on the floor. There was blood everywhere, so she called the public security bureau, the hospital and the museum separately. The police should be here shortly. ”

We walked into the house and saw the head of the security section comforting the curator's wife, who was sitting in a chair at the door crying like a teardropper.

There was a smell of blood in the living room, and we came to the balcony, and we saw a man in a suit lying on his knees, his head facing the ground, and there was a beach of radioactive blood all around him, and from our point of view we could only see it implicitly, and his head was covered with blood.

My foot stepped on the edge of the carpet in the living room and I noticed that there seemed to be a hard object underneath. I hurried back and took the rubber glove from Sun Bingxin and took it out of the carpet.

It was a piece of bone, and it was still covered in flesh. Sun Bingxin cried: “Skull?! ”

“Yes, watch your surroundings. You may have splattered a lot of bone.” I also took a sip of cool air.

It's incredible in common sense that the deceased smashed his head on the floor, so much so that the skull on his forehead cracked open. The human skull is abnormally strong. Even if it crashes against the wall and dies, it can only crash a crack. Cracking the skull alive requires extremely strong will and strength. Either think of the head as your own.

I checked the body, the victim's head was blurred, not to mention her pupils, not even her identity. But the deceased had a watch on his wrist with no glass cover and blood splashed on it, setting the time of death on the dial, around 7: 00 tonight.

Huang Xiaotao took a picture from the bookshelf beside him, and I took it in my hand against the skeletal outline of the victim's face and nodded: “He's right! ”

I then put the ear tree directly against the back of the deceased and sprinkled some seagrass powder on and around him and blew it off, without a trace, which could be another bizarre ‘suicide’.

Of course, I will not prejudge. I pulled out a vial, pulled out a few fine silver needles from it, inserted them in the back, shoulders, etc. of the deceased, waited a minute to take them out and look, the silver needles appeared red.

“What kind of black technology is this?” Huang Xiaotao asked.

“Yin Yang Needle, what Yin Yang actually refers to is acidity and alkalinity. I just measured the acidity and alkalinity of his shoulder back muscles and found a lot of lactic acid in the muscles, which proves that the deceased had intense movement before he died… especially here in the deltoid muscle, which is still hard as iron.” I explained.

“Are you sure it was suicide?” Huang Xiaotao again verified the question.

I couldn't help but stand up and check the window in the room and walk over and ask the curator's wife: "Excuse me, I'd like to ask a few questions. When you came back, was there only your husband in the room? ”

The curator's wife cried, “Yes, we were the only ones with the keys to the house, and the security doors were unlocked. ”

“Where's the window? ”

“Closed. ”

“I'd like to ask you one more thing. What was your husband's biggest fear?” I thought about asking.

The curator's wife stunned for a moment and looked up and asked, "Comrade police, is this about the case? ”

“Relevant!” I said very definitely.

She pondered for a long time: “My husband may be a very powerful man in the eyes of outsiders. He is probably most afraid of powerlessness...”

“No, I want to know some specific examples, like what happened when I was a kid.” I pointed in one direction.

“Oh, right! There's one.”

She told us that the curator had been humiliated by bullies during his life in the countryside when he was a child. The other party was the village chief's son, who usually walked sideways in the village. The bully had forced him to kowtow to his father in public. That was his most indelible humiliating memory, so he shredded his head and climbed up after graduating from college.

Sure enough, the haters had pity. Huang Xiaotao looked at me with surprise and looked at the dead curator.

There was a siren outside, and I asked them to go out and stay for a while. While they were away from the outsiders, they quickly checked the footprints on the door and compared the shoes on the shoe rack. I stood up and said to Huang Xiaotao: “It seems that no outsiders have broken in. ”

Huang Xiaotao questioned: “I don't understand why this murderer wanted to target the curator and rush to kill him. What's the big deal? ”

I analyzed: "The curator tends to be flaming, he may have offended a lot of people, but I don't think it's like a vendetta, and there's a clue in front of us. ”

“What?” Huang Xiaotao looked at me.

I explained that Xiao Wang, the security guard, was not killed immediately by the murderer, but was taken to a quiet and uninhabited place where the murderer could easily kill him, but deliberately drove in a circle for a reason.

I suppose Wang was tortured before he died, and the murderer got some information from him, which was related to the curator.

Huang Xiaotao asked: "Have you found any signs of torture on Wang? ”

I shook my head: "No. But torture doesn't necessarily have to be physical. Think about it. Wang was held hostage by a group of murderers. On his way out of the museum, he saw the murderer kill three of his colleagues with that magical technique. That should deter him enough! ”

“That makes sense, but what intelligence would it be? ”

At this time, the police came in and talked to Huang Xiaotao. I walked outside, and Sun Bingxin was with me. Nanjiang City has started to cool down, the nights are cold, the sky is shady, it seems to be raining recently.

Sun Bingxin was concerned: “Brother Song Yang, you are a little underdressed and cautiously cold. ”

I laughed, “I'm fine! ”

And without saying it, just saying it, the cold wind blew me off and sneezed a lot. Sun Bingxin handed over a piece of paper towel. I thanked him. He snorted his nose and looked up and found a man standing behind the shade.

The man noticed my eyes immediately turned and ran, and if he did not do so, I would not suspect.

“Stop!” I scolded and rushed to catch up. The man disappeared rapidly at the entrance to the neighborhood. When I rushed there, I saw the dynasty come in, and I asked, "Uncle Wang, did you see a man run out? ”

“No!” The Dynasty shook its head.

I was angry, and the Dynasty of Aid said at this time, "You let me find out what I'm investigating. Want to hear? ”