The Underworld Detective

We did not receive a call from the police department until after lunch the same day to find out where the money came from.

It's a fence-based trading company that doesn't seem to have done much business, but has a lot of money in it. In fact, during 10 years of fenced police action against human trafficking, Shundo found the company and banned it, turning out to be a money laundering company for human traffickers.

Windshield, human trafficker?

These two keywords were very intriguing, and I immediately reminisced with Lord Jing to set up a handbag company to manage the accounts, which has always been Jiangbei's style of operation.

Chen received this money 15 years ago, and received about 23 million in succession, which is an astronomical figure for ordinary people that can't be spent all his life. No wonder he can live such a low-key luxury life.

The clue that suddenly appeared made me very interested in Chen, and the four members of the task force immediately went to the funeral home to examine his body.

As Chen had no relatives, he was found dead by the police and sent here. He jumped from a shitty tail building not far from his residence. When we saw Chen's body under the leadership of the staff, I found a tulip on the bed.

The staff shouted, "Wait a minute! ”

I picked up the tulip scent and looked at it and smelled it. There was still dew in the flowers, and the fracture of the flower stem was relatively fresh, proving that it had just been picked. I asked: "Is there a surveillance video here? ”

Staff shrugged: “The monitor here has been broken for a long time and has not been repaired for financial reasons. ”

Huang Xiaotao said: "Well, whenever you can count on surveillance video, that really burns a lot of incense, okay, you go ahead, let's take a look. ”

I put that tulip in the evidence bag and was going to take it back to get my fingerprints, and Sun Bingxin and I started the autopsy. Chen Ying is a man in his early fifties, just as he deliberately hides the fact that he has money. His coat is worn out and worthless, but his underwear is upscale and should be well maintained in light of his skin, the shine of his hair and the fat on his body.

He did die of suicide, but, like previous bodies, he was in a state of extreme exasperation.

Sun Bingxin asked me, “Is that eye really suicidal? Aren't you happy to try again and again? ”

I shook my head: “After experiencing that kind of hallucination, you will feel that death is a relief, really all my brain died that night, I...” I looked at Song Xingxing and stopped wanting to talk, afraid to tell them that I almost killed myself that night, so I changed my words: “I drank a can of beer that night to get rid of those negative thoughts easily. ”

I asked Sun Bingxin to untie the victim's clothes and prepare to examine them with an autopsy umbrella. Sun Bingxin shouted, pointing to a place and said: "Look, there's a strangulation mark here. ”

The strangulation marks were placed on the back neck of the deceased, with a small bleeding point, but only on one side and not on the neck.

I carefully weighed a ruler and found that this strain and axis in the body were tilted, about 30 degrees downward.

Sun Bingxin squatted down, lifted his hands and compared Huang Xiaotao as the victim: “From the perspective of the strangulation marks, could it be that the murderer squatted on the ground and pulled the collar of the victim left behind? ”

Huang Xiaotao said: "Or the threatener is a dwarf! ”

I couldn't help laughing when I thought about that image: “You two are so smart, why are you confused now? It's so simple! The threat is to pull the collar of the deceased and tilt his body back. ”

Huang Xiaotao smashed his hands with a fist and suddenly realized: “I get it, it's like the gangsters dragging people to the roof of a Hong Kong movie threatening them. ”

I imagined that image, nodding my head: "This should be the case, which shows that the deceased was threatened and tortured before he died. ”

I pulled up the coroner's umbrella and found some fingerprints on the body as well, especially on the left and right elbows, belonging to different people, proving that he had been held in the back by two people.

In general, lynchings are often used, but there is no sign of beatings on the deceased.

I sniffed my nose into the wrinkles of the deceased's skin, and then I took a bottle of the reagent out of my arms and dropped it on him, and the reagent turned blue, and I explained: "The deceased had drained a lot of sweat… very, very much, and there was a thick layer of sweat on his body surface. ”

Huang Xiaotao picked his eyebrows: “I can't imagine what the murderer did to him. ”

I laughed, "That's what I do to suspects all the time, two people hold him from behind, force him to look in one direction, and then the killer x tortures him with his eyes. ”

“Mental torture!” Huang Xiaotao immediately understood.

“Yes, a thousand times more than physical torture! ”

I've tasted that kind of mental pain, and it really breaks down, and maybe the victim was already tortured crazy, but this can't be seen through an autopsy.

Huang Xiaotao asked: "What is the killer looking for? ”

“Money?” Sun Bingxin said. “The 23 million. ”

I don't think it's money. King Jing is the one who mobilized for 23 million entertainers? He's not such a low-level criminal. Moreover, the murderers, while torturing him near the victim's house, did not go to his house to search, proving that they, like Ma Yun, were not interested in money.

And I thought for a while, and suddenly I realized it, and I was like, “These guys aren't looking for 23 million, they're looking for 23 million dollars. ”

“What?” Huang Xiaotao and Sun Bingxin shocked at the same time.

I said my guess. Fifteen years ago, there was a deal between Chen Ying and King Jing that could get into King Jing's eyes, and what things would be bought for so much money. Combined with Chen Ying's identity at the time, researchers at the Life Science and Technology Institute must be something ordinary people can't get.

But Chen Shadow seemed to have received King Jing's money, but did not deliver it on time. In other words, this little figure pitted King Jing, so he remained wary, hiding in Tibet, low-key living, and didn't expect to be found in the end.

Huang Xiaotao's tongue: “23 million, don't talk to the leader of this person, it's not even a small number to my father...”

Sun Bingxin despised the tunnel: “Show off! ”

Huang Xiaotao coughed: “I mean, what exactly does King Jing want from a researcher? ”

Song Xingxing, who had always been silent, suddenly said: “Rumor has it that King Jing was born in the year of Guangxue, the last to love the new King Luo. He has lived more than 120 years by various evil methods. I think the thing he craves most is to extend his life. ”

Huang Xiaotao shocked: “So you're saying that Chen accidentally drummed up a drug that could prolong life? ”