The Underworld Detective

When Huang Xiaotao came, I wasn't idle either. I circled around to find out if there were any clues left by the murderer.

I told the police officer to stay and guard the body. I told him not to smoke in this place and to start the fire carefully!

Though the body was more important than the scene, the police accidentally destroyed the footprints in a wasteland full of dead grass on all sides, so I had to find them before anyone arrived.

After a lap, I finally found two lines of footprints on the southwest side of the body. The first series was small, deep and shallow. From the footprints, it was left by the high heels. I think I broke the heels of the high heels in a rush to escape.

The other footprint was apparently left by adult men and was heavier. I estimate that he weighed more than 140 kilograms, was about a meter and eight tall, and the grass on his right side was cut down a lot. Obviously, he had a murder weapon in his right hand, which should be a sharp knife or dagger.

As I walked, I found a red pump, wrapped it up with a handkerchief, and a siren came from afar, and I carefully bypassed the footprints and came to the road, waving at the yellow peaches.

Huang Xiaotao, Sun Bingxin and a group of policemen got out of the car, and I said, “Be careful, there are footprints here, let the technical team take a sample first! ”

Huang Xiaotao looked at me and smiled. I said something funny. She said, "Human homicide detector! ”

Sun Bingxin clapped his heart and said, “This nickname fits perfectly. ”

I laughed bitterly: "Don't call me that. Who dares to go shopping with me in the future? ”

Officer Ren came out of the grass at this time: “You've come to count me out, I'm suffocated...”

This smoker is dying after half an hour of smoking. Light one immediately and breathe a cigarette.

Huang Xiaotao said to Sun Bing: “Please don't find such a boyfriend, maybe one day you will be widowed. ”

“Fuck off!” Sun Bingxin hit her.

As we walked toward the body, Huang Xiaotao asked me what special place I had, and I shook my head: “The first feeling was nothing, it was probably a common homicide, and my face was severely damaged, like an acquaintance. ”

Huang Xiaotao nodded: “I hope it's a sub-topic, I really don't want to touch any serial killings these days. ”

Coming to the body, Sun Bingxin and I prepared for an autopsy. The deceased was under 30 years of age, thin and severely damaged his face. I'm not sure if she's a missing female liar? I cut off her clothes with scissors, noticed a slightly green skin, a slightly decaying vein net underneath, I moved a joint, the corpse at the joint had begun to subside, which was a sign of rotting from the inside, and the shade did not fade with fingernails.

“Forty-eight hours after death, the weather has been high in the autumn and the error will not exceed about two hours.” I was quick to analyze.

“Brother Song Yang, you see a bleeding spot in the lower chest of the deceased.” Sun Bingxin warned.

I nodded and couldn't see the fatal wound from the front. Combined with the footprints I just found, I guess the fatal wound was in the back, it should have been stabbed hard. I'll talk about this later.

I listened to it with an auditory tree, and I did get a puncture wound to my lungs, a lot of blood in it, a ruptured diaphragm, and there seemed to be signs of a broken rib.

I picked up the deceased's feet and moved the ankle canal: “My tendons are severely pulled.” Looking up, knees, thighs and arms are all bruised and bleeding with some soil particles, like a heavy fall from the front.

Sun Bingxin stabbed the victim with a cotton swab. He took it out and looked at it. “There are no fine spots. ”

“Oh, that's not sexually assaulted! ”

I shook my head with a smile: "How did you learn that sexual assault meant more than just" qiang jian "or" jian shi, "you didn't notice the bra of the deceased - the hood was gone and the opening of the clothes was torn. ”

Sun Bing's heart spit out his tongue and smiled: "Excuse me! ”

The victim had signs of a brassiere on her chest, but the brassiere was gone, and I don't have an autopsy umbrella, but I can speculate. The killer cut off the victim's chest-covers with a knife, put his hand in the clothes and stroked them up and down again, thus supporting the opening of the clothes.

The next highlight was the face of the deceased, whose face was cut with many cuts. At first glance, it seemed to be random, but a closer look revealed that the cuts were symmetrical from left to right.

There was a deep incision near the chin, cheekbone, and temple of the deceased, and I noticed some clear liquid flowing through the incision of the cheekbone, which sometimes seeped some liquefied fat into the body, but the deceased's face was not fat and should not be.

I dipped some of this liquid with cotton swab, sniffed it, and couldn't figure out what it was, let Sun Bingxin take it back for testing first.

Sun Bingxin wondered: “This knife wound seems to have written three words on his face. What's the point? ”

I shook my head: "I don't know. Is the killer a symmetrical man? ”

When an acquaintance commits a crime, the deceased's face is often destroyed because looking at that familiar face makes the killer uncomfortable, but the case does not seem to fit that well.

In addition, the deceased's chin was cut laterally, with a particularly neat, almost horizontal incision.

It seems odd that the killer is destroying the face of the deceased with an attitude that is as precise as surgery.

In addition, the deceased's eyelids were severed and cut neatly, making the deceased's eyes look as if they were dying.

Looking at the deceased for a moment, I said, "Turn it over! ”

We turned the victim upside down, and there were three knife wounds to the neck and shoulder of the deceased, which were messy, as if they had been slashed while running. In addition, there was a very deep knife wound on the back that almost penetrated the victim's chest, and I pressed around: “This fatal wound should have been stabbed down with a knife after the victim fell, almost pressed the weight of the entire body, the air in the abdominal cavity of the victim was lost, and the internal and external pressures varied, causing the ribs to be broken. ”

“Passion?” Sun Bingxin asked.

I have not spoken, and from the current signs, it is possible that the most intractable case is one in which the murderer chooses a random passers-by to kill, often only with luck.

Huang Xiaotao walked over and said, “How's the test going? I found two things here. ”

She had two evidence bags, a red bra, and a withered daisy.

Huang Xiaotao said: "I'm not sure if this flower was left behind by the killer, but this place shouldn't grow. ”

I waved, "Take the body home. There's so much blood on your face, you have to go back and wash it.” Stand up with your legs patted: “Check out that car! ”

We came near the female liar's car, and the police officer was standing by the car and watching, and he said, "Look here, a piece of paint was erased.” He pointed to the right side of the lamp.

I went into the car and looked, and the four Matt Juveniles who found the car were throwing cigarette butts, beer jars, snack packs all over the car, and I was frowning. I swept back and forth with the eye of a hole, and found several long hairs in the crevices of the seat, slightly curled, somewhat like the hair of the deceased.

When we got back to the station, I cleaned the deceased's face with alcohol and took a photo to show the deceiver.

When he saw the photo, he cried: “This is my daughter-in-law! We cheat money, but we never try to kill each other. Who's so mean? ”

The identity of the deceased was finally established.

Seven.