The Underworld Detective

The air here smells so bad, and my sense of smell is more sensitive than normal, I'm dying to smoke.

I spent half a minute clearing my mind and said to Huang Xiaotao: “You help me find a One-Eyed Dragon. ”

“Cyclops?” Huang Xiaotao looked at me curiously.

I gave a general description of this person, and now the train is parked in the middle of nowhere, and I think he's still in the car, and he should be able to get some information about the deceased from Cyclops.

The bathroom was small enough for me to go in alone, before I went in I had a pill of Suhe Xiangwan.

My right hand was also plastered and suspended. In such a narrow place, the autopsy was a little inconvenient. After I went in, I looked around with the eyes of a hole. The train bathroom was a public place with a lot of traffic, full of marks and fingerprints left by people, and there was no point in over-exploring.

I tested the victim's neck, opened my eyelids and looked, and it did die, and the time of death did not exceed half an hour.

I looked at the vents and windows above, and the windows showed no signs of being opened, and the vents were probably sized to allow children to pass through and never to be opened.

Secret room killings are, of course, just an indication, unless someone in the world can actually manage things in isolation, there must be some kind of trick or coincidence hidden behind such cases!

At the edge of the sink, I found some white powder, which should have been used within 10 minutes.

I asked the passenger policeman behind me to pick up an opaque big bag, then went outside and asked Sun Bingxin to collect the powder on the edge of the sink. After finishing, Sun Bingxin said: “I brought a fingerprint collection tool, should I collect it? ”

I shook my head: "No need. There are over a hundred fingerprints in there, and we can't test them. ”

After a while, the police came back, and I asked them to move the body to a place where there were no passengers. The whole process was so hard, the car was like a frying pan. Everyone talked about it. A lot of people stood up and took pictures with their phones as the police passed by. I had to say with a cold face: “Don't take pictures, who dares to take pictures and confiscate their phones! ”

The body was taken to the dining car, and I asked the police to guard it outside. Don't let the outsiders in. “Thanks to you here, I don't know how to deal with this emergency. ”

I said, "Chief flight attendant, where did this train come from? ”

“Drive from Yunnan Province to the wind, yes. Do you need me to contact the local police?” The flight attendant asked.

“Where is the train currently? ”

He said the name of a county I had not heard of, I felt that the local police came to no avail, but I was not complacent, the car environment was closed, the killer should be here, I was confident to catch him.

Except, of course, where there is no killer, it is not excluded that this is an unexpected possibility.

I waved now: “You don't have to contact the police, you arrange to take the police to each compartment to calm everyone's emotions, and by the way, don't let the passengers move around. ”

“Need a word?” The flight attendant asked.

“That's not necessary. Thousands of people on a train. Can you ask? It also causes unnecessary panic.” I shook my head.

“Yes, or you are experienced, I will arrange it. ”

After the flight chief left, we started the autopsy. Because of the inconvenience of my hand, I asked Sun Bingxin to work for me this time. I watched beside him.

She put on her gloves, checked what was in the victim's pocket, found a set of keys, a pack of cigarettes, a wallet, had an ID card in her wallet, wrote the victim's name, Li Dawei, I picked up the ID card and asked for a moment: “False! ”

“There is obviously a counterfeit coating on it, and a fake ID card won't get past the railway station.” Sun Bingxin looked at me.

“The ID card is real, but not his own. You look at the cheekbones and nose beams carefully, you're not alone at all, just like a person at first sight! The train station checks tens of thousands of people every day and will definitely not look closely.” I laughed.

Sun Bingxin held his ID and looked at the victim's face: “Is there another operation like this? So, where did you get this ID? ”

“Buy it, there are traders on the black market who specialize in selling identity cards, go to rural areas to buy farmers' identity cards, get sold in the city, people who buy fake identity cards, shouldn't be good people. Right, doesn't he have a cell phone?” I swept the corpse.

“No!” Sun Bing-hyun shook his head.

I noticed that he had almost no cash in his wallet. I guess he had a cell phone and probably threw it away. Song Xingsheng next to him said: “You look for a cell phone under the car, remember to wear gloves, it's probably dirty! ”

Song Xingsheng nodded and left.

Sun Bingxin lifted the victim's clothes. He had a longitudinal wound in his abdomen and a neat incision. I noticed an irregular two-leg tear in the lower half that felt like it had been stabbed first and then torn for other reasons.

Sun Bingxin pressed the victim's abdomen and said: "The blood is pouring into his stomach. ”

I took out the osteowood, put it on the body of the deceased, and found a lot of fluid in the abdomen, and the knife wound was about 10 centimeters deep. I smelled the wound, it smelled like stomach acid, and it seemed like this knife was stuck in my stomach.

I went on to listen, and I found that the victim's liver and kidneys had some degree of deterioration, and his lungs had sclerosis, and then I looked at his body, and he was quite lean.

I shrugged, "This guy's weak. Look at his armpit for lymph node mass. ”

Sun Bingxin cut off the victim's clothes and looked at her armpit. She exclaimed with surprise: "Really? How do you know? ”

“This person has some kind of long-term adverse taste, causing severe liver, lung, and kidney failure and problems with the immune system, so I guess there are lymph node masses in the inguinal and axillary regions.” I explained with a smile.

“What kind of bad taste? Smoking, drinking, burning your head? ”

I glanced at the chicken crown hair of the deceased and laughed: “How can you be like Wang Dali? It's funny. Can you be serious? ”

“Okay, okay, seriously!” Sun Bing vomited his tongue.

I went on to explain: "This man is an addict, a drug addict for a long time. ”

“Is that the powder we just found?" Sun Bingxin suddenly realized.

“Show me!” I command.

Sun Bingxin immediately took out the collected powder. I picked a dot with my nails and was ready to put it in my mouth. Sun Bingxin shouted nervously: “Hey, what if it's poison? How can you taste it? ”

I laughed, “It's okay. First, he doesn't have any signs of poisoning. Second, it's only a few micrograms, and even cyanide doesn't reach the lethal dose. I don't eat it in my stomach. ”

I put it in my mouth and immediately took Sun Bingxin's mineral water and rinsed my mouth, answering with certainty: "Heroin! ”

“God, can you taste heroin?” Sun Bingxin looked at me like a monster.

“Heroin has a characteristic that gives the gums a slight crisp feel, so why do you have to rub it on the gums after you smoke it in the harbor tablet? That's the logic, the more pure the heroin crisp feeling.” I explained.

“We didn't teach this in the classroom, after all, these things were out of reach.” Sun Bingxin nodded as if he didn't understand.

When I was studying toxin testing, my grandfather really got a bunch of drugs to remind me of their properties. Of course, I didn't smoke them, just by looking at them, smelling them, trying them.

I picked up the heartwood again and listened to it for a while to the chest of the deceased, which was an important clue, and I repeatedly admitted that the heart of the deceased did show signs of violent fluctuation before his death.

I also noticed a detail, his belt untied, and I pulled his pants down and found him pissing his pants, urinating yellow and smelling heavy. Urine is a poison discharged from the human body, which also conforms to the characteristics of the drug addict.

The victim's injuries are not fatal. He was on drugs before he died. The truth seems to have come out. The so-called secret room killings, stabbing through that window paper, are generally not too complicated.