The Underworld Detective

We rushed to the bedroom compartment, Sun Bingxin and a police officer stood in front of the bathroom, and the bathroom door opened slightly to see a pair of shoes and blood all over the place.

The victim's foot held against the door, and I pushed it a little more carefully.

There was an old man sitting on the floor, the one who was in the same compartment with us, wearing a cheap suit with sweaters, stabbed in the chest with knives, and the sweater had been stained red with blood.

The blood on the ground had begun to darken, and I tested the jugular veins of the deceased, turned my eyelids again, and the time of death was near.

I asked, "Was the bathroom unlocked when the deceased found it? ”

The multiplier answered: "No, I was careless, because the door showed ‘nobody’, and I didn't push the check twice. A passenger had just used the bathroom and found that the door could not be pushed open. I came to push hard and found that there were dead people inside, so I told this Sun Lady. ”

I looked around and found that there was no police in the front and rear compartments. Was the killer not witnessed because we had just captured the drug dealer?

This murderer is too aggressive!

I went in and examined the body, and the knife wounds on the victim's chest were dense, but none of them stabbed the heart because of the sweater shield, which made it impossible for me to scrutinize and was temporarily inconvenient to use the ossicles. I searched his pockets, found wallets, cell phones, ID cards, etc., and the old man's name was Pangensen, and he had a picture of a young man in his wallet that looked like his son.

I found a text message on his phone that didn't go out. It said: “I saw the man who killed my son. He's still in the old business. How could God exist...”

The death of the old man seemed to be related to the drug cartel, and I noticed blood on the old man's hand, and when I picked it up, his left palm was cut. At first glance, it seemed to hold the murder weapon to resist being cut, but a closer look revealed something strange. Usually people hold knives, the blades are flushed down, and the cut should refer to the belly.

But there was indeed a mark on his left finger that was strangled from the back of the knife, proving that he was holding the knife with his hand. I picked up the old man's right hand and compared it to find that his right hand was a habitual hand, which was also a bit unusual, at a critical juncture, it should be resistant with a habitual hand.

I stood up and looked around, and the blood splash on the wall was low and the blood volume was low, which was a bit unusual. Sweaters do suck blood, but the spills are so low, is the old man sitting stabbed to death?

This homicide scene is full of contradictions, which I cannot comprehend.

I quit and waved: "Take the body to the dining car first! ”

The police gave a hard look: "But it's a long way from the dining car. Lifting it all the way over will definitely cause panic, and the atmosphere in the car is already tense enough. ”

This is a real problem, Sun Bingxin suggested: "Why don't you open the door and lift it from the outside to the dining car. ”

I glanced out the window and said, "There is no sun outside, so leave it outside for testing! I contacted the local police and asked them to come back later and take the body away, but they couldn't be transported by train to the terminal. ”

The police immediately approached the others, opened the door and covered the body with a sheet outside.

I had come through Huang Xiaotao and them. Sun Bingxin and I got out of the car. My eyes swept back and forth under the railway tracks. I found something that flashed the same light. I walked over and looked at it. It was a dagger stained with blood. It was thrown out through the defecation port.

I picked it up with my gloved hands and Sun Bingxin immediately took out an evidence bag, and she asked: "Is this the murder weapon? ”

“Ten is eighty-nine! Don't do it yet. Do you have any transparent tape?” I said.

Sun Bingxin borrowed a roll from the passenger policeman. I sprinkled a layer of seagrass ash on the knife handle and removed the fingerprints completely with transparent tape, especially at the end of the dagger where metal was exposed, and collected a very complete thumbprint.

This is the only way to compare fingerprints at the moment, and I hope that the local police will be able to take the killer away directly in case there are too many nightmares.

I gave Sun Bingxin the transparent tape and the fingerprints I had collected, and said, “The drug dealers are all in the dining car. You used to get fingerprints to compare them, especially the thumbs of your hands, to see if the killer was among them. ”

Sun Bing vomited his tongue: “Am I going alone? You stay with me. ”

“I have to do an autopsy. It's okay. The flight chief is there. If you don't be honest, you write it down. I'll teach him a lesson later.” I laughed.

After Sun Bingxin left, I went to the autopsy. I asked several police officers to hold the sheets in their hands and stand between them to block the passengers' gaze. Then I cut the clothes off. I noticed that the knife wounds on the chest were regular and even though the position was messy, the force was even. Also, I noticed that the wound was very similar to the knife wound on the belly of the flower shirt.

Normally, a knife wound like this means that the killer has a good grasp of power, is a knife expert, and calms his mind when he commits the murder.

But this is also a contradiction. If the killer's head is calm, he won't stab like this. He should be killed with one knife!

The victim was left with a layer of sweat, which was also a little unusual, and the human fear was staged, not too much cold sweat at times of particular fear. I had tested so many bodies, and so little sweat at the time of death.

And of course, it's also about the body of the individual, maybe he's a sweaty body.

To think of it, I deliberately checked the neck and cuffs of the deceased, and there was not much sweat on them to prove that I was wrong.

When Huang Xiaotao and Song Xingsheng arrived, Huang Xiaotao hammered his fist in surprise when he saw the body: “The top wind is too violent! ”

“Don't rush to conclusions. I have doubts about this case.” I rubbed my temple.

“For example...” asked Huang Xiaotao.

“I'll tell you when I'm done with the test, by the way, find the Cyclops for me.” I picked up the murder weapon and said: “This is a craft knife, it should have a sheath. Now it's dangerous to have a sheath on this rib eye. I think the owner of the knife is very likely to throw it away. You should look through the trash can in every trunk. Also, the One-Eyed Dragon should be disguised, like wearing a sunglasses or something. He has a tattoo around his neck and may be wearing a scarf to cover it. Find it according to this feature! ”

“Okay, I'll be right there.” Huang Xiaopeach nodded.

When they left, I took out the ossicles and listened, and the lungs of the deceased suffered a lot of trauma, and I heard a big hard mass in the liver area, which felt like a tumor or something.

I picked up the deceased's shoes and checked them for blood on their heels, and the upper and soles were very clean, which was another suspicion.

When the victim is stabbed, there is a very high probability that blood will splash on his shoes, unless he is sitting in a sitting position at first.

All sorts of doubts converged in my mind, and I had a vague idea that this homicide might not be what my eyes saw, but something else!