The Underworld Detective

I put sheets on the old man and said to the cop, "Let's go check the old man's luggage. ”

When I got back to my car, Mao Geng didn't know where to find out about the second homicide, he came to us and he kept talking: “Detective Song, did the killer catch you? Oops, that's too infiltrating. Two people died in less than an hour. How is it so unsafe to take the train now? ”

This conversation attracted a lot of discussion from other passengers. Mao Geng became the spokesperson for everyone and kept asking me about the whereabouts of my case.

I said, "This is not easy to tell. When things are over, I will naturally have an explanation… which is the old man's luggage? ”

Maugeng pointed straight at me. After the police took it down, I opened it. There were only clothes and a few bottles of medicine in the box, but the label was ripped off. I opened the lid and smelled it. I couldn't tell what the medicine was.

I looked around and found a bag of roasted chicken and a two-pot head on the table. The roasted chicken had been opened, but the sealed bag inside had not been opened. I asked who it belonged to, and the passengers next to it said they had bought it.

I picked up the roasted chicken bag and looked at it, and walked over to the garbage can in the trunk, about to turn it over, and a police officer came to take over.

I found a cup of water in the trash, and the good news was straight behind me, and I asked him, "Is this his cup? ”

And Maugen thought about it, and he said, "Yes, I saw him take this and drink water. Why did you throw it away?" ”

I unwrapped the cup and found a few sheets of paper in it, a label ripped off from the bottle, and I took a look at the name, which is a common anticancer drug, which I seem to understand.

Mao Geng said with a straight smile: “Did the Song Shen Tang find anything? Tell us what you think. ”

I glanced at him coldly: "You come out, I have something to ask you alone! ”

Mao Geng blushed and shouted, “No, you're doubting me. I swear to God, I had nothing to do with his death. ”

I explained, "I didn't say you had anything to do with it, I just had a few questions to ask. ”

When he got out of the car, he shouted to all the people in the car: "I'm just going down to cooperate with the Song Shen Tang investigation, I'll be right back!” I thought this man was a living creature.

When I got out of the car, I called the police station where the elderly were registered, identified them and asked them to look up a person for me.

Hanging up, I asked Mao Gengzheng: “What ‘glorious stories' did you say about me in the trunk before? ”

Maugen scratched his head straight: "Isn't that against the law? ”

“I'm just asking, please repeat it in fifty and ten.” I'm going to look at him.

Mao Geng roughly repeated it. In his exaggerated narrative, I became a contemporary Digong, a resurrection of Song Zhi, and I heard my scalp numbness. Freedom of speech, of course. I don't like it. It's my personal business, but I don't have the right to interfere with what he says.

I asked because it might have something to do with the case, and I asked, "Did the deceased speak to you? ”

Maugen thought about it and said, "I told you, when I said this, he asked, 'Does this little detective not need an autopsy?’ I replied, 'Yeah, they never dissected it, their eyes solved the case. ’ ”

I nodded, "Okay, thank you! ”

“Then I'll go back first.” Mao Geng relieved himself of his burden.

Leave him alone, I don't want him to know the details of the case, and then the whole world will say it; let him go, I'm afraid he'll go back and bullshit again, so I pat him on the shoulder, and keep my voice down: “I'm telling you, the prisoner is in the car right now, most likely in your ‘audience’, you go back and don't say anything, if that guy knows he's suspected, spells a dead net, and then makes a scene, you are jointly and severally responsible! ”

Mao Geng blushed: “I won't say anything without saying it. ”

“Go, thank you for your cooperation!” I deliberately aggravated the airway.

I looked behind him and I thought, "I'm getting worse and worse."

Mao Geng just left, Huang Xiaotao suddenly called and shouted in a hurry: "Song Yang, outside Car 6, the suspect ran away, quickly surround him! ”

I greeted the cops and immediately rushed to Car 6. I saw an ‘old lady' running for her life from afar. Running off the wig cover on her head. Who else could it be if it wasn't Cyclops? I almost laughed. This disguise technique is brilliant.

Song Xingshen picked up a stone and threw it. The One-Eyed Dragon fell on a big heel and didn't want us to help.

Two people immediately surrounded him. Huang Xiaotao ran red on his cheek, kicked a one-eyed dragon and shouted: “Run! Run again, fear of sin, escape and wait. ”

One-eyed dragons in women's clothes kneel down and beg forgiveness: "Government, the matter of the dead has nothing to do with me. ”

“Then what are you running for?” Huang Xiaotao asked.

“I… I…” he stood up.

I said, "Dead people don't have anything to do with you. Drug shipments have nothing to do with you, right? ”

“I don't know anything about drug trafficking. I'm a psychopath, transvestite, and I like to dress up as a woman. Isn't that illegal?” One-eyed dragon replied.

I laughed, and this shitty basin buckled really tall.

But he said nothing now. I called Sun Bingxin and we brought the Cyclops to the body. When we saw the body, he shook up and asked: "Who died? ”

“Don't you know him?” I opened the sheets, revealing the old man's face, and the One-Eyed Dragon's pupil contracted a little, nervously denying: “I've never seen him. ”

How could I not see such an obvious lie? I took out the murder weapon and asked, "What about this? ”

One-Eyed Dragon panicked more this time: “Why are you here... no, it's not my knife, my knife is still in my seat. ”

“Which seat, show me the ticket!” I said quickly.

Huang Xiaotao pulled his wallet out of his pocket and found out that he had a fake ID card and three tickets, all his own, really sly rabbit hole.

In addition, his phone was accidentally clean and there was no contact person inside. I also noticed that the memory cards were missing, and I think I saw that the wind sounds were wrong and temporarily processed, but these could all be recovered by technical means without any evidence.

Sun Bingxin arrived at this point and was surprised to ask: "Is this the suspect? ”

“Compare the fingerprints!” I command.

Sun Bingxin collected the thumbprint of One-Eyed Dragon's hands. One-Eyed Dragon vowed to say, “I can swear to God, this case has absolutely nothing to do with me. There can never be my fingerprint on this knife...”

“Fingerprints match exactly!” Sun Bingxin soon gave the results.

One-eyed dragon shocked and pounced on his knees: "Government, this is someone who set me up! Someone must have set me up! I really didn't kill anyone. Please take my place. ”

As he knelt over, he wanted to grab my pants. Huang Xiaotao scolded: “Be honest! ”

One-eyed dragons cried and drowned on the ground: “Anything else I can admit, I only kill people, I really didn't kill people. ”

“Iron evidence, what else can you tell?” Huang Xiaotao was angry.

The murder weapon had the DNA of the deceased and the fingerprints of the suspect, and there was ample iron evidence to bring such evidence to court, but the case may be hidden, and I do not intend to unravel it for the time being, first by knocking on a mountain and shaking a tiger and prying his mouth open.

I said, "Tell me something else first, and be honest. This will determine whether you're going to jail or death! ”

One-eyed dragon tears and kowtow his head in his face: "I said! I said!”