The Underworld Detective

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The club Coke said would be open at night, so after lunch, the three of us decided to reconnaissance the scene.

The house of the deceased has naturally been sealed and is an apartment. On the ground floor, there was a basement that was converted into a classroom, and we came in and looked at it, and we were amazed by what was hanging on the wall, and Lin Lam teach props, dog-neck rings, candles, slings, ropes, and so on.

Huang Xiaotao shouted: “Life is colorful! ”

Sun Bingxin said peacefully: “I didn't expect a person who seemed ordinary to have such a secret at home. ”

I said, "Everyone has secrets, except he turns his secrets into objects. In fact, I think it's okay to close the door and play as long as it doesn't hurt or interfere with other people's hobbies. At least he bought these things himself, unlike the underwear thieves or paedophiles, which is really disgusting. ”

The ground was chaotic, the blood had been cleared, and the number plates were placed where there was blood. I saw two parallel drag marks on the ground, a beam column directly in front of it with a sling ring, where the deceased was strangled.

Following the marks on the deceased, I think the murderer stood under the beam column, held his knee against the back of the deceased, strangled him from behind, and then stringed the whip into the ring, disguised as a hanging figure.

I walked back and forth, constantly reverting to the scene of the assault in my mind, and said quickly: “The murderer is a man, about 1 m 7, and he is overweight. He is a calm, meticulous and highly enforceable man...”

I paused and squatted down to examine the drag marks on the floor, continuing: "The killer should be weak and rarely engage in manual work, so he paused a few times while dragging the victim. He had tortured the deceased for three hours, and he was quite tired himself, and I think, in the light of the analysis he had just made, this person should be engaged in brain work. ”

I looked around with hollow eyes and found a spot of blood splashing a little strange, as if it was empty.

And I walked over, and I scribbled my fingers on the dust, and I filled out the void, and I said, "Something seems to be blocking the blood here, and it feels like a four-way thing, photo frame? Or a tablet? ”

“Could it be a book?” Huang Xiaotao took a sadistic novel off the shelf and looked it over and threw it at me.

I buttoned the book to the ground, just the right size, and nodded, “Yes, it's a 16-book book. Wait, I'll see if the books on the rack are missing. ”

I went over there and found that there were no signs of missing books, and I said, "Go on, look up there! ”

We came to the bedroom of the deceased, the shelf was full, the deceased preferred to organize things, so at a glance, the book was not missing, I was wondering, did the killer take the book away? Could it be something particularly important?

Sun Bingxin suddenly wondered, “Is it possible that the murderer is a believer? He brought a Bible with him. Because he is a believer, he can't get used to this type of abusive person, so he needs to purify them? ”

I shook my head with a smile: "It's unlikely, because there's no such thing as a preference in Christianity. Instead, in early Christianity, missionaries, in order to purify their souls, often whip and pierce their bodies and bring their souls closer to God with pain, in this sense, can even be said to be the source of tendencies towards abuse. ”

Sun Bing clapped his heart: “That's right! The deceased is a devout believer who thinks that self-infliction is about approaching God and should not be used as a pornography game, which is why it purifies such a person. ”

Huang Xiaotao patted her head: “Okay, my grand sister, don't think about it. The baseless assumption is just a wild guess. Song Yang, do you need anything else? ”

I said, "I'll see! ”

I opened the refrigerator with about a week of food, it was cheaper ingredients, there was no sign of a recent fire in the kitchen, I purposely went through the trash can and found some fruit peel and leftover lunch boxes.

Sun Bingxin opened the microwave oven at will, then a rotten smell emerged, and she covered her nose: "Brother Song Yang, look! ”

Let's take a look, there's a sausage rice cooked inside, probably heated, all hairy.

I took this dish out, put on the dishwashing rubber gloves and looked over. Both frowned next to me. I said faintly: "This is the same as the last food the deceased ate...”

“Really? What does that mean?” Sun Bingxin asked.

“He prepared two dinners, one for himself and one for heating up here, indicating that he was going to entertain a guest, who was late.” I tried to restore the scene.

“Could it be one of the four people on that piece of paper? ”

I don't know, try to deduce: “This meal is take-out. It's not too expensive. It's probably 30 bucks a piece. Explained that the guests are familiar. Is it a crime? ”

“The queen of the night? The murderer is the queen of the night.” Yellow Peach asserts.

“But I've just analyzed that the killer is a man, is he an impostor?” I said.

“Maybe the queen of the night is a man!” Huang Xiaotao.

I shook my head, and from the pornography that the deceased had collected, he was properly heterosexual.

A heterosexual male with a tendency to be abused only gets pleasure when he is abused by a heterosexual, which is gameplay and not really beaten to death. But if a man of the same sex beat him, he would feel the same pain and suffering as an ordinary man.

From this point of view, the Queen of the Night cannot be a man, at least in the eyes of the dead, she is a woman!

The clue seems to have come back here, and the key now is to find the identity of the Queen of the Night.

We left early, Huang Xiaotao and Sun Bingxin walked around the street and bought some clothes. After dinner at night, we drove to the club, which was apparently a poorly run bar, and after we went in, we saw three, three, two, two, two guests sitting in the house, and it looked cold.

As we walked in, these Guests were measuring us, showing a hostility towards strangers.

I noticed a lot of cigarette butts and lots of signs on the ashtray at the bar, indicating that there was a lot of traffic here, not just the people in front of us, but also fan-shaped scratches on a piece of ground on the street.

I gave Huang Xiaotao a look, and she showed her ID directly to the bartender and said, "We're investigating a case. Are you from the S-M circle? ”

The bartender rubbed the cup and slowly replied, “Miss Police, don't swear at me, why am I s-m? ”

I fingered the wall with my chin: "There's a dark door over there. Open it and let us in! ”

"It's a warehouse, nothing to see," said the bartender. ”

I laughed, "Don't worry, we're not here to meddle, I won't ask you anything inside. ”

The bartender twisted his eyebrows and spread them out halfway. He took three corsage flowers out of the table and handed them to us: “Put this on and go when you're done! Not many things! Besides, I advise you not to light this document when you go in, or you will not hear anything. ”