The Underworld Detective

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Sun Bingxin and I counted the wounds on his body, about 13 of which were left behind by stick-like objects, 6 of which were left behind by iron chains and other objects, the lower part of the body, which seemed to have been kicked out, in addition to the sweat peeling off his wrist, which seemed to have been taped back to his hands.

This means of struggling with the dead somehow reminds me of the last homicide. I was both excited and anxious to think that it could not be another serial killing!

I continued to look for traces of spider silk on the deceased, and found that the deceased had a swollen lumbar and a fine eye on the top of the swollen lumbar, and I pointed my hand at the blood in it and smelled a heavy alcohol smell.

"What a smart way to inject alcohol into the deceased," I exclaimed, "can act both as anesthesia control and fake the appearance of drunken fighting to death. ”

Sun Bingxin asked: “Could it be methanol? ”

I waved, "I don't think so. After all, methanol is a poison. Injecting it into the body causes a response to the lymphatic system, not on the deceased, and not on the retina of the deceased. Moreover, high concentrations of edible alcohol injected into the body can put a huge burden on the liver. It can also kill people. The murderer does not have to take the risk to get industrial alcohol, and is easily exposed. Just buy a bottle of high concentration vodka. ”

Huang Xiaotao said: "In this way, can you tell which kind of wine it is? It's convenient to investigate? ”

I shook my head: “The wine consists mainly of alcohol, water and some added fragrances, which are absorbed when they enter the body. Besides, after three days, it shouldn't be analyzed unless it's wine, but I don't think the concentration of wine kills people. ”

Speaking of which, I came up with my own idea that it could be a serial killing! There are three characteristics, the killer likes to use alcohol as an anesthetic, the killer has a huge hatred for the deceased, and the killer is ready to use seemingly reasonable pretexts to divert police attention.

This time the 'excuse' is the red envelope, there has just been a food poisoning incident, and the journalist, who collected the seal fee, mysteriously disappeared, seems entirely logical.

Sun Bingxin speculated: “I have an idea. Could the killer be a professional killer? Not only does it help employers with their goals, it also prepares a set of reasons to protect employers from suspicion. ”

I shrugged, and this analysis did make some sense, but Huang Xiaotao said: “It's unlikely. The murderer's methods are obviously too skilled. Only the newbie will progress so quickly. Besides, there are more loopholes in the last case. I personally tend to seek revenge! ”

“Seeking revenge? Seeking revenge." I shrugged: “Could it have something to do with the fact that these two people usually like to spray people online? ”

It seemed like the only thing they had in common, and naturally we couldn't ignore it, so I immediately called the old man and asked him to come.

I went on to examine the body, and I noticed a slight scratch on the right index finger of the deceased, and I observed it with the eyes of a hole, and there seemed to be some fiber inside, which felt like printed material.

This is a lifetime wound. Did the deceased hold a piece of paper or money before he died?

Apart from that, his forefingers and thumbs all have a sticky layer, which feels like adhesive glue.

I asked Sun Bingxin to take a sample and take another blood sample. I will check it later.

After the autopsy, I burned some yellow paper as usual, asked the station officers to take the body to the city hall, and then asked a policeman to take us to the dump site to see it.

Half an hour later, we went to a shitty tail building, walking to the fourth floor, and the police pointed to a cement column: “The body was found right here, and his clothes were shattered and the ground was full of water. ”

“Water?” I frowned. “It's sweat, isn't it? ”

“Yes!” the police nodded.

High concentrations of alcohol go into human cells, they squeeze out moisture from the cells, they get all hot and dry, the heart rate rises, and the body surface sweats wildly, which I think must be extremely painful.

Of course, drinking is not easy to die of. Because people have self-protection functions, they can't stand to vomit outward, reducing liver load. They can't even vomit if they are shot into the body with a syringe like this. It's not as good as dying.

The police pointed out: "There are some urban villages in this area, often with social idleness, relatively disorderly security, and some three or four fights have resulted in death in the past few years. So we characterized the deceased as dying from a drunken fight, and we've been investigating the surrounding residents. ”

I sneered, “The killer picks a place! Did you leave any evidence at the scene? ”

“It's mostly something on some of the deceased, and by the way, we found a bunch of black dog hairs that were identified as British hounds, but it shouldn't have anything to do with the case, it could have been windswept here.” The police replied.

“Hound hair? All this evidence will be taken away later!” I said.

“Okay.” The police nodded.

I walked around, including all the entrances and exits that came in here. The footprints in the rotten tail building were messy, but I found the same footprints in several places, which looked bigger, seemed like the killer was extremely tall, didn't match my previous reasoning, and I took them.

When we got out of here, we saw the old man gasping and complaining, “What are you looking for? It's okay. Don't tell me to come out, okay? I don't like going out in the field the least, reimburse me for my taxi. ”

I laughed, "Sorry, there's a computer I need you to look at! ”

Old man's mouth widened: “Just bring it back, or you have to ask me to come and make it attractive. ”

I finally waited for the old man to stop. I told him about the situation. The old man nodded: “Okay, leave it to me! ”

We went to Chu Feng's house again and moved the computer mainframe. I picked up that ledger and looked at a page, and I said, "Ice Heart, you go back with the old man, I have something to take care of. ”

After the two of them left, the house was temporarily sealed by the police. Huang Xiaotao and I came to the newspaper again. Reporter Li asked, "Why are you two back? Did you find someone? ”

“Found it, he provided some important information, and he said you actually took the sealing fee.” I said without changing my face.

In a chirp, reporter Li's teacup fell on the floor and smashed into pieces. His face changed dramatically, and he said in panic: "He... he sprayed blood. I didn't get a seal fee. This kid knows what character he is. Everyone in our newspaper knows that. ”

I laughed and showed him Chu Feng's books. There was no mention of the collection of sealing fees for food factories, and when I looked at Chu Feng's computer earlier, I noticed that most of his films were made by celebrities from all walks of life. His family is full of newspapers. If you look for one, you will find that they are both responsible for the social section, but Chu Feng prefers gossip news. He has always dealt with large enterprises as reporter Li.

Combined with reporter Li's unusual attitude before, the answer is obvious, I said: "You took the sealing fee, after Chu Feng disappeared, you softly pushed the boat, relying on him, right? ”

Reporter Li shuddered and sweated: “Comrade police, I regret taking this money. The factory manager gave it to me. I didn't know there was a food poisoning in a few days. I am so wronged! Excuse me, how many years do I have? ”

I laughed, "It's okay, the law doesn't sanction, it doesn't fuck! ”