The Underworld Detective

Chapter 772: Privacy, Killing Iron Skirt

Sun Bingxin's test came out. The water in the nostrils of the deceased was the water of the lake. He was indeed drowned in that lake.

Then, some acetone, ethyl acetate, and formaldehyde were found in the scratch on the victim's shoulder, and these were all the ingredients of nail polish, which means that the person who scratched the victim applied nail polish, most likely a woman!

In addition, I had previously sent those canisters to the technical team, where no fingerprints were found, but a sophisticated chemical analysis revealed that they had been stained with grease from the fingers and later erased.

One of the murderers I already have the general impression that a careless, easily impulsive, nervous woman, from the point of view of her long nails, must have practically no domestic or physical work and should be in good living conditions.

However, we have encountered bottlenecks in the identification of the deceased, whose face has been deformed by blisters and whose identity points have not been matched in the household registry, and who still show "no such person" on two occasions.

I thought he was more likely to be from Nanjiang City, so I sent some photos of the deceased to the station and asked them to check to see if there had been any recent reports of missing persons.

Shortly after the photo was sent out, Officer Li from Jiangliu District called and asked, "Captain Huang, when did you find the victim? Why would he be stuck in such a thing. ”

We sent out a total of three photographs of what the deceased looked like when he salvaged them, close-ups of the deceased's face, and close-ups of the deceased's body.

Huang Xiaotao said: "What's the matter? Do you have a proper report? ”

“No!" said Officer Li. "Actually, we're investigating a homicide, and I just saw this photograph, and suddenly I don't think it's a serial killing. ”

“Pass the photo!” Huang Xiaotao immediately ordered.

“Okay, hold on! ”

After a moment of kung fu, Officer Li passed over a photograph, and we all felt a chill in the back. The photograph shows a middle-aged man with a naked lower body, wrapped in a 'dress' cut out of sheet metal, which has melted with the skin, surrounded by molten sebum like a condensed wax.

The man fell on the floor, his hands tied behind his back, his mouth wide open, and his expression was unusually painful.

“The Iron Skirt!” I was quick to identify: “It was also an ancient form of torture used to torture women by wearing an iron dress and then roasting it with fire, and weaker women tend to live and die. This torture was invented by Zhu Yuantang, the emperor of the Ming dynasty, and one of his wives was tortured to death by Zhu Yuantang, who had given birth to an unborn male infant and was suspected of personal intercourse. ”

Huang Xiaotao said: “No wonder Officer Li thinks so. These two cases are really similar! Some kind of gender-neutral punishment ritual. ”

She called back immediately: "Report location, we're coming now, if there's no autopsy, stop immediately, and we'll examine the body. ”

“Okay, the coroner's not here. The body can't be sealed. I'll text you the address.” Officer Lee replied.

Me, Sun Bingxin, Huang Xiaotao, Song Xingxing Chen set out immediately. Wang Dali told him not to come. I saved him dinner. Wang Dali said with embarrassment: “Song Yang, I embarrassed you again. I thought I'd see these now without changing colours! ”

I patted him on the shoulder: “There's a major in the arts, go back first, I'll be back when it's done. ”

After a moment of kung fu, we arrived at the crime scene, it was a high-end apartment with closed doors and windows, and as soon as we entered the house, we saw the infiltrating images in the photographs, and some policemen were taking pictures next to each other to fix them.

Officer Li explained to us that the TV was always on when we came in, and the sound was particularly loud. Last night was New Year's Eve, and the households were all on TV, so nobody noticed.

Later, the neighbor found the TV on all night, came knocking on the door and nobody answered the door, thinking the owner had forgotten to turn off the TV. As a result, the TV was still ringing this morning and the neighbors called the police if something was wrong.

Huang Xiaotao asked: “What about the identity of the victim? Are you sure?”

“Ding Hao, the owner of this house, is the general manager of a barbecue shop. ”

“Marital status.” Huang Xiaotao continued to ask.

“Married, having a son, his wife and son went to their mother's house last night, which has been confirmed by telephone. ”

Huang Xiaotao pointed at the corpse with his chin: “Did you notify him about this? ”

Officer Li stretched his hand helplessly: “I really don't know how to say this on the phone. I only said that something happened to her husband and asked her to wait for me at the station first. ”

I asked, "How did his wife react? ”

“The reaction was normal, seemed frightened, kept asking, I did not elaborate. ”

I don't know why I'm asking this question, and from Officer Lee's account, my wife has absolute alibi.

The body lay on the carpet in front of the sofa, the iron skirt touching the floor, and the carpet was covered in a large piece. I noticed a bit of moisture on the carpet, and asked Officer Li, who said, "That's what happened when we came, not the water we sprinkled. ”

I put on my rubber gloves and began the autopsy. The victim was over fifty years old, of moderate stature, and had a very painful expression on her face when she died. His lower body was completely naked, the iron skirt consisted of seven tiled sheet metal pieces, the top left and right eyed, passed through with extremely thick wire, tightly surrounded by the waist of the deceased, the skin contacted by the sheet of metal was burned extensively, the entire underneath of the deceased was burned, there were radioactive focal marks on the sheet of metal, which seemed to have been burned by a spray gun or something.

Sun Bing said: “I haven't really understood what the mechanism is, and the burn area of the deceased is not very large. ”

I explained: "True, it's nothing compared to the last full body, but the pain itself is a subjective experience! Some are more tolerant, others are less tolerant, and women are generally more tolerant than men. So-called live pain is mostly pain that the body cannot overload, blood flow accelerates suddenly, causing cardiovascular or cerebrovascular bursts to kill..."

I checked the victim's eyes, and the time of death was less than twelve hours. Last night when the neighbors heard the TV turn on loudly, it was supposed to be the murderer who was committing the violence, and I noticed that the pupils of the deceased were cloudy and that there were some tiny bleeding points around the pupils.

I sniffed into the victim's mouth and found that the blood vessels around his neck were a little hazy, and I said, "The victim wasn't burned, he was poisoned! ”

“Poisoning?” Everyone around me was a little surprised to hear that conclusion.

I grabbed an iron skirt and smelled it, and after high temperatures, some of the material in it had been volatile, and I could smell a slight odor, and I said, "This metal plate is alloy, and it contains arsenic! ”