Forensic without kites

Chapter 146 Blood on the Nib (49)

Listen to what he said.

Gu Jingnian said in a calm voice: "You made a fatal mistake. Any qualified forensic doctor is not allowed to draw conclusions before dissecting the corpse. This is a big taboo in the forensic field. In addition, The cause of death of the deceased must be analyzed in combination with the crime scene and all the clues that the murderer may have left behind."

He waved at him, and Mo Bai immediately got out from under the cordon and ran towards him.

"The penetrating bullet wound means that the murderer shot at a relatively short distance, or the bullet had greater kinetic energy. However, based on the analysis of the bullet hole left on the glass by the murderer holding the firearm, it is impossible to shoot at close range. The murderer shot at a distance beyond the human body. The shooting of the dead ... it was a long-distance shooting."

Mo Bai was dumbfounded when he heard this, he never thought that one day, he would personally listen to the teachings of this stern and selfless criminal policeman who is famous all over the country.

He nodded hastily, looking towards his slender countenance.

Sure enough, on that side of the glass, a wound opening with a diameter of 0.9cm appeared in front of his eyes.

At that moment, he looked at this unattainable and indifferent criminal policeman with a layer of admiration.

The corpse was quickly transported back to the provincial department for autopsy, and no kite was injured, so Mo Bai had to complete the whole work alone.

"Jiang He, what's wrong?"

Jiang He was tall and strong, very burly, but at this moment he was lying under a desk.

Zhang Ziqian was very suspicious, so he also squatted down.

Jiang He didn't move, squinted his eyes, and held the magnifying glass in his hand: "There seems to be a word engraved on the leg of this table..."

"What! What word? Why didn't I see it?"

He said, leaning over and looking down.

Nothing.

"The handwriting is very small, and it doesn't seem to be a number... like an arrow..."

"Move this table!"

"Ah!" Zhang Ziqian and Jiang He quickly stood up.

Gu Jingnian said with a sullen face, "Move this table."

With a loud bang, the cochin rosewood classical executive desk was moved away.

A cry of exclamation pierced the air and soared into the sky.

--Help

On the white porcelain floor under the executive desk, someone dipped in the blood of the deceased and wrote two shocking big characters.

"Captain, this... is too similar! It's too similar! The modus operandi of this case is too similar to the previous three cases! The murderer is a gang! But I don't understand, the murderer and the murderer are so mysterious. What is the purpose and whose attention do you want to attract?"

Gu Jingnian squatted down, carefully staring at the two blood characters on the tile.And did not speak.

After a while, he stood up again, took out an ultraviolet flashlight from his pocket under the surprised eyes of the two, and shone it on the opposite wall of the executive desk.

He lowered his head and let out a low mocking sound.

"He's declaring war on me."

"There's blood again!"

Obai caught a glimpse from behind and shouted in horror.

Zhang Ziqian and Jiang He hurriedly turned their heads, only to see a picture of Napoleon hanging on the wall next to the sofa.Under the portrait, someone dipped a touch of blood with a pen and sketched a vague watercolor painting on the milk~white wall.

The morning glory of the rising sun dyed half of the sky red, and even the wind swallowed scarlet long letters.

This is a heart-shattering sunrise picture.

Realizing this idea, the first thing that popped up in Zhang Ziqian's mind was a creepy picture.

(End of this chapter)