The Underworld Detective

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As soon as I left the old dormitory, Huang Xiaotao called me: "Song Yang, there is good news, there is bad news."

I asked, "What's the good news?"

Huang Xiaotao said: "The good news is that we have investigated the autumn evening glow."

"What about the bad news?" I laughed.

"The bad news is that Qiu Wanxia died of cancer ten years ago!"

I was stupefied for a while, what's going on, isn't Qiu Xiaxia's body lying in the morgue waiting for me to check? How could a person die twice! And the bones found last night will not die for more than three years.

I cried, "I'll be right here!"

I went to the gate of the school and called Wang Dali vigorously. He talked with Xue Luo very speculatively and chattered with me, but I had a case in my head and didn't deal with him along the way.

After coming to the bureau, I almost trot into the office of Huang Xiaotao. She was explaining the matter to several police officers. When I saw her come in, she took them a long way and handed me a document.

That's Qiu Wanxia's household registration information. She is a northerner, and she is very clean and beautiful. She came to work in Nanjiang City ten years ago and died of terminal illness.

I asked, "Will it be the same name?"

Huang Xiaotao replied: "I thought so at the beginning, but her last name is relatively rare. There is only one of her in the country, and her blood type is the same as the deceased. More importantly, their faces look exactly the same. ! "

I wondered, "Face?"

Huang Xiaotao said with a complex expression: "The physical evidence identification center has restored the face of the deceased. Let's go and see."

When we went out and met Wang Dali, who had just parked the car, Huang Xiaotao asked, "How's the new car going?"

Wang vigorously nodded: "I have a lot of face in the middle of my classmates, sister Xiao Tao. When do I equip Song Yang with a helicopter, I am all too touched."

Huang Xiaotao laughed: "You will earn money to buy him one later."

The three of us came to the physical evidence identification center. The equipment here is not the same as the technical team. We came to a laboratory with many computers in it, and a researcher named Li showed us the recovered head.

The 3D image in the computer has no hair and color, but it can also be seen that the autumn evening glow looks like a facial feature, with bright eyes, and Wang Dali exclaimed: "Wow, what a goddess!"

I looked at the photos of Qiu Wanxia and I was really alone. Of course, visual inspection alone is not counted. Here is a bone phase recognition technology that takes photos of the skull and human face together to compare feature points.

Dr. Li compared the two photos to us and said: "Computing computer calculations, this skull matches 98% of the face in the photo, which basically can be determined to be the same person."

I said, "Ninety-eight percent? ... and two percent are not consistent."

Dr. Li replied: "Because the corpse was exposed to the open air for two years, it was bitten by insects, and some damage is also within the error range, which can be ignored."

The word 'broken' inspired me a little. I turned around and walked out. Huang Xiaotao chased out and shouted, "Ah, Song Yang, why are you going?"

I said, "I need to see the dead again!"

I hurried back to the station in a gust of wind and came to the morgue. The bone was placed on the morgue bed and covered with a white cloth. Because the skull was compared, it was carefully cleaned with alcohol.

Huang Xiaotao walked in and said, "I'm sorry, because you want to identify yourself and wash your skull ..."

I said, "It's okay, but I'll wash it again."

I turned around and looked at the skull, and asked Wang to vigorously get an iron basin, get a roll of cling film, a pot of succulent plants, go to the pharmacy to grab the four flavors of traditional Chinese medicine, such as stone yellow, borneol, continuity, and mature land, and buy another bottle White vinegar.

Huang Xiaotao asked, "Are you planning to have three tests here?"

I said, "No, this is not the three tests of steaming bones. It is the unique skill of the imprisoner Song Ci: steaming bones and wounds, mainly the old scars on the bones."

Huang Xiaotao said suspiciously, "But the skull is not injured!"

After a while, Wang took the things vigorously, and I heated the iron basin on an alcohol lamp, started pouring vinegar, threw all the four flavor medicines, and then crushed the succulent plants into it. When it started to steam, it put the skull in and covered it with plastic wrap.

Wang Dali said, "If you change the scene, you are believed to be a wizard."

I smiled, and kept staring at the iron basin. After five minutes, Huang Xiaotao shouted, "The bones have changed color."

The skull began to turn yellow, and Wang vigorously interjected, "It's ripe!"

I explained: "Discoloration is normal. This method is harmful to the corpse. I will not easily adopt it, but to verify my conjecture, I must use it once."

Huang Xiaotao said, "You just don't believe the conclusion of the appraisal center, right?"

I laughed: "Know me, Xiao Tao!"

Huang Xiaotao asked, "What is your guess?"

My eyes narrowed mysteriously: "Wait until you know."

After another ten minutes, the steam in the iron bowl covered with cling film was permeating, but I still saw some changes in the skull. I opened the plastic wrap, the smell of acetic acid was coming out, and Wang coughed so strongly that he quickly turned on the ventilator.

I put on rubber gloves and carefully held the skull out. There was a clear dark-area on each of the skull, cheekbones, and eyebrow arch on my hand, and this was exactly what I wanted to see.

Huang Xiaotao asked, "What does this mean?"

I pointed to the dark-regional area and said, "The deceased has cut bones here and here. She had plastic surgery, and it was a major surgery! She is not really Qiu Xiaxia, but she is playing her."

Huang Xiaotao's eyes widened: "That is to say, we are now back to the origin, we don't even know the identity of the deceased."

I groaned: "You ca n’t say that either. Assuming Ding Xu is telling the truth, the deceased was sent by another person to the killer to please him. Then the murderer and Qiu Wanxia must have a very close relationship. Look it up! "

Huang Xiaotao said: "Qiu Wanxia died ten years ago. It's too difficult to find out. I'll do my best!"

I packed the bones on the morgue bed into a waterproof bag: "Then split the two roads, I will find a place with Wang Dali to steam the bones for three tests, you check the clues."

I was about to go out, Huang Xiaotao stopped me: "Where?"

I said, "Look for a place where nobody works!"

Huang Xiaotao was happy: "Don't I say I want to get you a laboratory last time? Although it is still under construction, you can go and use it, sister will take you there!"

Huang Xiaotao took us to a warehouse behind the city bureau, and when I pushed the door, there was a rectangular groove on the ground, and three morgue beds were discharged beside it. In addition, there were tool tables and shelves, all of which were wooden. Yes, there are some materials on the shelf that I often use.

I was moved for a while: "Take a lot of effort!"

Huang Xiaotao said, "I just came here to monitor the work every three to five. The room was still empty, and I didn't know what kind of furnishings you like to put? Would you like to hang a portrait of Song Ci or set up an incense burner?

The ancient Guan Zuo's workshop was called 'Zhen Gu', because the post-mortem is a taboo for ordinary people, the Zou Gu must be south to north, opposite to the direction of ordinary houses, and not facing the street to prevent the dead from colliding. To the local Feng Shui.

Huang Xiaotao gave me a scouting bone in the Public Security Bureau. I also paid attention to what Feng Shui might not be too polite, so I said, "How can I thank you!"

Huang Xiaotao laughed: "You're welcome?"