The Underworld Detective

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I pulled a stack of rice paper out of the bag and stuffed it into Xiao Zhou's hand and said, "Check it yourself to see if I've done anything!"

Xiao Zhou stared at me with an unsightly expression, and said to a police officer: "Hurry up, bring my toolbox."

He opened the toolbox, took out some instruments and reagents, and started scanning the sheets. I didn't bother to take care of him. Huang Xiaotao called a police officer from the technical team to take pictures and obtain evidence. I took a closer look at the two fingerprints.

These two handprints are on the scapula of the deceased. Only when the murderer presses the deceased to **** blood, can such a clear mark appear!

I compared it with the palm of my hand. This handprint is bigger than mine. Judging by the size, it is an adult male between 20 and 30 years old.

But I found a problem, and Huang Xiaotao also found: "Song Yang, there are no fingerprints on this handprint!"

"What do you think is the reason?" I asked.

"Perhaps the murderer broke his fingerprint or wore gloves." Huang Xiaotao guessed.

I shook my head and pointed to several places and said, "Look at the fingerprint, the lines on the joints are clear, which means that the murderer did not wear gloves when he committed the crime. If the murderer broke the fingerprint by himself, it would There are messy folds, but the handprints are very clear and clean ... "

"What could be the reason for that?" Huang Xiaotao thought, holding her head cutely.

At this point Xiao Zhou had tested my rice paper, and his face was even uglier than before, like a purple eggplant.

Naturally, there is no problem with my rice paper, but the boy just refused to admit it, and said with a trembling voice: "How can this bun stuffing method beat my American equipment!"

"Dead duck has a hard mouth!" I sneered: "It's not the soil you lost to me or your American equipment to me, but you lost to your own pride. The knowledge left by the ancestors was not complete , Just go and learn the ghost of a foreigner. "

"Come and come, fresh ashtray, eat while it is hot." Wang vigorously took the ashtray on the bedside table and handed it to Xiao Zhou. Xiao Zhou was so angry that he didn't reach out.

I took the ashtray and handed it to him: "Come on, be willing to lose, and I will tell you if you eat it. You don't know why."

At this time, everyone else in the room came around to see the excitement. Most of them were Xiao Zhou's subordinates. Xiao Zhou shouted at them fiercely: "Go away, don't watch!" Then I grabbed the ashtray from my hand, Pour into your mouth, of course, most of it fell to the ground, I am too lazy to point out such details.

Xiao Zhou's mouth was soaked with soot, he chewed the cigarette **** in his mouth hard, and his tragic expression was a little funny. I couldn't help but want to laugh, and took care of his face to force it.

Wang Dali didn't care about this, and laughed and rubbed my shoulder: "Yangzi, look at him, is the cigarette **** delicious?"

Huang Xiaotao couldn't help laughing anymore. Maybe he was afraid of hurting Zhou's self-esteem and deliberately covering his mouth with his hands.

Of course, the cigarette **** is not delicious. Xiao Zhou swallowed it around the neck, then wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said, "You say it, I want to hear what you can say."

"I have read all the books of Western Forensic Medicine. Your principle of detecting fingerprints is nothing more than this. Human sweat glands will produce a layer of oil that is not easily detectable, leaving fingerprints on the surface of the object, so use aluminum powder or ultraviolet light. The lights will show up, but the killer is something special ... "I explained.

"What's so special?" Xiao Zhou couldn't help asking curiously.

"He doesn't have sweat glands, or his sweat glands don't have secretory function," I said.

Xiao Zhou was shocked: "How can a person not have a sweat gland!" The others present also stunned and talked eloquently.

"Actually I want to thank you," I said.

"Thank me?" Xiao Zhou was a little surprised.

"Huang Xiaotao said that you are a top student returned from studying in the United States. I believe you will not be able to detect even a simple fingerprint. This saves me a lot of steps and directly uses the 'oil-paper retesting method.'"

"Wait!" Xiao Zhou said, "Since there are no sweat glands, where did these two fingerprints come from?"

"This is called 'Yinyang mark'. At the moment of death, the biological current in the body will escape from the pores. At this time, if something blocks the skin surface, a clear mark will be left, regardless of whether he has It ’s the same without sweat glands! Why do people lose twenty-one grams of weight after death? Some people say that it is the weight of the soul, which is actually the total weight of the biological current that escapes. ”I explained quickly.

Xiao Zhou widened his eyes stupidly, and sighed a long time before: "You are really unusual. I underestimated the knowledge of my ancestors, and I just offended!"

This guy's attitude of admitting a mistake is quite good. Unlike Qin Forensic, it is as stinky and hard as the stone in Maokeng. I can't help but have a good opinion of him, saying, "It's all right, you have learned so many years of scientific knowledge, I heard that I am Pretend, it is normal to distrust, I hope we can cooperate well in the future. "

"I will definitely ask for advice in the future, and I won't be so proud anymore." Xiao Zhou hesitated and stretched out a hand, I shook him.

I waved at the onlooker policeman: "Let's see!"

"Experimental?" Wang asked vigorously.

This case didn't look ordinary. I didn't care about rice paper and camellia oil being too expensive. I helped Wang with great help and tested the deceased's wrist, waist, thigh and ankle once.

The oil-paper overlay method is very time-consuming. It took almost an hour to complete the inspection. The deceased's wrist had a trace of binding, such as a cloth or silk, and the same binding trace on the ankle. The side of the waist Each has its own footprint.

When we were doing this, Xiao Zhou was fascinated by the side, he was completely convinced.

I said to him, "Come and help!"

"Oh!" He ran over and asked, "How can I help?"

"You and vigorously raise the arm of the deceased slowly," I said in a commanded tone.

When the two raised their arms, I used listening bones to take turns listening on the shoulders of both sides of the deceased. At the same time, I told the surrounding people not to make any sounds. If the deceased was fixed in a certain position during the life, a layer would be secreted inside the joints. Joint lubricating fluid, the lubricating fluid solidifies after death. When this posture is restored, you will hear some very subtle abnormal sounds.

This trick restores the deceased to a preeminent pose that is called 'necropsy'! It was created by Song Tianyang, an ancestor of the Song family, who was an ancestor of the Dali Temple. It is said that when Song Tianyang studied the "post-mortem" to the highest level, he could use the magnetic needle to puncture the acupuncture point to let the dead pose himself before death. Strange, it is said to have scared an official job crazy.

This ancestor was once above the public hall, letting the corpse 'live' himself, pointing out the murderer among several suspects, and the murderer pleaded guilty on the spot.

We kept adjusting, and finally found the dead's posture before he died.

With both hands raised high, they were hung on the wall like the crucifixion Jesus! Let it be slaughtered.

I looked at the wall carefully. It stands to say that there should be something like a hook to fix the dead hands. I snapped my fingers and found that the wallpaper was newly pasted, and there was a hole in the back wall.

"Nails have been nailed here! Someone paste it afterwards." I cried.

I launched ‘Dong You Tong’ to put my face on the wallpaper without letting it go. I found a tiny bump on the wallpaper, so I tore off the entire piece of wallpaper, and a black insulation line was exposed behind.

For the sake of fire prevention and safety, the wires are usually buried at the foot of the wall and protected by a plastic tube. The wires behind this wallpaper are obviously installed by some people.

"Find where it goes." I said anxiously.

"Come and help!"

Xiao Zhou called several police officers in the technical group, tore off the wallpaper, and tore out the wires, and finally found a pinhole camera next to the headlights in the room, facing the bed below.

The people present exclaimed, and Xiaotao Tao said, "Sneak shots? Too bad!"

"But that means we have important clues." I said.

Huang Xiaotao nodded and greeted a police officer: "Go and bring the person in charge of the hotel!"