The Underworld Detective

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My name was Sun Bingxin, don't come with me. The results of her test are coming out soon, but Sun Bingxin was unwilling, so the three of us called a taxi and went to the curator's home.

When we came to that area, Huang Xiaotao was afraid we couldn't find it, and stood waiting at the door. There were two museum staff with her. It turned out that when she was investigating in the museum, she got a call and rushed over together.

"Who called?" I asked.

Huang Xiaotao explained: "It was the curator's wife. When she returned home, she saw the curator fell to the ground, and there was blood everywhere, so she called the Public Security Bureau, the hospital, and the museum, and the police should come over soon."

We entered the room and saw the Chief of the Security Section comforting the curator's wife, who was crying like a tear in a chair in the doorway.

There was a **** smell in the living room. We came to the balcony and saw a man in a suit kneeling on the ground, his head against the ground, and a puddle of radial blood was splashing around. From our perspective, we could only see it vaguely on his forehead. Covered with blood.

When I stepped on the edge of the carpet in the living room, I noticed that there was a hard object underneath. I quickly stepped back, took over the rubber gloves from Sun Bingxin, and took the thing off the carpet.

It was a piece of broken bone with flesh sticking to it, and Sun Bingxin cried, "Skull ?!"

"Yes, watch out for a lot of bone fragments." I took a breath.

The deceased smashed his head on the floor and shattered the skull on his forehead. This is an incredible thing from common sense. A human skull is extremely strong. Even if it crashes against a wall, it will at most break a crack. Cracking the skull hard and hard requires extremely strong will and strength, or it is necessary to treat the head as its own.

I checked the corpse, and the deceased's head was blurred in flesh and blood, not to mention the pupils, not even confirming his identity. However, the deceased had a wristwatch with no glass cover on it, blood splattered on it, and fixed the time of death on the dial at about 7 o'clock tonight.

Huang Xiaotao took a photo from the bookshelf on the side, and I held it in my hand against the outline of the skeletal face of the deceased, and nodded, "It's him!"

Then I directly put the listening bone on the deceased's back and listened, and sprinkled some seaweed powder on and around his body and then blown it off. There were no traces. This may be another bizarre "suicide" case.

Of course, I don't judge prejudice. I took out a small bottle and pulled out a few thin silver needles from it. They were inserted into the deceased's back, shoulders, and so on. After waiting for a minute to take them out, the silver needles appeared red.

"Well, what black technology is this?" Huang Xiaotao asked.

"Yin and Yang needles, Yin Zuo said the yin and yang actually refers to the pH. I just measured the pH of his shoulder and back muscles and found that the muscle contains a lot of lactic acid, which proves that the deceased had had vigorous exercise before death ... especially The deltoid muscle is still as hard as iron now, "I explained.

"Is it 'suicide'?" Huang Xiaotao asked again.

I was uncomfortable, stood up and checked the windows of the room, and then walked over to ask the curator's wife: "I'm sorry to interrupt, I want to ask a few questions. When you come back, is there only your husband in the room?"

The curator's wife cried and said, "Yes, we only have the key to this house. The security door was locked at the time."

"What about the window?"

"Closed."

"I want to inquire about one more thing. What was your husband's most afraid of during his lifetime?" I thought for a while.

The curator's wife paused for a moment, looked up and asked, "Comrade police, is this related to the case?"

"Relevant!" I said with certainty.

She pondered for a long time and said, "My husband may be a snobbish person in the eyes of outsiders. What he is most afraid of is powerlessness ..."

"No, I want to know some specific examples, such as any special experiences when I was a kid." I pointed in a direction.

"Oh, yes! There is one."

She told us that the curator had been humiliated by a bully during his childhood in the countryside. The other party was the village chief ’s son. He usually walked sideways in the village. The bully forced him to **** his father in the public court. Memories, so I sharpened my head and climbed up after graduating from college.

Sure enough, the hateful people all had pity. Huang Xiaotao gave me a surprised look and looked at the dead curator.

There was a siren sound outside, and I asked them to go out for a while. While they were away from outsiders and didn't come in, they quickly checked the doorsteps and picked up the shoes on the shoe rack to make a comparison. I stood up and said to Huang Xiaotao, "It seems that no outsiders have broken in."

Huang Xiaotao wondered: "I don't understand why this murderer should keep an eye on the curator and run hard to kill him. Is there any festival?"

I analyzed: "The curator is inflamed and may offend many people, but I don't think it is like vendetta. There is a clue in front of us."

"What?" Huang Xiaotao looked at me.

I explained that the security guard Wang was not immediately killed by the murderer, but was taken to a quiet place to be killed. The murderer obviously could easily kill him, but deliberately took a circle, there must be a reason in it.

I guess Xiao Wang was tortured before his death. The killer learned some information from him, and this information was related to the curator.

Huang Xiaotao asked, "Did you find any traces of torture on Xiao Wang?"

I shook my head: "No. But the torture doesn't have to be physical. You think, Xiao Wang was held by the killer and his team. On the way out of the museum, he saw the killer killed three with his magical technique Colleagues, this should be enough to deter him! "

"That makes sense, but what information would it be?"

At this time, the police came in and talked to Huang Xiaotao. I went outside when I was too noisy, and Sun Bingxin was with me. Nanjiang City has begun to cool down. The night is very cold and the sky is gloomy. It seems to be raining recently.

Sun Bingxin said with concern: "Brother Song Yang, you wear a little less, be careful of colds."

I smiled: "I'm fine!"

Sure enough, without saying this, I just said, the cold wind sneezed loudly as soon as I was excited by the wind. Sun Bingxin handed a piece of paper towel, I thanked him, pinched my nose, and looked up to find a man standing behind the shade.

The man noticed that my eyes immediately turned and ran, and if he didn't, I wouldn't be suspicious.

"Stop!" I shouted and hurried to catch up. The man quickly disappeared at the entrance of the community. When I rushed there, I saw Wang Yuanchao coming in, and I asked, "Uncle Wang, did you see someone run out?"

"No!" Wang Yuanchao shook his head.

I was annoyed for a while, Wang Yuanchao said at this time: "You asked me to investigate the matter, do you want to hear?"