The Underworld Detective

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After we had dinner at noon that day, we received a phone call from the police department saying that the origin of the money was found.

It was a trading company located in Fufeng. This company did not seem to have done any business, but it had a large sum of money. In fact, during the 10 years of Fufeng police's operation against human trafficking, they found this company. The company banned it, which turned out to be a money laundering company.

Fufeng? Trafficker?

These two keywords are very intriguing. I immediately associated with King Jing and set up a leather bag company to manage the accounts. This has always been the style of Jiangbei Candao.

Chen Ying received this money 15 years ago and received about 23 million in succession. This is an astronomical number that ordinary people can't spend in this life. No wonder he can live such a low-key luxury life.

The clues that suddenly appeared made me full of interest in Chen Ying. The four members of the special case team immediately went to the funeral home to examine his body.

Chen Ying was sent by the police to find the body because he had no relatives. The place where he jumped off was a rotten tailgate not far from his residence. When we saw the body of Chen Ying under the leadership of the staff, I found There was a tulip on the bed.

The staff member snorted and took the tulip away. I cried, "Wait!"

I picked up the tulip and looked at it, and smelled again. There was still dew in the flower stamens, and the breakage of the flower stems was relatively fresh. It turned out that they were just picked. I asked, "Is there a surveillance video?"

The staff shrugged: "The monitor here has been broken for a long time and has not been repaired for financial reasons."

Huang Xiaotao said, "Which time can I count on the surveillance video, then it really has to burn the incense, OK, you go, let's take a look."

I put the tulip in the evidence bag, and I was going to take it back to take a fingerprint, and then Sun Bingxin and I began to perform an autopsy. Chen Ying is a man in his early fifties, just like he deliberately concealed the fact that he was rich. His coat was worn out and was worthless to sell, but his underwear was very high-grade, and his skin and hair were shiny. Look at the fat body, it should be well maintained.

He did die by suicide, but like the previous corpses, he was in a state of extreme excitement before his death.

Sun Bingxin asked me: "That eye can really make people commit suicide? Isn't that a trial and error?"

I shook my head and said, "After experiencing the illusion in person, death will be a relief, it ’s really full of brains, and I was dead that night ..." I glanced at Song Xingchen and stopped talking, afraid Telling me that she was almost suicidal that night made them worry, and they changed their words: "I had a beer that night to manage to get rid of those negative thoughts."

I asked Sun Bingxin to unbutton the deceased's clothes and prepare to examine it with a post-mortem umbrella. At this time, Sun Bingxin snorted and pointed to a place and said, "Look, there is a striae here."

The scar was located on the back of the deceased, with a small bleeding point on it, but only on one side, not on the neck.

I carefully measured with a ruler, and found that the striae and the central axis of the body were inclined, about 30 degrees downward.

Sun Bingxin squatted down, raised his hands up, and took Huang Xiaotao as the deceased. "From the perspective of Leichang, is it possible that the murderer was squatted on the ground and pulled the collar of the deceased hard?"

Huang Xiaotao said, "Or the threat is a dwarf!"

When I thought of the picture, I couldn't help laughing: "You two are so smart, why are you confused now? It's simple! The threat is to drag the dead man's collar and tilt his body backwards. "

Huang Xiaotao smashed his palms and suddenly realized: "I see, just like the underworld in Hong Kong films drags people to the roof and threatens them."

I imagined the picture and nodded: "It should be like this, which shows that the deceased was threatened before ... and tortured."

I opened the post-mortem umbrella and found that there were also some handprints on the body, especially the left and right elbows, which belonged to different people, proving that he had been held by two people from behind.

Generally speaking, lynching is often used, but the deceased has no trace of being beaten.

I sniffed my nose to the folds of the deceased's skin and sniffed. Then I took a bottle of reagent from my arms and dropped it on him. The reagent turned blue. I explained: "The deceased had sweated a lot ... very, very Many, there is still a thick layer of sweat base on the body surface. "

Huang Xiaotao raised an eyebrow and said, "I can't imagine what the killer did to him."

I laughed: "That's what I often do to suspects. Two people anchor him from behind, forcing him to look in one direction, and then the killer X keeps tormenting him with his eyes."

"Mental torture!" Huang Xiaotao immediately understood.

"Yes, a thousand times better than physical torture!"

I have tasted that kind of mental pain and it really makes people collapse. Perhaps the deceased was already tortured crazy at the time, but this cannot be seen through the autopsy.

Huang Xiaotao asked, "What is the murderer looking for?"

"Money?" Sun Bing said, "those 23 million."

I do n’t think it ’s money. Lord King is for the 23 million people who mobilized the public? He is not such a low-level criminal. Moreover, the murderer tortured him clearly near the deceased's house, but did not go to search his house, proving that they, like Ma Yun, had no interest in money.

I thought for a while, and suddenly understood, I said with confidence: "The people are not looking for 23 million, but for something worth 23 million."

"What?" Huang Xiaotao and Sun Bingxin were surprised at the same time.

I said my speculation. Fifteen years ago, there was a deal between Chen Ying and Lord Jing, and it would be able to enter the eyes of King Jing, and what would it cost to buy so much, combined with Chen Ying at the time The identity of a researcher at the Institute of Life Science and Technology must be something that ordinary people cannot get.

However, Chen Ying seemed to have collected King Jing's money but failed to deliver it on time. In other words, this little man had pitted King Jing, so he kept trembling, hiding in Tibet, living low-key, and never expected to be found in the end.

Huang Xiaotao shouted: "23 million, not to mention the trafficker leader, not to my dad ..."

Sun Bingxin despised the tunnel: "show off!"

Huang Xiaotao coughed: "I mean, what exactly does King Jing want from a researcher?"

Song Xingchen, who had been silent all of a sudden, said, "Master Wang Jing was born in the Guangxu period and was the last King Aixinjueluo. He lived for more than 120 years by relying on various evil methods. I think what he longs for most is extension. Life. "

Huang Xiaotao was shocked: "So what do you mean, Chen Ying accidentally tinkered with drugs that can prolong life?"