The Underworld Detective

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When Huang Xiaotao was here, I was not idle, and turned around to find any clues left by the killer.

I told Police Officer Ren to stay and guard the body, and specifically told him not to smoke in this place, and be careful to cause a fire!

Although the body is more important than the scene, it is also a situation. In this kind of wasteland surrounded by grass, the police accidentally will destroy the footprints, so I have to find the footprints before people come.

After walking around, I finally found two rows of footprints on the southwest side of the body. The front string was relatively small, the feet were shallow and the feet were shallow. From the shoe marks, it was left by the high heels, and it was probably a hasty escape. I was cut off.

The other footprint was obviously left by an adult man and was relatively heavy. I estimate that he weighed more than 140 kilograms, was about 1.8 meters tall, and the grass on the right was heavily chopped. Obviously he was holding a murder weapon in his right hand, which should be a very sharp knife or dagger.

While walking, I found a pair of red high-heeled shoes, wrapped it in a handkerchief, and a siren sound came from a distance. I carefully bypassed the footprints and came to the road. They waved at Huang Xiaotao.

Huang Xiaotao, Sun Bingxin and a group of policemen got out of the car. I commanded: "Be careful, there are footprints here, let the technical team take a look!"

Huang Xiaotao looked at me and laughed. I said something. She said, "Human-type homicide investigator!"

Sun Bingxin slapped his palm and said, "This nickname is too appropriate."

I smiled bitterly: "Don't call me that, who would dare go shopping with me in the future."

Police officer came out of the grass at this time: "You are counted, strangle me ..."

The smoker was almost dead without smoking for half an hour. He immediately ordered one and exhaled a cigarette.

Huang Xiaotao said to Sun Bing: "Don't find such a boyfriend, maybe you will be widow one day."

"Get off!" Sun Bingxin hit her a little.

Our group walked towards the corpse. Huang Xiaotao asked me if there was anything special. I shook my head: "The first feeling is nothing, probably a common murder case, the face was severely damaged, like an acquaintance."

Huang Xiaotao nodded: "I hope it is a sub-question. I really don't want to have any serial killings recently."

When I came to the corpse, Sun Bingxin and I were preparing for an autopsy. The deceased was less than 30 years old, with a thin body and a severely damaged face. I am not sure if she is a missing liar? I cut her clothes with scissors and noticed that the skin was slightly turquoise, and a mildly rotten-dead vein network appeared below. I moved my joints and the corpse stiffness at the joints had begun to ease. This was rotten from the inside. In addition, the blood shade does not fade with finger pressure.

"Forty-eight hours of death. The weather has always been autumn and high in these two days, and the error will not exceed two hours or so." I quickly analyzed.

"Brother Song Yang, you see a bleeding point under the deceased's chest." Sun Bingxin reminded.

I nodded, no fatal injuries were visible from the front, and combined with the footprints I just found, I guess the fatal injuries were behind and should have been severely stabbed. This will be discussed later.

I listened to the bones, and it turned out that the lungs were punctured and there was a lot of blood in it. The diaphragm was ruptured, and there seemed to be signs of rib fractures.

I picked up the deceased's feet and moved my ankle: "Severe strain on the tendon." Looking up, the knees, thighs, and arms all had abrasions, and some bleeding was mixed with soil particles, as if they had fallen from the front a bit.

Sun Bingxin swiped under the deceased with a cotton swab. I took it out and looked at it. "No fine spots."

"Oh, that's not being sexually assaulted!"

I smiled and shook my head: "How to learn, sexual assault means more than just **** or corpse. You haven't noticed that the deceased's chest-hood is gone, and the opening of his clothes has been torn."

Sun Bingxin laughed out his tongue and said, "Sorry!"

The deceased had a chest-mask on her chest, but the breast-mask was missing. I do n’t have a post-mortem umbrella, but I can guess first. The murderer cut off the deceased's chest-hood with a knife, reached into his clothes and stroked them up and down, so he broke the opening of the clothes.

The next highlight is the face of the deceased. The deceased's face was scratched with many incisions. At first glance, it seems that they are arbitrarily drawn, but if you look closely, you will find that the incision is symmetrical.

There is a deep knife edge near the chin of the deceased, near the cheekbones, and near the temples. I noticed that some transparent liquid flowed out from the blade of the cheekbones, and some liquefied fat sometimes leaked out from the body, but the face of the deceased was not fat. Not too much.

I took a cotton swab and dipped in some of this liquid, and sniffed. I couldn't figure out what it was, so I asked Sun Bingxin to take it back for testing.

Sun Bingxin wondered: "This knife wound seems to have written three inverted characters on your face. What's the point?"

I shook my head: "I don't know, is the murderer a sympathizer?"

When acquaintances commit crimes, the face of the deceased is often destroyed, because looking at the familiar face makes the killer feel uncomfortable, but this case does not seem to fit this point.

In addition, the chin of the deceased was cut horizontally, and the knife edge was particularly neat and almost horizontal.

It seems strange that the killer is destroying the dead with a precise attitude like surgery.

In addition, the deceased's eyelids were also cut off, neatly cut, making the deceased's eyes look at the sky, and it looked like he was dead.

Looking at the deceased for a moment, I said, "Come over!"

We turned the deceased over, and there were three stab wounds on the neck and shoulders of the deceased, which were more messy, as if they were chopped randomly during a run. In addition, there was a very deep stab wound on the back, which almost penetrated the deceased's chest. I pressed around it: "This fatal injury should have been caused by the murderer with a knife after he fell. When it was pressed up, the air in the deceased's abdominal cavity was lost, and the internal and external pressures were different, which caused two ribs to be broken. "

"Committing passionately?" Sun Bingxin asked.

I didn't say anything. Judging from all the current signs, it is possible. The most difficult case to solve is the killer who randomly chose a passer-by to kill. Such cases often rely on luck.

Huang Xiaotao came over and said, "How's the test? I found two things here."

She had two evidence bags in her hand, a red bra-hood, and a withered daisy.

Huang Xiaotao said, "I'm not sure if this flower was left by the murderer, but this place should not grow."

I waved my hand: "Take the body back, there is too much blood on your face, you have to go back and wash it." Then he patted his legs and stood up: "Go and see the car!"

We came to the liar's car, and the police officer Ren stood by the car and was watching. He said, "Look here, a piece of paint has been wiped off." He pointed to the right side of the lamp.

I went into the car and took a look. The four killer Matts who picked up the car threw cigarette butts, beer cans, and snack packages all around the car, and I saw a frown. I glanced back and forth with the pupil of the hole, and found a few long hairs in the gap between the seats, slightly snoring, a bit like the hair of the deceased.

After all, if the deceased is a female liar, I want to make sure that there is still no conclusive evidence. After we returned to the bureau, I washed the face of the deceased with alcohol, and then took a photo to show the scammer.

Seeing the photo, he cried Tao: "This is my daughter-in-law! Although we lie to money, we never make a fortune, who is so cruel!"

The identity of the deceased was finally determined.