The Underworld Detective

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Cola said the club would open at night, so after the three of us ate together at noon, we decided to go back to the scene.

The deceased's home was naturally sealed, and it was an ordinary apartment. On the first floor, there was a basement that was transformed into a tuning classroom. When we came in, we were astounded by the things hanging on the wall. There were a lot of tuning props, such as dog collars, candles, rings, ropes and the like.

Huang Xiaotao boasted for a while: "Life is colorful!"

Sun Bingxin echoed: "I can't think of a seemingly ordinary person. There will be such a secret in the family."

I said, "Everyone has a secret, but he turns his secret into a real thing. In fact, I think that as long as it doesn't hurt or hinder other people's hobbies, it doesn't matter how you play when you close the door, at least He bought these things himself, unlike the thieves who steal underwear or pedophilia, which is really disgusting. "

The ground at the scene was messy, the bloodstains had been cleared, and number plates were placed where the bloodstains were splashed. I saw two parallel drag marks on the ground. A beam column and a ring above it were where the dead man was strangled.

According to the traces of the deceased, I think the murderer was standing under the beam, holding his knees against the back of the deceased, strangling him from the back, and stringing his whip into the ring, disguised as hanging.

I walked back and forth, and continued to restore the scene of the aggression in my mind, quickly said: "The murderer is a man, about 1.7 meters in body, and he is overweight. He is a calm, meticulous, and strong executive ... "

I paused, squatted down to check the marks on the ground, and continued: "The murderer should be weak and rarely engaged in manual labor, so he paused several times while towing the dead. He had tortured the dead for three hours, I am also more tired, and I think in light of the analysis just now, this person should be engaged in mental work. "

I looked around with the pupil of the cave and found that the spot of blood splatter in a place was a bit strange, as if it was empty.

I walked over and crossed the dust with my fingers to make up the vacant part, and said, "There seems to be something covering the bloodstain here, and it feels like a boxy thing, a frame? Or a tablet?"

"Will it be a book?" Huang Xiaotao took an abusive novel from the shelf, looked it over, and threw it to me.

I clasped the book to the floor, just the right size, and nodded, "Yes, it's a 16-open book. Wait, I'll see if there are any less books on the shelf."

I checked and found that there were no signs of missing these books, and said immediately: "Go, go and see!"

We came to the deceased's bedroom. The bookshelf was very full. The deceased preferred to organize things, so at a glance, there was no missing book. I felt a little confused. Was that book taken away by the murderer? What could be particularly important?

Sun Bingxin guessed unexpectedly: "No, the murderer is a believer. He brought a Bible with him. Because he is a believer, he doesn't like this kind of abused people, so he wants to purify them?"

I shook my head with a smile: "It's unlikely, because there is no such a hobby in Christianity. On the contrary, in early Christianity, in order to purify their souls, missionaries often whipped and pierced their bodies, and used pain to get the soul closer. God, in this sense, can even be said to be the source of the tendency to abuse. "

Sun Bingxin clapped his hands and said, "Then confrontation! The deceased is a devout believer. He believes that masochism is to get closer to God, and should not be used as a game of sex-love, so he must purify such people."

Huang Xiaotao patted her head: "Well, my grandson Sun, don't be whimsical. Unfounded speculation is just guessing. Song Yang, are there any clues?"

I said, "Let me see!"

I opened the refrigerator and kept about a week's worth of food in it. They were all cheaper ingredients. There was no sign of a recent fire in the kitchen. I deliberately turned the trash can and found only some peels and leftover boxes.

Sun Bingxin turned on the microwave oven, and then a rotten smell came out, and she covered her nose: "Brother Song Yang, look!"

We glanced over to see that there was a sausage risotto in it, which may have been heated and had grown hair.

I brought the bowl out and put on the rubber gloves for dishwashing. Both of them frowned. I said lightly, "This is the same food as the deceased last ..."

"Really? What does this mean?" Sun Bingxin asked.

"He prepared two dinners, one for himself and one for heating here, indicating that he was going to entertain the guest, but the guest was late." I tried to restore the scene at that time.

"Will it be one of the four people on that sheet?"

I'm not quite sure, try to reason: "This meal is for takeaway. The price is not too expensive. Maybe it's 30 yuan a share. It means that the guests who come here are more familiar. Is it an acquaintance?"

"Is that the Queen of the Night? The murderer is the Queen of the Night." Huang Xiaotao asserted.

"But I just analyzed, the murderer is a man, is it an impostor?" I said.

"Maybe the Queen of Night is a man!" Said Huang Xiaotao.

I shook my head, judging from the color-love items in the deceased's collection, he was properly heterosexual.

A heterosexual male with a masochistic tendency will only get pleasure when he is abused by the opposite sex. This kind of abuse is game-playing, not really killing. But if a homosexual assaults him, he will feel as painful and uncomfortable as an ordinary person.

From this point of view, the Queen of the Night cannot be a man, at least in the eyes of the deceased, she is a woman!

When you find it, the clue seems to come back. The key now is to find the identity of the Queen of the Night.

We left here, it was quite early, Huang Xiaotao and Sun Bingxin went to Hui Street nearby and bought some clothes. After dinner at night, we drove to the club's location. On the surface of the club was a poorly managed bar. After we went in, we saw a couple of guests sitting in the room, looking very deserted.

When we walked in, these guests were looking at us, showing a hostility to strangers.

I noticed that there were a lot of cigarette butts on the ashtray on the bar, and there were many brands, which shows that there is a lot of people here, not only those people in front of us, but also a fan-shaped scratch on a piece of floor on the street.

I gave Huang Xiaotao a wink, and she directly presented the certificate to the bartender, saying, "We are investigating a case. Are you in the S-M circle?"

The bartender wiped the cup and replied slowly: "Miss police, don't scold people, OK, why am I S-M?"

I pointed to the wall with my chin: "There is a dark door over there, open it and let us in!"

The bartender said, "It's a warehouse. It's nothing to look at."

I smiled: "Rest assured, we are not nosy, no matter what I see inside, I will not ask questions."

The bartender frowned, half a moment before he stretched out. He took out three corsages from the table and handed them to us: "Put on this and leave after checking! There aren't many things! Also, I encourage you to say one thing, don't light this up Certificate, otherwise you won't be able to inquire about anything. "