The Underworld Detective

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Xiao Zhou suddenly raised the volume and said, "Everyone listens. The detective Song just said that if he couldn't detect the trace on the body, he would eat the entire ashtray in public, obediently! This is tempered glass."

The policeman who was busy at the scene immediately came over to make fun of it, and Wang vigorously murmured for me: "Don't just talk about Yangzi, what if you lose?"

Xiao Zhou looked around and said, "I lost soot and cigarette butts, did you hear them?"

The crowd was coaxing for a while, but it seemed that they obviously supported Xiao Zhou, after all, Xiao Zhou was their team leader.

Naturally I have full confidence in the autopsy, but I'm also very upset when I'm provoked for no reason. I don't want to pretend that I will look good on you later.

"Okay, I'll take a look at the corpse first, and I'll tell you later when it's about to be examined." I said.

"Okay!" Xiao Zhou laughed. "But don't use your own fingerprints to count."

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid, I don't care about my face ..." I sneered again.

Xiao Zhou heard the irony in this sentence and snorted, "Then I will come to see your tricks later!"

After he left, Huang Xiaotao sighed again and again: "Song Yang, I'm sorry for you."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Huang Xiaotao said that Xiao Zhou was a returnee from the police station. He was arrogant. He just reported the result to Huang Xiaotao after examining the body. Huang Xiaotao casually said, "It doesn't matter, wait for Song Yang to come and let him check." How did you know that this unintentional remark completely touched Xiao Zhou's pride!

Xiao Zhou asked Huang Xiaotao what I was doing. Huang Xiao Tao said that I was a concubine. Xiao Zhou felt a sense of being insulted immediately, so when I came in, I followed the bar and wanted to give me a kick.

Huang Xiaotao spread his hand: "It's my team leader who is not good, and I didn't pay attention to coordinating everyone's relationship."

"I don't blame you, I think there is something wrong with the character of the technical team leader." I answered.

"Sister Xiaotao, who is the senior officer of this police officer Zhou?" Wang asked vigorously.

"The two of us are equal, but I slowly rose up, he was much younger than me, and the police officer was the police officer as soon as he joined the Interpol." Huang Xiaotao smiled bitterly.

"Why?" Cried Wang vigorously.

"On the basis of high academic qualifications, Doctor of Returnee Criminal Investigation, how can I be a graduate of this police academy?" Huang Xiaotao laughed at himself.

Wang Dali sighed: "Because I used to be a policeman to look at my academic qualifications, but he said that he was a disciple of Li Changyu, and seemed to look like NB."

I explained: "You heard it wrong. He just listened to Li Changyu's class. If it is really a disciple of Chinese detective Li Changyu, with his character, he won't take it to heaven!"

I have also read the books written by Li Changyu. In fact, I read almost all the forensic books in the entire library during my college years, and mutually corroborated with the knowledge in the "Recollection of the Unjust Collection". reward.

As the so-called confidante knows one another, one can win every battle!

Huang Xiaotao said worriedly: "Song Yang, I just heard Xiao Zhou tell the team members that there is something abnormal in this body, and the fingerprint may have been processed by the murderer afterwards, so he can bet on you. If you are not sure, Let me cover it for you. "

I waved my hand: "Unless the killer is a ghost, there must be a clue!"

I took out a black stick with a long palm from the bag. Wang Dali asked me what it was used for, and I explained: "This is called" Sounding Bonewood ". It is made by cypress and is used to listen to bones." Cypress It ’s thick, and the sounding effect is very good. Last time, I did n’t prepare it, so I put my ear on the body and listened directly. ”

Later, it turned out that I was ready for this thing. I stuck the bones to the corpse's chest, abdomen, and back, and tapped my limbs with my fingers. I found that the dead time of the corpse was as long as seven days. It would be too much to stick the ear directly Disgusting.

Seven days?

It is also the first seven of the dead in folklore.

The fat man who found the body said that the mattress shook a bit. Is this the reason?

Of course, I didn't delve into this. The responsibility of the concubine is only to find evidence. The arrest of murderers and ghosts is not in my professional field.

The deceased had lost a lot of blood, and had been in a closed environment. Although the death time was as long as seven days, there was only slight decay.

The deceased was not drained of all the blood, because I heard that there were still some blood clots in her chest. A person who was pumped 30% of the blood would be shocked, and lost 50% of the blood would be circulated throughout the body. The system was paralyzed and immediately died.

Judging from the various physical signs of the deceased, the blood loss was more than 70%. So much blood can be filled with several large cola bottles. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but glance at the two blood holes in the neck and neck of the deceased.

Is it true that the murderer was a vampire and sucked her blood away?

I asked Wang Dali to get the scissors. I cut off the deceased's chest-cover and panties. Wang Dali was stunned: "Because you pay attention to the impact, sister Tao is still there!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" I angered.

Huang Xiaotao held her hands, her expression was calm, and she was accustomed to this scene. She didn't react much, so Wang Dali was fussed by herself.

Autopsy still cares about men and women, isn't that funny? The corpse was nothing more than an item in my eyes.

Huang Xiaotao asked: "Song Yang, what are you going to do, do you still steam it with white vinegar like last time?"

I shook my head, not to mention that without this condition, I worry that the steamed corpse of white vinegar may not work. In addition, it is late at night, so I did not bring the red umbrella.

The autopsy should be adapted to local conditions, this time I intend to use a new method!

I asked Wang Dali to bring my tote bag. I took out a good roll of rice paper and a bottle of camellia oil from it. Wang Dali asked me what it was doing, and I explained, "Of course it is a fingerprint."

I did not mention fingerprints because I vaguely felt that fingerprints might not be experimental on the body.

Xiao Zhou heard it and walked over and said, "Yo! Detective Song is about to start an autopsy. Let me observe."

I said, "then keep your eyes open and watch!"

I asked Wang to vigorously turn the body over. From the blood hole on the deceased's neck, the murderer sucked blood on her back, so a clear handprint would definitely appear on the back.

One more thing, Xuan paper and camellia oil are so expensive that I can't test them all over. A piece of four-foot square special clean rice paper costs 20 yuan a piece, and camellia oil is 100 yuan a pound. Probably the most extravagant autopsy method passed down from the Song Dynasty torture officer Song Ci!

I put two sheets of rice paper on the back of the deceased and dripped a few drops of tea oil very carefully to ensure that the rice paper was completely absorbed.

Oil-soaked rice paper turns into a transparent color at a speed that is visible to the naked eye, and can see through to the underlying skin! Then I stacked another layer of rice paper on it until the second rice paper was soaked.

"Hey, you put oil on the body, how do you clean it afterwards ..." Xiao Zhou said, his eyes suddenly stared at the body.

"Look, something seems to appear!" Cried Huang Xiaotao.

"Why can't I see?" Wang Dali squinted his eyes. He tried to see a little bit more than a hundred degrees with his near-sighted glasses.

The outline of handprints has begun to appear on the rice paper soaked with oil, but it is very blurred. In ordinary people's eyes, it is just a darker shade than the surrounding colors, but it is very clear in my eyes!

Even the location of the fingerprints is exactly the same as my guess.

I then covered the third layer of rice paper. This layer of rice paper was also gradually wet with oil, then the fourth and fifth layers!

The camellia oil finally did not penetrate again. The top layer of rice paper maintained the original color of the paper. There were only a few places. A layer of oil imprints slowly emerged, forming two palm prints on the paper.

"Bottom, it's too NB!" Wang screamed in shock.

"Song Yang, how did you do that?" Huang Xiaotao said.

"No ... this is impossible!" Xiao Zhou said with wide eyes, "I see, you are a liar, you must have done something on the paper!"