The Underworld Detective

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Bai Ye has a special constitution and can only take in nutrients through his blood. After discovering his ‘inferiority’, he is regarded as a devil ’s child!

In order to allow him to stay here, the dean may have reached a certain understanding. As long as Bai Ye honestly does not bite, the dean has secretly fed him with animal blood, although it is not as delicious as human blood. But never starve to death.

After growing up, Bai Ye escaped from the orphanage, and after lurking for a few years, he began to avenge prostitutes-girls! I don't think he was very grateful to the dean. Instead, he was resentful, resentful that he was born into this world, resentful of the tragic childhood he caused to himself, but the dean always had a deep feeling for his own son Deep guilt ...

This guilt made him Bai's accomplice and wiped his buttocks in order to prevent Bai Ye from being arrested by the police.

These are just my speculations, but I believe the truth is inseparable. After listening to me, Huang Xiaotao said angrily: "No matter what the reason for this father and son, in short we must take them to justice!"

Soon after, Wang Yuanchao bought what I wanted. I found a washbasin, cut the ink sac of the squid with scissors, dripped the ink into it, and poured the linseed oil into the mixture to mix the two.

Wang asked curiously, "Isn't there ink on the table? Why do you want to buy a squid to get ink?"

I said, "You do n’t understand it? Squid ink is an ancient Chinese medicine called belly Chinese ink. It is recorded in the" Compendium of Materia Medica ". The Chinese ink has two characteristics. The first is lightness and it will not destroy it. The shape of the ash; the second is that it contains phosphorus and can glow! "

"Glow?" Wang vigorously widened his eyes.

I asked Xiaozhou to borrow a straw, sucked a little mixed cuttlefish juice, then asked him to prepare a camera, adjust the exposure to the highest level, and finally ordered the police to turn off all lights at the scene.

After the light was turned off, there was some faint light coming out of the window, and I asked someone to pull up the curtains as well, and the whole room suddenly looked like a dark room.

"It's so dark, should I give you a flashlight?" Huang Xiaotao asked.

"No need, I can see it!" I launched ‘Mysterious Eyes’ and got a panoramic view of everything in the room.

Xiao Zhou said, "But I can't see it."

I pulled Xiao Zhou to a position and asked him to raise the camera, and then when I shouted to shoot, I pressed the shutter.

Then I dropped the cuttlefish juice in the straw onto the ashes, and waited for about ten seconds. Some glowing handwriting slowly appeared on the ashes, everyone exclaimed, "Snap, it can only last for a short time. child!"

Xiao Zhou pressed the shutter, and after I took the picture, I asked someone to turn on the light.

Xiao Zhou used a digital camera. He checked the photos and it worked well, so he asked the technical team to transfer it to the computer and restore the fragments with PS. Under the eager attention of everyone, the fragment was finally restored into a single line, which was an address-‘No. 48 South Qiang Road’!

Huang Xiaotao said excitedly: "This may be the place where they committed the crime tonight, Xiao Xu, you take a few people to stay and guard, others follow me!"

Our group rushed to No. 48 Nan Qiang Road. This is a residential building. Huang Xiaotao was going to inquire from house to house. I said that this would not work, and I would be shocked by the murderer, so I asked Xiao Zhou to take out the ultraviolet lamp.

I handed the ultraviolet lamp to Wang Dali's hands, taught him how to use it, and let him hold it high. And I took the red umbrella out of the handbag, stretched it out, slowly rotated it to an angle, and the light through the umbrella paper showed a messy footprint on the ground.

"Isn't this umbrella just for autopsy?" Huang Xiaotao asked curiously.

"It's more than just an autopsy!" I replied.

"It's too convenient. Whenever we have one in the technical team, it's good." Xiao Zhou said with envy.

I thought this wouldn't work. It takes time to build this umbrella, and some of the recipes in it are from the Song family. I can't disclose it.

The residential building has a large flow of people, and the footprints on the ground are chaotic. Huang Xiaotao looked at those footprints and began to worry: "Which one is the murderer?"

I looked at it and pointed to one of them: "This, the left foot is heavy and the light foot is light, obviously the dean left!"

We followed this series of footprints all the way to the fourth floor. The footprints disappeared in front of a room door. I was about to open the lock. Huang Xiaotao even opened the door with one kick, pulled out his gun and rushed in. Others followed closely!

Everyone searched the room, and suddenly there was a scream from Huang Xiaotao, and then there was a hula sound. I saw countless black bats flying out of the door, startled me and Wang.

"Song Yang, let's be one step late!" Huang Xiaotao's voice came from the room.

I walked into the bedroom and found a female corpse lying on the bed, wearing a floral dress, with pale skin like paper, and two **** marks on the neck, exactly like the death of the previous deceased.

There are many bats hanging on the roof. Although they were just taken aback by the police, the remaining numbers are still considerable.

The bats are like messengers of hell. The blacks are squeezing, and they squirm from time to time. A pair of small eyes emit strange green light. People with dense phobia will scare their legs softly when they see this scene.

I was a little discouraged. If I could find out that the dean was an accomplice earlier, the girl would probably not die.

But the body was still to be examined, and I said to Huang Xiaotao, "I and Wang stay here vigorously for the autopsy. You take everyone and search nearby."

"Can you two be here?" Huang Xiaotao asked uneasily.

"It's okay, the killer won't come back," I replied.

"But these bats ..." Huang Xiaotao glanced at the roof.

"These are ordinary bats and can't hurt people." I said dismissively.

"Well, I ask Wang Yuanchao to stay and protect you."

After speaking, Huang Xiaotao took the other police officers out, and the technical team began to collect evidence. I rolled up my sleeves, put on my gloves, examined the corpse's pupils, and listened to the bone sounds of the corpse. I judged that the time of death was about two hours.

Although I knew there might not be any important clues this time, the test was still successful. I called Wang Dali to get rice paper and camellia oil from the bag and still use the “oil-paper retest method” to extract handprints.

Wang Dali said, "Why not just use your **** umbrella?"

"The autopsy and evidence collection should be adapted to local conditions, not that one method works every time," I explained.

As a result of this test, I really found some clues. The handprints appearing on rice paper this time turned out to have fuzzy fingerprints.

Xiao Zhou hurried over to take a picture: "This is definitely not the same person!"

"No!" I checked the handprint and said, "It was indeed dry at night. He took too much blood protein during this time, so the skin began to secrete oil, which he may not even have realized. "

Wang Dali said, "Is there a possibility! The murderer actually sucked blood to cure his strange disease?"

I thought about it: "This may also be possible, but now that he can secrete oil, let's change to a simpler method."

I asked Wang Dali to put up the ultraviolet light, and then opened the red umbrella to rotate it gently. I was using the ultraviolet light to simulate sunlight.

The bats above their heads were stimulated by ultraviolet rays, and they fluttered their wings and flew out of the open windows. The people in the room screamed.

When I walked to the living room, where the faint blood light cast by the red umbrella went, the faint fingerprints also appeared on the door frame, table, and a drinking glass.

Xiao Zhou was about to follow up, and I said to him: "You stay, check the water in the glass and see if there is DNA!"

"Oh ... OK!" Xiao Zhou nodded.

I kept walking out and found the same fingerprints on the staircase handrails, and they turned up. Wang Dali said in a stupid voice: "The murderer didn't go downstairs, he ... he's still in this building."

Wang Yuanchao, who was smoking at the door, immediately turned off his cigarette butt, held down the Type 92 pistol at his waist, and looked at me with a look waiting for an order.

The opportunity was right, and I immediately made a decision: "The three of us went up to catch him!"