The Underworld Detective

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Wu Yang's expression did not lie, but how could this be true. If my grandfather is a suspect, Sun Tiger will not tell me. Besides, it was the case that happened first before they came to investigate.

In any case, my grandpa cannot be a criminal!

Seeing my sudden reaction so intense, Wu Yang raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong, Detective Song, do you know this person?"

I don't know how to answer, saying that no comment is tantamount to admitting, and Huang Xiaotao missed the opportunity to insert a sentence: "What did the injured police officer say?"

Wu Yang thought for a while and said, "Song Zhaolin has a lot of swords!"

"what?"

The three of us were startled, Wu Yang shrugged, "That's what he said, so I thought the suspect was this person. If you don't believe you can go to him, I'll give you his address!" He tore off A piece of paper on the cigarette case was stumbled with an address.

Holding this piece of paper, I have a lot of thoughts. Does Grandpa really do something that shouldn't be done?

Wu Yang looked at the bell on the wall and said, "Ah, it's nine o'clock, don't bother you all to rest, I'll go back first." Then he left with the fat director, and the director never said anything.

I plan to meet with that police officer tomorrow morning. There is nothing to do at night, and we will rest early.

At about five o'clock the next morning, a harsh siren sound broke the silence. After a while, Huang Xiaotao called and said, "The fat police officer just called me. He asked if we could go there."

I nodded: "Let's go!"

Wang Yuanchao was still snoring. I didn't wake him up. I met Song Xingchen when I came out. He was well-groomed. I said, "You don't use it, just check a corpse."

Song Xingchen shook his head, it seemed boring.

Coming to the office, the fat police chief said with a sigh of relief: "Thank you, you finally came, please come with me!"

The deceased was a female, about 30 years old, unidentified, and was discovered by a guest house staff in the morning. She had a piece of skin cut off from her thighs, abdomen, and back, with missing nipple-head and lower-body. There were more than thirty knives, and the cause of death was one knives on her neck.

When I saw the body, Sun Bingxin suddenly covered his mouth, and Huang Xiaotao and I were shocked. I quickly put on my gloves, checked the lower body of the deceased, and said with certainty: "It was a **** and murder!"

"It's exactly the same as it was twenty years ago!" Huang Xiaotao said.

I asked the fat police officer if there had been any such cases before, before we came.

He said no, my heart trembled, fearing that our arrival would call out the killer. In that case, we are also responsible for the death of this woman.

Sun Bingxin is right. I am Conan's constitution. I should not disturb the tranquility of this small county.

Sun Bingxin seemed to see through my mind and comforted: "Brother Song Yang, don't think so much, let's examine the corpse first, it may not be the murderer."

I sighed and started to perform an autopsy with Sun Bingxin. Judging from the dead body and corpse of the deceased, the death time was about 10 hours. I carefully checked the necrosis of the missing skin, and listened to the internal organs with the bones of the bones. The time of death was determined to be around 8 hours.

I remembered for a moment that 8 hours ago we were talking to Wu Yang in the hotel room.

I took out a small bottle, wiped it with a cotton swab and dipped some medicine on the edge of the wound, and it blistered. I quickly said, "The wound responds to life. The skin was cut before birth. From the edge, it looks like A sharp knife, a tool similar to a scalpel ... no marks on the hands and feet. "

Sun Bing said, "That's medicated tincture, I'll go to the test!"

She drew a tube of blood for the test next door, and I called her: "Wait a minute, I will take a little Yin-dao residue."

I took a cotton swab into there, and the chance of finding semen-liquid was extremely slim. Even the most illiterate criminals know that DNA cannot be left. When I took the cotton swab off, except for some secretions and lubricants, There was even a little blood.

This blood is dark red, it should be blood in the yin-channel. The deceased has an unobservable scar on the abdomen. It seems that a child was born, not a virgin, but if there is no sexual relationship for a long time, the virgin-hymen will grow well. .

I sniffed, judging from experience, it was indeed human blood.

In order to confirm how the deceased was injured, I took a pair of tweezers and separated the place with tweezers. I saw that there was something inside, but it was not covered with mucus, and I called, "It looks like an animal!"

"Mouse, or eel?" Sun Bing covered his mouth disgustingly. "Really abnormal!"

I took an expander and the longest tweezers in the laboratory, and it took me a long time to remove the thing. It was a gecko, and it must have been put in alive. When I was struggling, I broke the yin-channel wall.

Sun Bingxin saw his cheeks twitch, and the fat police officer asked me, "Does this gecko have any special meaning?"

I shrugged. "I don't know."

I asked Sun Bingxin to test the blood. I continued the autopsy. From the direction of the murderer's knife, he was a right-handed man. His power was accurate, and he should be a strong palm.

The palm of a person is retired. I can't help thinking that if the murderer of the year was still alive, he must be 40 or 50 years old. As long as he has no illness, it is entirely possible to commit a crime.

But when I checked carefully, I felt a sense of disobedience.

"No, not him!" I said unconsciously.

Huang Xiaotao asked, "What do you mean, this is a parody?"

I didn't want to ask the fat police officer to pick up an ultraviolet lamp and open the autopsy umbrella. I found some handprints on the deceased, especially the hips, with a pair of generous handprints that seemed to be left behind during the rape.

I asked Huang Xiaotao what she found was not right. She also read the previous file. Huang Xiaotao thought for a while and said, "You mean, this murderer is too calm."

"Yes!"

The murderer was a very typical carnival murderer. During the rape, he would constantly bite the body of the deceased. Afterwards, he was afraid of leaving a tooth mark before cutting off the skin. Over time, he became a criminal habit.

The murderer did not know such details. He fainted the deceased, then cut the skin, and then calmly carried out the rape, as if he was following a fixed process. He didn't seem to enjoy the crime process.

Judging from the gecko stuffed into the Yin-Dao, the murderer is not just imitating, but also trying to convey some special messages!

When thinking about this, a small thing jumped out of the body of the deceased, very small and small, more inconspicuous than sesame. I picked up a test tube and buckled the deceased's leg. Huang Xiaotao and Sun Bingxin asked me what I caught?

I told them to come and see, there was a lice trapped in the test tube.

The usual lice are slightly different. This thing is called pubic lice, which is parasitic in the pubic hair of humans, and is usually transmitted through sexual contact. It may also be infected by unsanitary bedding, such as sleeping naked in a small clean guest house.

I used tweezers to separate the yin-hair of the deceased, and found that the root of the yin-hair still parasited a lot of it, and I took some as evidence to save it.

Huang Xiaotao suddenly pointed to a place and asked, "Song Yang, what's going on?"

Under the umbrella shadow, there was a small cluster of traces on a skin. I looked closely and found that similar traces could almost be found around the wound. I took off my gloves, and took a finger to scratch the skin on my arm. After releasing it, it really left similar marks.

I said, "It seems to be caused by pulling the skin around the wound with your fingers."

Huang Xiaotao gestured and groaned: "The murderer squeezed the skin of the deceased with his hands from both sides, and then cut it with a knife. How many hands does the murderer have?"

I shouted excitedly: "You're right, I'm a bit preconceived. The murderer may have a helper ... No, it's two people working together!"