The Underworld Detective

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"He ... he moved!" Luo Weiwei covered her mouth in fright, and kept backing.

"The corpse! The corpse!"

"How could this be, obviously without a head."

The whole room was filled with a panic of screams, and some policemen were scared to dance and ran desperately.

Wang shouted for help, hurriedly knocked over a chair, and almost fell to the ground. Huang Xiaotao's pair of apricot eyes were wide, and his mouth was so wide that he could stuff the walnuts in. Even the expressionless Wang Yuanchao, I noticed that his pupils contracted slightly.

At this moment, the corpse kneeling on the table was slowly raising his right hand, as if holding an invisible knife in his hand, and was chopping continuously towards his neck!

At first, the range of motion was small, only the wrist was shaking, and then the whole arm moved under the action of the elastic band, chopping his neck repeatedly.

Human muscles can memorize movements, just like a person who rides a bicycle without thinking about it all the time. When the human body dies, the central nerves die, and the internal magnetic field collapses instantly, but it will be like recording a record. Small muscle memory.

Of course, muscle memory varies from person to person, and some corpses that are severely rotten or have a broken spine can't perform ‘necropsy’ on them. However, the dead body's muscles were stiff after the death, maintaining a subtle tension, and it was almost the perfect test piece for performing the 'morgue'!

Thinking about it this way, I felt a little proud of it, as if the craftsman had completed a perfect artwork.

I know that this kind of psychology is very abnormal, but the person acting as a pretender is more or less different from ordinary people, or they will not be able to eat this bowl of rice!

I was about to explain the principle to Luo Weiwei. When I looked back, she was gone and the door was open. Many policemen were frightened and yelled in the corridor.

I asked, "Luo Weiwei went out?"

Wang pointed at the ground vigorously. As soon as I saw it, he was almost unhappy. Luo Weiwei was fainted. She lay on the ground with a pair of eyes, rolled a pair of white eyes, and the cold and gorgeous Fan Er disappeared.

"Is this mental quality a forensic doctor?" I said scornfully.

"Yeah ..." Huang Xiaotao's face was pale and scared, but he didn't lose his sanity like them: "Song Yang, let the body stop, it's too scary!"

"Wait a minute, I'm recording, so I won't confess it later."

I used my mobile phone to record a short paragraph. If it was uploaded to a spiritual website, it would probably scare a voter.

After I was done, I pulled out a magnetic needle on the body, and then the body seemed to be cut off from the power. Suddenly it stopped, leaving only one arm high in the air.

"My mother, it's scary!" Wang Dali sighed with relief: "Song Yang, if you don't bring such a scary person, don't tell me."

"Did I remind you!"

"How do I know it is such a high-powered picture ..." Then Wang Dali sneezed. All three of us were wearing coats, and he was wearing a T-shirt alone. I said, "You have a cold, go to the car and get it. A coat. "

"It doesn't matter, I'm in good shape." Wang vigorously rubbed his shoulders with the palm of his hand.

I woke Luo Weiwei. She was frightened. When she woke up, she desperately stepped back on the ground and said in a panic, "Don't come! Don't come!"

"It's me!" I consoled.

Luo Weiwei's mask was tilted aside, and she glanced at the corpse behind me, her lips trembling and said, "You ... what witchcraft do you have?"

I laughed and briefly explained the principle. Finally, "If you don't believe it, you can often touch the body anyway, you can try it next time."

"No!" She waved her hands desperately: "I believe, I believe."

"The deceased cut off his own head, do you admit it?" I asked.

She nodded, and then gave a suspicious look: "But it's wrong. There are a lot of nerves on his neck. He only uses an ordinary kitchen knife. It is impossible to cut the neck with a single knife. Theoretically, it will stop in half."

"You're right, that's why I prove it!" I looked around at everyone in the house and said, word by word, "The deceased was controlled by the body."

Huang Xiaotao was frightened: "You mean, hypnosis?"

"It's not hypnosis. I think it's some sort of magic that can dominate the body and make the deceased do these things involuntarily." After that, I opened the white sheet: "Do you look at the expressions of the deceased before the death of the men and women?

Luo Weiwei got up and came over and said, "It really is, the expression of the deceased is really painful."

Huang Xiaotao glanced at the door. After the scene just now, many policemen were scared away. The remaining four or five people said, "Should we check the evidence?"

"Don't worry, I have one more thing to check." I asked Luo Weiwei: "Did you check the fingerprint?"

Luo Weiwei nodded her head: "The colleagues in the Ken Kam Section have checked. The body and clothing of the body have only their own fingerprints, and there are no outsiders."

"Then let's test it again and get me an alcohol lamp," I ordered.

Luo Weiwei promised to go, Huang Xiaotao laughed and said, "Song Yang, you are so powerful in knocking down the mountain shock tiger, this girl has nothing to refute now."

"Whoever told her that she wasn't in front of her, scared her."

I took out the olive oil, wood butterfly, and pot from the bag, poured a lot of oil into the pot, and then put the wood butterfly. Wang Dali asked: "Song Yang, your cooking order is wrong, and you can put the vegetables only when the oil is hot. "

"Shut up! Come and help," I said.

"How to help?" Wang vigorously asked.

"Give me a pot," I said.

Luo Weiwei fetched the alcohol lamp. I put the alcohol lamp under the pot to heat it. Soon the oil was hot, and the wooden butterflies inside were sizzling, and the oil smoke kept coming out, all attached to the wall of the pot.

In about five or six minutes, I saw that Wang Dali's hands were tired, and now I can say, and turn off the alcohol lamp.

I found a small knife to scrape the putty from the wall of the pot, about two or two.

Huang Xiaotao said, "Song Yang, it's a pleasure to see your autopsy. Every step is interesting."

"Of course it's fun to stand and watch," I said lightly.

"You are so heartless and heartless, haven't I helped?"

"Have you helped?"

Huang Xiaotao shivered: "Did I just give you something?"

"That's also called help?" I couldn't help laughing.

Huang Xiaotao gave me a bad look.

I asked Wang Yuanchao to take the male body back to the iron bed, and then gently put the putty on the body's chest. Wang Dali asked, "What is this?"

"Wooden butterflies and olive oil are very light-weight things. The putty fried from these two things is much lighter than the aluminum powder used by the police and can detect some things that are not easy to detect," I explained.

Therefore, I didn't dare to go out during the whole process, for fear that the putty on my hand would be blown away.

After the body's chest was covered with putty, I gently blown it off and found nothing.

Then I did the same thing on the chest and abdomen of the female corpse. This time when I put the putty off the surface of the skin, a line of footprints appeared below, yes, small footprints!

"This is ..." Huang Xiaotao said in surprise. "The cat's footprint?"