Netherworld Investigator Chapter 52: Cat footprints

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"He...he moved!" Luo Weiwei was so scared that she covered her mouth and kept backing away.

"The corpse is cheated! The corpse is cheated!"

"How can this be possible, obviously I don't even have my head."

The whole room was filled with panicked screams. Some police officers were so scared that they ran out desperately.

Wang Dali yelled for help, knocked over a chair in embarrassment and almost fell to the ground. Huang Xiaotao's apricot eyes were wide open, and his mouth was so open that he could squeeze walnuts in. Even with Wang Yuanchao, who was expressionless, I noticed that his pupils shrank slightly.

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

At first, the movement was not large, only the wrist was shaking, and then under the action of the elastic band, the whole arm moved, and he repeatedly chopped his neck.

Human muscles can memorize actions, just like a person who rides a bicycle all year round without thinking about it. At the moment of human death, the central nervous system is necrotic, and the magnetic field in the body collapses instantly, but it will be like a record. Save the next short muscle memory.

Of course, muscle memory varies from person to person, and some corpses with severe decay or spinal fractures cannot be ‘decapitated’ on them. However, the muscles of this corpse were stiff after death, maintaining a subtle tension, and it was almost a perfect test product for performing the ‘Necropsy’!

Thinking about it this way, there is a hint of pride in my heart, as if a craftsman has completed a perfect work of art.

I know that this kind of psychology is very abnormal, but when you are a writer, you are more or less different from ordinary people in your heart, otherwise you won't be able to eat this bowl of rice!

I was about to explain the principle to Luo Weiwei. When I looked back, she was no longer there, and the door was wide open. Many policemen had been scared to flee and yelled in the corridor.

I asked: "Luo Weiwei is out?"

Wang Dali pointed to the ground. When I saw it, I almost didn't feel happy. Luo Weiwei fainted in shock. She lay on the ground and rolled her eyes. The glamorous style disappeared.

"Being a forensic doctor just because of this psychological quality?" I said contemptuously.

"Yeah..." Huang Xiaotao paled with fright, but did not lose her mind like they did: "Song Yang, you can stop the corpse, it's terrifying!"

"Wait, I will record it, so that she won't admit it later."

I used my mobile phone to record a short section. If it were uploaded to any supernatural website, it might scare a lot of people.

After I was done, I pulled out a magnetic needle from the corpse, and the corpse suddenly stopped moving as if it had been cut off, leaving only one arm held high in the air.

"My God, it's so scary!" Wang Dali breathed a sigh of relief: "Song Yang, if you don't bring such a scary thing, you didn't tell me."

"Didn’t I remind you!"

"I don't know it's such a high-energy picture..." Wang Dali sneezed, and the three of us were wearing coats, but he was wearing a T-shirt. I said, "Beware of a cold. Go Pick up a jacket in the car."

"It doesn't matter, I have good physique." Wang Dali rubbed his shoulder with his palm.

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

"It's me!" I comforted.

Luo Weiwei's mask was tilted aside, glanced at the corpse behind me, her lips trembled and said: "You...do you know any witchcraft?"

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

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

"The dead man chopped off his own head, did you admit it?" I asked.

She nodded, and then showed suspicious eyes: "But it's not right, there are many nerves in the neck. He only uses an ordinary kitchen knife. It is impossible to cut the neck with a single knife. It is reasonable to stop when it is cut in half."

"You are right, this is what I mean to prove this!" I looked around the room and said every word: "The deceased was controlled by someone."

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

"It’s not hypnosis. I think it’s some kind of sorcery that can control the body, causing the dead to do these things involuntarily." After I said that, I opened the white sheet: "Look at the expressions of the men and women before their deaths. Pain?"

Luo Weiwei got up, leaned in and said: "Sure enough, the expression of the deceased is really painful."

Huang Xiaotao glanced at the door. After experiencing the scene just now, many police officers were scared away. There were four or five people left. She said, "Then should we check the exhibits?" /

"Don't worry, I have one more thing to check." I asked Luo Weiwei: "Have you checked your fingerprints?"

Luo Weiwei nodded: "Hen Jianke's colleagues have tested it. The body and clothes only have their own fingerprints, no outsiders."

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

Luo Weiwei agreed to go, and Huang Xiaotao smiled and said: "Song Yang, your trick is too powerful to knock the mountain and shake the tiger, this girl has nothing to refute now."

"Who told her to be defiant before, it's okay to scare her."

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

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

"How to help?" Wang Dali asked.

"Bring me the pot." I said.

Luo Weiwei brought the alcohol lamp, and I put the alcohol lamp under the pot to heat it. Soon the oil heated up, and the wooden butterflies inside were fried sizzlingly, and the oil smoke kept coming out, all attached to the wall of the pot.

For about five or six minutes, I saw Wang Dali’s hands were tired and numb, so I said it’s okay to turn off the alcohol lamp.

I got a knife to scrape the putty on the pot wall, about two or two.

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

"Of course it feels interesting to stand and watch." I said lightly.

"You are really heartless, didn't I help?"

"Did you help?"

Huang Xiaotao hesitated: "Didn't I just hand you something?"

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

Huang Xiaotao gave me an angry look.

I asked Wang Yuanchao to hug the male corpse back to the iron bed, and then gently blow putty on the corpse’s chest. Wang Dali asked, "What is this for?"

"Wood butterfly and olive oil are both very light-weight things. The putty from these two things is much lighter than the aluminum powder used by the police. Some things that are not easy to detect can be measured." I explained.

So I didn't dare to get out of the air during the whole process, for fear that the putty on my hands would be blown away in one breath.

After the corpse's chest was covered with a layer of putty, I gently blew it off, but nothing was noticed.

Then I did the same thing on the female corpse’s chest and abdomen. This time when I blow the putty away from the surface of the skin, a line of footprints appeared underneath, yes, little footprints!

"This is..." Huang Xiaotao said in surprise: "Cat's footprints?"