Netherworld Investigator Chapter 153: Scam corpse

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When Wang Dali saw us looking in one direction at the same time, he immediately turned his head and couldn't stop him.

When he saw the sitting corpse, he screamed with fright, and desperately backed away, screaming: "Song Yang, Song Yang, scammed the corpse!"

"Oh, don't you make such a big move, okay? This is a normal post-mortem cramp." I explained.

That being said, even Huang Xiaotao's face turned pale when he saw a corpse sitting up in this atmosphere.

I explained that about six hours after death, the muscles become stiff and the spine will be stretched and bent. The theory is like this, but in reality, post-mortem spasms are still relatively rare, and only occur in young deceased persons with relatively strong muscle fibers. This ‘deceived corpse’ deceased indeed fits this characteristic.

Wang Dali was frightened just now. He accidentally tore off the white sheet on a corpse. I looked at the man’s face. It was Cao Da, the boss of the Black Panther Gang, because I had seen him before. photo!

Since the corpse was found, I began an autopsy. First, I confirmed the time of death. From the perspective of pupils, corpses, and plaques, the time of death was about four days. I took out the bone wood and prepared to listen, Wang Dali said, "Yoko, can you let the eldest brother lie down first and just sit upright and watch us, I feel hairy."

I complained: "You have so many things!"

I snapped and clicked, and the sitting corpse lay back. Wang Dali was so frightened that his tongue knotted: "Did you break his spine?"

I said: "It is the hardened muscle fibers that are broken. There is no hot towel here. It can only be done like this. The people in the funeral home also do the same, and they are rougher than me!"

I feel that my current state of mind is really the same as that of iron strikes, and I can do this without changing my face.

I came back to continue the autopsy and listened with ossuary, and found that the deceased’s heart, lungs, and liver were extensively damaged. So I untied his clothes and found no less than a dozen knife wounds and blood stains on his chest. It's already wiped dry. I put on rubber gloves to check the wound and said, "It is an open wound. The knife may have serrations. Judging from the shape of the wound, it was stabbed at a very close distance. It should have been with my right hand. The murderer was not very proficient with the knife. ."

Wang Dali said in a speechless voice: "Stabbing so many knives in one breath is also called unskilled?"

I pointed to the wound in my heart and said: "The wound is uneven, which means that the knife surface was tilted during the process of poking in and then pulling out, and the surrounding skin was cut. The expert made the knife go straight and the wound was flat. Yuzui, so it must be made by a layman..."

Huang Xiaotao said: "That is to say, it was not done by a professional killer. If he stabbed so many knives in one breath, the killer must have a deep hatred!"

I nodded: "The deceased is the boss of the underworld, and there will only be fewer enemies, and it is not surprising that the murderer has a deep hatred."

I continued to take off the pants of the deceased. When the pants were taken off, the thing of the deceased bounced like a small wooden stick. Huang Xiaotao frowned, turned her face awkwardly, I flicked my hand, and smiled: "The chicken is hard!"

Huang Xiaotao scolded: "You are a little bit ethical. I found that you were totally different from the usual when you did the post-mortem."

I said: "Sorry, I think it's too depressing here, so I want to liven up the atmosphere..."

The two cried together: "Is there an active atmosphere like you?"

Huang Xiaotao blushed and asked: "By the way, why is that stuff...in a state of blooming?"

I said: "If the blood does not return after death, the cavernous body will always be in a state of hyperemia. If there is an erection at the moment of death, it will remain in this state after death."

Wang Dali inferred: "So, the deceased was having **** at the time?"

I shook my head: "It's not necessarily true. When people suffocate, they will have a strong sense of pleasure. Erection after death is not uncommon."

Wang Dali said: "It was clearly stabbed to death by a knife!"

I explained: "A knife stabbing is only the direct cause of death. Where the fatal stabbing is located and which organs stop moving are the real causes of death! If stabbed in the lungs, blood will block the trachea and cause suffocation."

Speaking of which, I asked Wang Dali to help me bend the knees and arms of the deceased. I kept listening to the movements of the joints and used autopsy to determine the posture of the deceased when he died. When we did this, the stuff of the deceased kept dangling in front of our eyes, very dazzling.

Wang Dali asked weakly: "Can this thing shoot?"

I listened to the bone tone intently, and said casually: "Yes, you be careful!"

Wang Dali looked away nervously.

Then I asked Wang Dali to lie down on an empty bed next to him. His boss reluctantly followed suit. I kept fine-tuning his joints and finally fixed it into a posture, saying, "This is the posture of the dead at the moment of death." /

Wang Dali bent his legs and stretched his hands. Huang Xiaotao frowned and said, "What is this strange posture?"

I ordered: "Wang Dali, try it upside down!"

Wang Dali turned over, supported the bed with both hands, with knees bent, Huang Xiaotao immediately understood: "Before the deceased died, there was a relationship between men and women."

I said: "Yes!" Then I used the ossuary as a dagger, gestured to stabbing Wang Dali in the chest: "Combining the position and distance of the middle knife, the identity of the murderer is clear at a glance."

Huang Xiaotao said puzzledly: "So, it's a woman? But didn't the mouse say that there was no one at that time?"

I corrected: "His original words are that there is no living person in the room. This contradiction may be the key to solving the case. Let's do an autopsy first."

Wang Dali asked: "Can I come down?"

I commanded: "Keep that position and don't move!"

Immediately got into bed and got under Wang Dali's body. Wang Dali's face blushed: "Sister Xiaotao is here, not playing in the dormitory. Would you pay attention?"

I said: "Whoever has nothing to do with you in the dormitory, can you not cause misunderstanding when you speak?"

Huang Xiaotao can't help being happy. I'm just restoring the death process. The restoring process can get a lot of valuable information. Song Jiazu had an unrestrained fast-catcher named Song Xia. He buried himself alive when investigating the burial case. When investigating the drowning case, he tied a stone to his feet and sank into the lake. I and his dedication. In comparison, it's really small!

In order to be more realistic, I separated my legs and placed them on the outside of Wang Dali’s legs. Wang Dali was embarrassed to the extreme: "Is it possible to let my classmates know about this when I go back? Otherwise, I will lose face in the future..."

I said: "Which time is it not you talking nonsense, hey, let's do business, you move a little bit!"

"Fuck, are you really playing?"

"I didn't tell you to take off your pants, hurry up!" I urged.

Wang Dali was embarrassed and started to move up and down. I stabbed him in the chest with the ossicles. Suddenly, there was a glimmer of light and asked him to stop. Then I turned over from the bed and examined the deceased. Sure enough, there was a very long cut in the diaphragm. I said, "This is the first cut among the dead. At that time, the deceased was moving up and down. Long. In addition, based on the crimes I just restored, the height of the murderer is about 1.5 meters."

I looked up and down the deceased’s chest and said, "But there is something wrong here!"

Huang Xiaotao asked: "What's wrong?"

"The deceased is the boss of the underworld. Look at the old scars on his body, he must have been stabbed in the past. How could he stupidly suffer more than a dozen stabbings without resisting?"

I knocked on my temple and thought, and it seemed that I could only continue to restore the death process. When I turned around and found that Wang Dali was missing, he said outside the door: "I will go to the toilet and be back soon!"

I scolded: "This kid, when I need him, I drop the chain!"

Huang Xiaotao smiled and said: "How about let's restore it?"

I was shocked: "Huh?"