Netherworld Investigator Chapter 231: Professor of Mechanics

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After reading the dossier, I feel that the current murders and Qi Sheng's case are indeed specious. Let's talk about imitation. Qi Sheng's case is not too sensational. Who would worship and imitate him?

I asked Wang Yuanchao what he thought. Wang Yuanchao calmly took out a piece of paper from the locker and gave it to me. It was a mechanical design drawing. When I asked him what it was, Wang Yuanchao spit out the flue: "The planter designed by Qi Sheng when he was young has won an award."

I am studying and applying electronics, and I have some understanding of machinery. Machinery is not to build large machines like laymen think, but to study the mechanical structure of machinery. This drawing can be said to be very cleverly designed.

I immediately understood what Wang Yuanchao meant: "Do you think he is not a murderer?"

Wang Yuanchao nodded. He said that he did not belong to the criminal police when he solved the case and had no right to speak, but he just felt that although this man had recruited everything, although all the evidence pointed to him, he was not like a murderer.

So Wang Yuanchao later investigated some things on his own. The more he investigates, the more he doubts it. Qi Sheng is a perfectionist who has studied mechanics all his life. Would such a person create such a crude killing mechanism?

This is an insult to the professor of mechanics!

I have experienced this feeling. The fake Kong Hui sat in front of me and confessed everything, but I still felt something was wrong.

I said: "Then why did he confess? Is it to go to jail to hide from the creditor?"

Wang shook his head and said he didn't know.

The Leopard Mountain Prison has a long history, dating back to the Qing Dynasty. During the Republic of China, some progressives were imprisoned. It was a place frightened by ordinary citizens. After several reconstructions, it is now a modern prison.

We parked the car outside and passed a few entrance guards. At this time, the prisoners were letting out the wind. When they passed the compound separated by the barbed wire, many prisoners stood on the barbed wire and whistled at Huang Xiaotao, wailed strangely, and there were others. Putting her hand in her crotch to make an obscene gesture, Huang Xiaotao frowned as she looked at her, and the prison guard cursed: "Go back to me, otherwise points will be deducted!"

The prisoner left obediently, Wang Dali asked me in a low voice: "What points are deducted?"

I will give him a popular science. Prisoners usually have to work in the factory to save work points. Work points are linked to performance. If you save too much, you can reduce your sentence or release on bail. However, if you make a small mistake, you will deduct a lot of points, so the prisoner will be honest as soon as he hears of the deduction.

There was a prisoner who did not move his nest. The man was caught on the wire fence and looked at me coldly and said, "It's so beautiful, Song Yang!"

When I heard someone calling my name, I was taken aback for a moment. I didn't recognize who it was at first, but when I took a closer look, it turned out to be Deng Chao. He shaved a very short head and was wearing a sloppy livery. His face was pale and his face was bruised. He was probably beaten by other prisoners.

We used to be from a school, but we didn’t expect to meet in this way. I asked: "How are you?"

Deng Chao grinned and said, "The less cats are crying and the mice are crying. I have to thank you all for today. Do you dare to compete with me again?"

Deng Chao is now completely different from a student, and Huang Xiaotao cursed: "You are less arrogant, you are all caused by yourself today, and you blame others."

At this moment, the prison guard inside blew the whistle for the prisoners to assemble. Deng Chao turned a deaf ear to him, and the guard shouted his number. Deng Chao looked at me straightforwardly and said word by word: "I have nothing now, only time. I can wait, keep waiting, one day I will leave here, and then I will take all of you..."

Speaking of him making a gun with his hand, Huang Xiaotao and Wang Dali imitated the sound of shooting at me. Then two prison guards dragged him away forcibly, pressed him on the ground and stabbed him with an electric stick. Deng Chao was electrocuted and his body convulsed, his eyes still staring at me fiercely.

Wang Dali sighed and said: "It's really pitiful and hateful that the past classmates have become like this."

Huang Xiaotao cursed: "These scumbags let them rot here slowly, no sympathy!"

I asked: "Has Deng Chao not been sentenced to death?"

Huang Xiaotao said: "Indefinitely, it's almost the same as the death penalty. Anyway, you won't see him in this life. Don't stare at the barbed wire fence. You can send him here. Be careful who throws the knife out." /

I sighed: "In a sense, I ruined many people's lives."

Huang Xiaotao patted me on the shoulder and comforted: "But you have protected more kind and innocent people, so you don't need to blame yourself for scumbags."

We were taken to the interview room by the prison guards. I suggested that Wang Yuanchao and I should go in and see him. Huang Xiaotao agreed.

We came to the interview room, and after a while, the prison guard brought out an old man with silver hair and good spirits. If he was wearing a robe instead of a livery, he would have a kind of fairy style. a feeling of.

Wang Yuanchao shook out a cigarette and handed it over. The old man didn't pick it up, clasped his fists confidently and said: "What do you do with Qi?"

I said: "You are so confident."

The old man smiled and said: "Usually I do Tai Chi, this kind of place does not eat well and sleeps well, and I will collapse if I don't pay attention to it."

Wang Yuanchao said straightforwardly: "We are still looking for you for that matter!"

The old man replied: "I think you have to go for nothing. They all said that I did the case alone, and the court sentenced me to life. Is it interesting to continue the investigation?"

I stared into his eyes and asked, "Ten years ago, those three killing organs were really designed by you yourself?"

I asked the question very specifically, just to expose his flaws, but unexpectedly, the old man calmly replied: "Yes, didn't I admit it long ago?"

I reconciled and said: "Admitting does not mean you are the murderer!"

The old man laughed loudly: "This little brother is really funny. Who has his head caught in the door and volunteers to carry this black pot?"

He has no flaws at all, which surprised me a lot.

I took out the two restored maps of the crime scene and handed them over. After the old man saw the sketch, Bubo Furui’s face showed a trace of excitement, and I said: “Someone outside is imitating your crime scene. This mechanism was designed by him, what do you always have in mind?"

The old man touched his beard and said: "It's not bad, the posterity is terrifying. This mechanism is much simpler and clearer than mine back then. Did you see it with your own eyes?"

I said: "Based on the restoration of the corpse, the corpse was destroyed by a bomb."

The old man looked at me with admiration: "It seems that this little brother is also a man, but I think your idea is a bit simple, and the organization that the man designed may be more complicated."

I grasped this key point, stared at his eyes with the pupil of Dongyou, and asked: "Who is that person?"

The old man still replied without any flaws: "What are you nervous about? I don't know who he is. I must be a like-minded friend, but unfortunately I didn't have a chance to meet! Do you have a pen? I'll change it for you."

I exchanged sights with Wang Yuanchao, then he got up and went to the prison guard for a pencil.

The old man lay on the table to draw a picture, and finally handed me the paper and smiled: "If I were him, I would design like this."

I looked at the paper, my eyes widened in astonishment, and I drew such a clear structure in just a few minutes. This old man is simply a god.

The restoration picture of the scene after he changed it. The first picture is still wearing armor and walking on the fire carbon, but some transmission devices and springs are added to the armor, so that the entire armor can be moved more flexibly when worn on the body.

The second picture was completely reconstructed. Instead of pulling the door with your tongue, you used the power of an iron hook to drag an axle wheel mechanism to turn off the gas valve. This is indeed simpler and clearer than my structure. From the standpoint of the murderer, there is much insurance, even if the deceased succeeds, he will not escape.