Netherworld Investigator Chapter 317: Misted Murderer

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I'm sure it was a skirt that was exposed in the soil, not a rag or something, because there are clear stitches on it.

Several people were shocked, Li Meijing couldn't help knotting her tongue: "Senior, is this really a corpse underneath?"

I asked Wang Dali to fetch the handbag and take out a brush from it. Wang Dali said: "How slow is the brush to brush? There is a small shovel in my car. Bring it for you?"

I scolded: "You should dig for treasure!"

Suddenly Ding Xu burst into tears and shouted hysterically: "Don't dig! Don't check it anymore! Let's go back quickly!"

I told Wang Dali and Zhang Cheng to control him. They held him tightly. I slowly brushed off the floating soil. The rotten pink dress gradually appeared, and there was a bone-like arm. . As the corpses continued to be unearthed, everyone looked pale with fright. No one thought that we could actually find the corpse.

I looked back at Ding Xu. He knelt down on the ground as if he was discouraged. I asked: "Why do you lie to us?"

He tremblingly said: "This...this is my own business! No need for your intervention."

I took out the phone, called Huang Xiaotao, briefly said that there was a case, and asked her to bring the criminal police over.

Li Meijing said scaredly: "The police are coming? I have to go back to review! I don't want to get involved in the murder case."

Zhang Cheng also said: "Senior, then... we won't bother."

I was a bit speechless for these two people. The whole incident was caused by them, and they wanted to come, and now they want to go back. I said: "There are no taxis in the wilderness here. You wait. The police are here, let's go back in the police car!"

Li Meijing asked uneasyly: "The police are here, don't you want to take us back to record a confession?"

I said: "The police are not so inefficient, and you are not the people involved in the matter. At most, you can just ask a few sentences. Can you stop talking? I'm going to start an autopsy!"

Li Meijing made a fuss and said: "Senior Song Yang, you are doing an autopsy like this, what kind of major do you study?"

I gave her a bad look, and then she closed her mouth.

I continued to brush off the floating soil on the ground, and soon most of the body was exposed. The deceased’s head-to-toe dress was exactly the same as Ding Xu’s description. The whole body was brand-name and the quality was relatively good, so there was no bad light, just what Ding Xu described. Givenchy's bag is not on the body.

The deceased's soft tissues and skin and flesh were completely rotten, and the bones were intact. Only a slight crack in the throat was found. Judging from the pelvis, he was indeed a female. When I lifted the material on my abdomen, I found that there were a few rat remains inside, located in the uterus.

I am secretly surprised, even knowing this detail, is it true that Ding Xu was really possessed by the ghost of the autumn sunset?

I asked Wang Dali to bring the Osmanthus, and Wang Dali said: "People are rotten, what can you hear?"

I sneered: "Do you know what bone age is?"

Bone age is the age of the bones. The age can be accurately judged by bone quality. For forensic instruments, I use ears. I put the ossicles on the musculature of the deceased and tapped lightly on the tibia with my hands to make sure that the deceased was about twenty-five years old.

I changed my posture and opened the top of my clothes to look down. Wang Dali asked, "What cup?"

I glared at him. I was actually looking at the soil. If the deceased was suffocated alive, the soil particles would be sucked into the lungs. As the body decayed, the soil particles would stay in the chest cavity. Therefore, the inspection process must be very careful not to allow the outside soil to leak in.

But strangely, there is no dirt in the chest cavity, and it is even clean.

Isn't the cause of death asphyxiation? I pondered and asked Wang Dali to give me the autopsy umbrella. He said, "There is no sun now."

I looked around a few people, only to remember the environment I was in, and sighed: "Forget it, give me the bag!"

I rummaged in the bag for a while and found a bottle of reagent. A few drops were dripped around the neck in the only place where the body was injured. Wang Dali asked me what kind of potion it was, and I explained that it was ant honey.

Wang Dali was shocked: "Can ants still make honey?"

In fact, apart from bees in nature, many insects can make honey, but it's not delicious. There is a honey ant in the nest that secretes a liquid for the young ants to eat. This liquid has a characteristic that it will not be absorbed by the soil layer. When the mass is large enough, it will stick to the soil like a film. Show some tiny traces out.

I collected this vial on the mountain with Sun Bingxin during Chinese New Year, and it took a lot of effort.

The corpse was still half-hidden in the soil. Just as I was talking to Wang Dali, ant honey sketched some patterns around the corpse’s neck. It looked like geometric patterns. Wang Dali cried out in surprise: "Mysterious symbols. , Is it related to a certain religion?"

I was speechless for a while: "Idiot, this is a shoe print!"

I turned to Ding Xu. He was kneeling on the ground, covering his face with both hands, and fell into great grief. I asked: "How did you die? Why did you have footprints on your neck when someone stepped on it hard? Live on your neck and let you suffocate to death, right?"

While conducting an autopsy and asking how the deceased died, this experience is really weird.

Everyone looked at Ding Xu in astonishment, and his lips trembled and said: "I don't remember! I was unconscious at that time."

I have to re-examine it. Ding Xu’s narrative may not be regarded as a fact. A person’s memory is biased, and some details will always be deleted or rationalized, especially after two years have passed.

I swept away the floating soil around the corpse's skull, picked up a few long hairs, and looked carefully in front of my eyes, and I found another place that didn't match his description! There is no trace of the hair being pulled. Human hair can be stretched 1.5 times longer. If you pull it hard, the scales on it will explode, but these hairs are relatively soft.

The burial site was fifty meters away from the road. This distance was dragging her hair all the way, and it was lucky if she had half of her hair left, so the murderer should have walked over by hugging or carrying her.

This corpse can't see too many details with the naked eye. It must undergo a three-time examination of the bones. When thinking like this, Wang Dali shouted: "It seems that it is sister Xiaotao and they are here!"

I heard the sound of cars, but there was only one car. Looking back, a car was parked on the side of the road, and a person came down on it. He stood still, and then there was a flash of fire, which seemed to light a cigarette.

Wang Dali frightened and said: "I came here in the middle of the night, wouldn't it be the one who came to abandon the body again?"

After what he said, the atmosphere suddenly became tense. I made a silent gesture. It was dark all around, and the other party couldn't see us from such a distance.

The man finished smoking a cigarette and walked straight towards us. When he was about 30 meters away from us, he suddenly stopped and ran back quickly!

I realized that this person had a serious problem, so I yelled and stopped. As soon as he stepped forward, Ding Xu suddenly rushed over from the side and threw me to the ground heavily. At this moment, the car had already escaped.

I was so angry that I kicked Ding Xu away: "You know that person, right?"

Ding Xu grinned with a weird expression: "I entrusted him with a dream last night. He really came to see me. It seems that he has not forgotten me. He still loves me in his heart. I don't allow you to arrest him."

I really want to slap him, even if there is a ghost in his body, he is a scumbag!

When I thought of the murderer who just ran away, I was so upset that I immediately called Huang Xiaotao and asked her to pay close attention to a black Porsche on the way here. This person is most likely the murderer.

Huang Xiaotao said in surprise: "Your kid is getting more and more capable. It took a while to find the murderer. I admire him."

I gave a wry smile and couldn't explain it clearly on the phone. If Huang Xiaotao knew that the deceased himself prevented me from chasing the murderer, wouldn't he be more surprised?