Netherworld Investigator Chapter 598: Song family’s unique learning, phosphorous light and blood

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When we returned to the museum, I asked Huang Xiaotao: "By the way, why do you call the curator the new curator?"

Huang Xiaotao explained that because this person had just been transferred from the Land Reform Bureau and took over the position of the old curator, when she asked the staff before, Huang Xiaotao clearly felt that the staff in the library had been talking to the new curator. Not very much to see.

The museum is a relatively deserted institution. Working here requires a calm and tolerant heart to slowly discover its fun. The old curator loves this place very much, loves cultural relics, and is deeply loved by everyone.

But the new curator is an official slave, and the museum is just a springboard for him to get promoted and fortune, so he made a big innovation after he came, and the new official was appointed three times, which caused many old employees to complain! In pursuit of his so-called political achievements, he sent some precious national treasures to Baodao for exhibition. Although it is a good thing to promote cross-strait cultural exchanges, he was too eager to make progress and ignored the advice of experts, leaving many cultural relics on display. Damaged during export.

In addition, the new curator also puts his relatives in to work, such as the little security guard. After he comes in, he is idle. It is very annoying to just take the money and not work.

"When I was investigating, someone even quietly told me why the **** new curator was not killed this time." Huang Xiaotao said.

Sun Bingxin thoughtfully said: "Why do some people always want to live like everyone hates them, aren't they tired?"

I smiled: "I can't answer this, maybe people feel happy in it! Zifeiyu, know the joy of fish?"

Huang Xiaotao scolded: "This is called building one's own happiness on the suffering of others... This kind of person should die."

I immediately corrected: "Hey, you accumulate some ethics, but now during the cracking of the case, what if the case should be fulfilled?"

Huang Xiaotao laughed: "Haha, if it really happens, I will buy a lottery ticket!"

We came to the place where the third deceased was killed. I opened the autopsy umbrella and asked Sun Bingxin to ignite the white phosphorus. The white phosphorus would spontaneously ignite when exposed to air, so it was dissolved in absolute ethanol. Sun Bingxin took a pair of tweezers and dipped it with absorbent cotton, held it in the air and waved it from side to side. After the alcohol evaporated, a faint blue flame that was erratic like a ghost fire swished out.

I turned the umbrella surface and projected its shadow on the ground. I saw a layer of flashing blue light on the ground, which was volatile and beautiful, and the traces of being wiped could be seen on it.

I turned the umbrella surface a bit, and the blood stains of Chen's blood on the bottom layer appeared. Two round shapes were outlined on the ground, which were pressed out by the deceased kneeling on the ground!

I asked Sun Bingxin to move with me and inspect the surroundings. Because there was a lot of blood here, I hope that the murderer has stepped on the blood and left footprints.

I took a picture, and when I was about to give up, I suddenly saw a line of footprints, not just one person, but five pairs of footprints!

We made a cry of surprise at the same time. I couldn't believe it. Was the museum so "lively" that night?

I turned the umbrella surface and found that these **** footprints also had wipe marks, that is to say, the murderer and a group of people stepped on the blood and wiped it off. I turned back and observed the footprints carefully, closing my eyes and imagining the height, weight and walking habits of the five people.

I made a gesture, and Sun Bingxin put out the phosphorous fire in his hand, and Huang Xiaotao was shocked: "Are you sure five people left at the same time?"

I nodded: "The traces will not deceive."

Sun Bingxin was also surprised: "Five people walked out swaggeringly, will they really not be photographed?"

I explained: "It is possible to be familiar with the position of the camera."

Huang Xiaotao still expressed doubts about this. I proposed to try it out. So I, Song Xingchen, Sun Bingxin, and Wang Yuanchao set off from the foxeye exhibition area and let Huang Xiaotao go to the security room to monitor us. We carefully avoided camera heads along the way, but it was not difficult, as long as we slipped at the root of the wall.

The final result of the experiment is that we almost passed invisibly under the camera, but we were accidentally photographed shadows at two corners. Huang Xiaotao believed that the five people could indeed leave here without being photographed. .

We went back to where we were just now, and I want to trace our footprints. Sun Bingxin once again lit a cluster of phosphorous fires. I held the autopsy umbrella all the way and tracked it all the way, although the footprints later became very pale, but they never disappeared from our sight.

Three of these five pairs of footprints have the same pace and similar strides. When walking, they always touch the soles of the feet first, so that they don’t make too much noise. They seem to have received strict training.

Interestingly, these three pairs of feet walk on the outside from beginning to end, with the other feet in the middle. The walking habits of these feet are obviously different from them. It seems that the person in the middle is the boss of the other three people.

But if it's the boss, shouldn't the three younger brothers be behind? But the three of them were close to him, and they seemed to be watching. It seemed that their relationship was not simple.

The fifth person's footprints are on the left, as if they are always half a beat slower than the others, and several times in the middle, the direction of the footprints is also inconsistent with the others, and there are traces of dragging on the ground.

In body language, a person’s feet are the most honest. For example, two people are chatting enthusiastically, but one person’s feet point to the exit, which shows that he is very absent-minded.

The direction pointed by the fifth pair of footprints clearly deviates from the direction of the other four, which shows that he is not a member of the team at all. I closed my eyes and imagined what kind of scene it was. I seemed to see a strong man dragging a thin man walking. The thin man tried to escape several times, but was dragged back by the strong man.

Isn't this footprint left by the missing security king? Could it be that he was kidnapped by the murderer?

When we came to the doorstep, the footprints were no longer visible, but they ended up going to the right. I walked a few steps in that direction, and Huang Xiaotao reminded: "Song Yang, you can't detect footprints on the sidewalk."

"I know..." I replied, but I still didn't give up, and kept looking around with the pupil of the hole.

I am not only looking at the traces, but also restoring their mode of action that night. The security king is not an important person. The murderer must have some temporary and utilitarian purpose in capturing him alive.

If I were the murderer, after my purpose was achieved, he would be dealt with immediately at the nearest location!

As I walked, a construction site appeared on the side of the road. I stopped and instinctively told me that there might be clues here.

"Fire!" I ordered.

Sun Bingxin lit a cluster of phosphorous fire. It was already past seven o'clock in the evening, and the effect of phosphorous light on blood was not bad. I walked toward the construction site holding the autopsy umbrella, and Sun Bingxin followed behind and said, "Brother Song Yang, there is nothing here."

"Um..."

I was about to say "Let's go back then" when suddenly a blue light appeared on the ground, and I immediately became excited. When I shot the umbrella shadow forward, a large blood stain appeared there, and the shape of a person could be vaguely seen...