Netherworld Investigator Chapter 600: The seventh spine

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I asked Sun Bingxin to touch the seventh spine under the neck of the deceased. She fumbled for a while, her expression changed, and said: "It's broken!"

"Yes, not only was it broken, but it was also carefully stuffed back." I asked Song Xingchen: "Can a martial artist break a person's spine, instantly fatal?"

Song Xingchen replied indifferently: "It's not just a martial artist, as long as you have a certain amount of hand strength and a good understanding of human tissue, even you can do it."

"Really?" I frowned.

Huang Xiaotao said in astonishment: "Song Yang, you mean that the deceased was dragged off the spine to death, are you sure it was dragged off by the palm?"

"Autopsy Umbrella!"

Sun Bingxin and I turned the corpse over, Huang Xiaotao turned on the ultraviolet light, and I opened the autopsy umbrella. As expected, there were fingers pinched on both sides of the deceased’s seventh spine. What is staggering is that the murderer was actually clamped with two fingers, and pulled out fiercely. This killing technique is really the same as pinching an ant to death.

The human spine is not only the beam of the entire body, but is also responsible for protecting the outer shell of the central nervous system. When the spine is severely torn off, the nerve bundles passing through the spinal foramen will also be broken, and the organs below the chest will stop working. , People immediately suffocated to death.

I just checked the blood of the deceased with the method of shochu, and found that the oxygen content in the blood was extremely low, and the color of the blood burned was different from the arterial blood. This proved that the deceased was already deprived of oxygen before being punctured, so it was broken. The spine is before the puncture.

The murderer had already killed the dead, but he slapped him again. This is a very interesting contradiction.

I asked Song Xingchen: "Using **** to break his spine, is this person a martial artist?"

Song Xingchen nodded: "I have practiced internal strength for at least ten years."

"Oh...I seem to understand that the murderer didn’t want to reveal his identity and his martial arts high-powered facts! Maybe he’s used to killing people like this. After killing the security king casually, he wanted to cover it up, so he took care of it. The spine is pushed back to its original position and then pretended to be stabbed to death. The difference between the stab wound and the spine injury is less than a minute, and it is easy to be misjudged."

Huang Xiaotao smiled and said: "You mean to say, but you can't escape your eyes, right?"

I also laughed: "I don't mean that."

"Wait!" Sun Bingxin exclaimed, "Don't the murderer have a more convenient means of killing? He doesn't even need to touch the corpse to let others commit suicide."

This is asking me, yes, there is no need for such a useful method of killing, why use crude physical means to kill.

No, it has been determined at the moment that the murderers were four people, and maybe this was not done by the same person.

I asked: "By the way, where are the three previous security corpses?"

Huang Xiaotao said: "It's in the morgue, you want to see it?"

"Whether there is a clue or not, it doesn't hurt to see." I replied.

Sun Bingxin suddenly said: "Brother Song Yang, let me remind you one thing. From the time you got off the train until now, your water and rice are not exhausted, will your body be unable to hold it?"

I forgot about it. After she said it, my stomach groaned, and I smiled: "After the test, let's eat! Song Xingchen is hurting you."

"It doesn't matter." Song Xingchen didn't care about it.

Huang Xiaotao said: "Leave the body to you. The construction site just now can be regarded as a homicide scene. I will bring people to investigate again. Now the information is updated. I think I can find witnesses around the museum. This Wang Yuan Dynasty will go to Do it."

"Wait!" I stopped them: "Uncle Wang, please investigate one thing. I want to know what the three dead are most afraid of during their lives."

Sun Bingxin wondered: "Brother Song Yang, why do you want to inquire about this."

"Well, this is just one of my conjectures. Let's talk about it after verification!" I smiled mysteriously.

Wang Yuanchao nodded and left with Huang Xiaotao. Before leaving, Huang Xiaotao said: "Tonight may be busy. After the autopsy, remember to go to dinner."

I made a "received" gesture.

Sun Bingxin and I went to get the three security corpses. I went through the process in the usual way. The corpses themselves were really not too suspicious. No matter who came to see them, they all committed suicide.

But one thing caught my attention. The hearts of the three corpses were a little swollen, which proved that they were extremely excited before they died. Whether this excitement is fear or something else depends on laboratory tests.

I asked Sun Bingxin to take blood samples for them to test the hormone residues in the blood.

Sun Bingxin put the test sample in the instrument and waited for the results to come out for two hours. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening. Sun Bingxin suggested going out for a bite. I said, "Call Wang Dali, yes. Now, don’t say I’m back."

"Haha ok, give him a surprise!"

We picked a hot pot restaurant, and Sun Bingxin asked Wang Dali to come out for dinner. Wang Dali always bought Sun Bingxin's account. After receiving the call, he came here. When he saw Song Xingchen and me, Wang Dali's eyes widened in astonishment, and then he called out: "Fuck, Yoko, when did you come back?"

I smiled and said: "I won't be back for a while."

"Listening to your tone, why does it seem to be leaving soon." Wang Dali said worriedly.

I waved my hand: "What do you want, I won't."

Wang Dali was very happy to meet again after a long time. In the chat, I asked me what case I was solving. I couldn't disclose it. Wang Dali said aggrievedly: "Oh, now I'm an outsider, and I won't even tell me the progress of the case... …"

I scolded: "You are less hypocritical. When you let you know before, you talked to me all over the world, but you hurt me miserably!"

Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered that I was framed by Li Wenjia because Wang Dali revealed my identity. Although there is no clear evidence that Li Wenjia is involved in this case, I always feel that there is something with her. Potential connection.

Don't have a second Li Wenjia! I prayed silently in my heart.

After eating and drinking, Wang Dali asked me if I would go back tonight. I said it depends on the situation. I have been running around recently, and the shop hasn’t paid attention to it. I feel a little guilty, so I promised: "Dahlia, when my work is done for a while, you and Luo Youyou will go out for a trip, and I will take care of it."

"Oh, forget it!" Wang Dali waved his hand and said, "Yoko, don't always think about being sorry for me. There is me in the store to take care of you. You are destined to be someone who does great things and ask you to sell them in the store every day. I can’t bear sanitary napkins. Besides, there is no country where there is a home. Only when public security is stable can we people live and work in peace, right?"

Sun Bing's heart snorted: "How can this conversation be the same as the husband who doesn't go home all the year round, and the main room of the vacant boudoir."

Don't say it, it's a bit like it, I'm a little embarrassed.

Wang Dali’s sibling took the opportunity to play, and said leisurely: "Yoko, you don't recognize any other good brothers outside, right?"

I smiled bitterly: "No no, my good brother has always been only you."

He couldn't help covering his chest: "Then I can rest assured, you can go away with peace of mind, I will take good care of the shop."

Sun Bingxin laughed: "You two should go to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow to get a ‘good brother’s certificate’!"

At this time, Huang Xiaotao called and she sighed: "Song Yang, it seems I really have to buy a lottery ticket."

I was surprised: "What happened?"

"The curator is dead, come here now! I will send you the coordinates."