Netherworld Investigator Chapter 601: Bumped head and died

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I told Sun Bingxin not to come with me. Her test results were about to come out, but Sun Bing refused, so the three of us called a taxi and went to the curator's house.

We came to that area. Huang Xiaotao was afraid that we could not find it. She stood at the door and waited. There were two museum staff with her. It turned out that when she was investigating in the museum, she rushed over when she received a call.

"Who called?" I asked.

Huang Xiaotao explained: "It's the curator's wife. When she came home, she saw the curator lying on the ground with blood everywhere. So she called the public security bureau, the hospital, and the museum. The police should be here soon."

We walked into the room and saw the chief of the security department comforting the curator's wife. She was sitting on a chair at the door and crying like tears.

There was a smell of blood in the living room. When we came to the balcony, we saw a man in a suit kneeling on the ground, his head against the ground, and a pool of radiating blood splashed around. From our angle, he could only be vaguely seen. Blood was smeared on his forehead.

My foot stepped on the edge of the carpet in the living room and found that there seemed to be a hard object underneath. I quickly stepped back, took the rubber gloves handed by Sun Bingxin, and took the thing out of the carpet.

That was a piece of broken bones with flesh and skin stuck on it, and Sun Bingxin shouted: "Skull?!"

"Yes, be careful around, there may be a lot of bone fragments spattered." I also took a breath.

The deceased smashed his head on the floor, so that the skull on his forehead was shattered, which is incredible from common sense. Human skulls are extremely strong, and even if they hit a wall and die, they will at most hit a crack. To smash the skull forcibly, it requires extremely strong will and strength, or the head should be regarded as one's own.

I checked the corpse, the head of the deceased was bloody, let alone the pupils, even the identity was not confirmed. However, there was a watch on the wrist of the deceased. There was no glass cover on it. Blood splashed on it. It fixed the time of death on the dial, which was around 7 o'clock tonight.

Huang Xiaotao took a photo from the bookshelf on the side. I compared it to the skeleton of the deceased’s face and nodded: "It’s him!"

Then I directly put the ossuary on the back of the deceased to listen, and sprinkled some seaweed powder on and around him and then blew it off. There were no traces. This may be another bizarre suicide. 'case.

Of course, I don’t make judgments preconceived. I took out a vial and pulled out a few thin silver needles from the inside and inserted them into the back, shoulders, etc. of the deceased. After waiting for a minute, I took them out and inspected. The silver needles appeared red.

"Hey, what kind of black technology is this?" Huang Xiaotao asked.

"Yin and yang needles, the yin and yang mentioned by Wu Zuo actually refer to the pH. I just measured the pH of his shoulder and back muscles and found that the muscles contained a lot of lactic acid, which proved that the deceased had done vigorous exercise before his death... …Especially the deltoid muscle, which is still as hard as iron now." I explained.

"Are you sure it is'suicide'?" Huang Xiaotao asked again for verification.

I didn’t comment, I stood up and checked the windows of the room, then walked over and asked the curator’s wife: "Excuse me, I want to ask a few questions. When you come back, is your husband alone in the room? ?"

The curator's wife cried and said, "Yes, the key to this house is only for the two of us. The security door was locked at that time."

"Where is the window?"

"It's closed."

"I want to inquire about one more thing. What is your husband's most fearful thing in his lifetime?" I thought about it and asked.

The curator's wife was taken aback for a moment, then raised her head and asked: "Comrade police, is this related to the case?"

"Related!" I said quite positively.

She pondered for a long time and said: "My husband may be a very snobby person in the eyes of outsiders, and what he fears most is probably being powerless..."

"No, I want to know some specific examples, such as special experiences when I was young." I pointed a direction.

"Oh, yes! There is one."

She told us that the curator was humiliated by a bully when he was a child in the countryside. The other party was the village head’s son. He usually walked sideways in the village. The bully once forced him to kowtow to his father in the public. After graduating from university, he sharpened his head and climbed up.

Sure enough, hateful people have pity, Huang Xiaotao glanced at me in surprise, then looked at the dead curator.

At this moment, there was a sirens outside, and I asked them to go out and stay for a while. When they left outsiders and did not come in, they quickly checked the footprints at the door and took the shoes on the shoe rack to compare them. I stood up and said to Huang Xiaotao, "It seems that no outsiders have broken in." /

Huang Xiaotao wondered: "I don't understand, why this murderer had to stare at the curator and came to kill him so hard. Is there a holiday?"

I analyzed it and said: "The curator tends to be inflamed. He may have offended many people, but I don't think this is like a vendetta. There is a clue right in front of us."

"What?" Huang Xiaotao looked at me.

I explained that the security king was not killed immediately by the murderer, but was taken to a secluded place to be killed. The murderer could easily kill him, but he deliberately went around in a circle. There are reasons.

I guess Xiao Wang was tortured before he died, and the murderer learned some information from him, and this information was related to the curator.

Huang Xiaotao asked: "Have you found traces of torture on Xiao Wang?"

I shook my head: "No. But the torture doesn't have to be physical, you think, Xiao Wang was held hostage by a group of murderers, and he saw the murderer use that magical technique on his way out of the museum. Killed three colleagues, this should be enough to deter him!"

"It makes sense, but what kind of information would it be?"

At this time, the police came in and talked with Huang Xiaotao. I thought it was noisy and went outside, and Sun Bingxin was with me. Nanjiang City has begun to cool down, the night is very cold, the sky is gloomy, it seems that it is going to rain recently.

Sun Bingxin said with concern: "Big Brother Song Yang, you wear a little bit. Be careful of catching a cold."

I smiled: "I am in good health!"

Sure enough, I didn't say this. As soon as I said it, I sneezed loudly as soon as the cold wind blew my spirits. Sun Bingxin handed out a piece of tissue. I thanked him and blew my nose. When I looked up, I found a person standing behind the shade of the tree.

The man noticed my gaze and immediately turned around and ran away. If he didn't do this, I wouldn't be suspicious.

"Stop!" I yelled and hurried to catch up. The person quickly disappeared at the entrance of the community. When I rushed there, I saw Wang Yuanchao walking in. I asked: "Uncle Wang, did you see someone running out?"

"No!" Wang Yuanchao shook his head.

I was upset for a while, Wang Yuanchao said at this time: "You have found out what you asked me to investigate, do you want to listen to it?"