Netherworld Investigator Chapter 748: Serial killings

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I and Sun Bingxin counted the injuries on his body. About 13 of them were left by stick-like objects, 6 were left by objects such as iron chains, and three parts of the lower body and the body seemed to be kicked out. Yes, besides the hair on his wrists peeled off, it seems that someone had tied his hands back with tape.

This method of struggling with the dead inexplicably reminds me of the last murder case. I was excited and uneasy to think, could it be another serial murder!

I continued to look for clues on the deceased, and found that there was a swelling on the waist of the deceased, and a thin eye on the top of the swelling. I pointed out the old blood in it with my finger and smelled a heavy smell of alcohol.

I admired: "It's really a clever method. Injecting alcohol into the deceased can not only control the anesthesia, but also fake the appearance of drunken fight and death."

Sun Bingxin asked: "Will it be methanol?"

I waved my hand: "It should not be. Methanol is a poison after all. Injection into the body will cause a reaction in the lymphatic system. Not on the deceased, and there is no sign of necrosis in the deceased's retina. Moreover, high-concentration edible alcohol is injected into the body. , It will cause a huge burden on the liver, and it can also kill. The murderer does not need to take the risk to get industrial alcohol, and it is easy to reveal his identity. Just buy a bottle of high-concentration vodka."

Huang Xiaotao said: "In this way, can you tell which kind of wine it is to facilitate investigation?"

I shook my head: "The main ingredients of wine are alcohol, water and some added flavors. The latter two are absorbed in the body. Moreover, after three days, it should be impossible to analyze it, unless it is wine, but I I feel that the concentration of wine cannot kill people."

Speaking of this, I expressed my thoughts, this may be a serial murder! There are three characteristics. The murderer likes to use alcohol as a narcotic. The murderer has a huge hatred of the dead. Moreover, the murderer is prepared with plausible excuses to divert the attention of the police.

The ‘excuse’ this time is the red envelope. The food poisoning incident has just happened. The journalist who received the hush money disappeared mysteriously, which seems to be completely logical.

Sun Bingxin speculated: "I have an idea, the murderer would not be a professional killer, right? Not only to help the employer set the goal, but also to prepare a set of reasons to prevent the employer from being suspected."

I pondered, this analysis does have some truth, but Huang Xiaotao said: "The possibility is relatively low. The murderer's technique in this murder case is obviously too proficient. Only novices can improve so quickly. Besides, there are loopholes in the case. There are also more, I personally tend to seek revenge!"

"Vengeance? Vengeance." I muttered, "Couldn't it be, is it related to these two people's love to spray people on the Internet?"

This seems to be the only thing the two have in common. We can't ignore it. I immediately called the youngest and asked him to come.

I continued to examine the corpse. I noticed a slight scratch on the index finger of the deceased's right hand. Observing it with the pupil of Dongyou, there seemed to be some fibrous matter inside, which felt like printed matter.

Is this an injury during his lifetime. The deceased had held something like paper or banknotes before his death?

In addition, his index fingers and thumbs have a sticky layer, which feels like stickers.

I asked Sun Bingxin to take a sample, and another blood sample to check later.

After examining the corpse, I burned a few pieces of yellow paper as usual, and asked the branch police officer to send the corpse to the city bureau, and then asked a policeman to take us to the abandoned corpse site.

Half an hour later, we came to an unfinished building and walked to the fourth floor. The police pointed to a concrete pillar and said: "The body was found here. He was in tatters and ragged clothes on the ground. Water."

"Water?" I frowned and said, "Is it sweat."

"Yes!" The policeman nodded.

High-concentration alcohol enters the cells of the human body, which will squeeze out the water in the cells. The whole body is hot, the heart rate rises, and the body surface is sweating frantically. I think that kind of death must be extremely painful.

Of course, it’s not easy to drink to death when drinking alcohol. Because people have the function of self-protection, they will vomit out if they can't bear it, which reduces the load on the liver. If they are injected into the body with a syringe like this, they can't vomit, and it's hard to live better than to die.

The police pointed to the outside and said: "There are some urban villages in this area, where there are often idle people in the society. The law and order is relatively chaotic. In recent years, there have been about three or four deaths due to fights. So we took this deceased He died in a drunken fight and has been investigating the surrounding residents."

I sneered: "The murderer will really pick a place! Is there any evidence left at the scene?"

"It's mainly something from the deceased. By the way, we also found a bunch of black dog hair, which was identified as English spaniel hair, but it should have nothing to do with this case. It may have been blown here by the wind. "The policeman replied.

"Hound's hair? The special case team will take all these evidence later!" I said.

"Okay." The policeman nodded.

I walked around, including all the entrances and exits that entered here. The footprints in the unfinished building were messy, but I found the same footprints in several places. The footprints looked relatively large, and it seemed that the murderer was extremely tall, which was not in line with my previous reasoning, so I took them temporarily.

When we left here, we saw the youngest rushing out of breath, complaining: "What's the matter with me? It's okay, don't call me out, okay? I don't like going out to work the least, so I will be reimbursed for the taxi fare. "

I smiled: "I'm sorry, there is a computer I need you to look at!"

The youngest boy opened his mouth wide: "You just bring it back. I have to run and call people."

After finally waiting for the youngest to stop, I probably explained the situation again, and the youngest nodded carelessly: "Okay, leave it to me!"

We went to Chu Feng's residence again, and the youngest took the host computer away. I picked up the ledger and looked through it. When I saw a certain page, I said, "Bing Xin, you and the youngest will go back first. I have one thing to deal with."

After the two left, the house was temporarily sealed off by the police. Huang Xiaotao and I went to the newspaper again. When reporter Li saw this, he shouted, "Why are you two back again? Did you find someone?"

"I found it. He provided some important information. He said that you actually took the hush money." I said calmly.

With a chirp, the tea cup in Reporter Li's hand fell to the ground and smashed to pieces. His face changed drastically, and he said in a panic: "He...he's bloody, I haven't taken the sealing fee, what kind of character is this kid, we Everyone in the newspaper knows."

I sneered and showed him Chu Feng’s account book. It did not mention the issue of collecting the sealing fee from the food factory, and when I looked at Chu Feng’s computer before, I noticed that most of the photos he took were celebrities from all walks of life. Material. There are newspapers everywhere in his house, and you can find one if you just find one. Although both of them are in charge of social sections, Chu Feng prefers gossip news, and it has always been reporter Li dealing with big companies.

Combining with the abnormal attitude of reporter Li before, the answer is obvious. I said: "You took the hush fee. After Chu Feng disappeared, you simply pushed the boat and fell on him, right?"

Reporter Li was trembling with fright, sweating like rain: "Comrade police, I regretted my death with this money. It was the factory manager who forced it to me. I didn't know that a food poisoning incident occurred a few days later. I'm really wronged! Excuse me, how many years shall I be sentenced?"

I smiled: "It's okay, the law does not impose sanctions, no morals!"