Netherworld Investigator Chapter 156: Song family’s unique learning, phosphorous fire illuminates the corpse

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We returned to the corpse burning room, Huang Xiaotao smiled and said: "Song Yang, after discovering the strangeness of the case, you became excited instead?"

I scratched my head embarrassedly. I am indeed more motivated than when I was here. Huang Xiaotao said: "Okay, don't hide it, sister still doesn't know your thoughts?"

When he opened the door and entered the corpse burning room, Wang Dali suddenly said: "Wait! Maybe after we went in, we found that the male corpse came alive, or disappeared."

Huang Xiaotao frowned and said: "It's so right to bring you this life treasure. It adds countless horror to tonight."

She patted Wang Dali's back sharply, and Wang Dali yelled and fell into the door. Of course, those were all his nonsense. The corpse of the cremator was still lying on the ground. I continued the autopsy and determined the time of death, which was about an hour or less. In other words, the murder happened when we first arrived here.

I glanced at the crematorium and burned a corpse into ashes for only 20 minutes. The corpse inside was burned for so long. Obviously, the cremator deliberately lowered the temperature of the furnace. It's coming to keep warm!

On the night of November, roasting the dead in the corpse burning room to keep warm, drinking small wine, and then playing with a beautiful female corpse, this kind of thing is not something ordinary people can do.

The corpse of the middle-aged man next to the door was probably the one he was going to burn tonight, maybe in his eyes it was no different from the firewood in the fireplace.

Speaking of our Song family ancestors, there are also good people like this. That ancestor was actually misunderstood. His philosophy of handling the case was to have a heart with the deceased. Every time an autopsy was performed, he would close the door and take him off-naked with the corpse. Lie down and chat together, sometimes for a night. Once I was accidentally bumped into by a Yu Hou, saying that he had insulted the body, this ancestor couldn't argue with a hundred words, so he had to go back to his hometown to work in farming.

People who have been dealing with corpses for a long time will be different from ordinary people in their hearts, or non-ordinary people can’t do this. Take me as an example. When others see the incredible corpses, they all retreat, but I am inexplicably excited. I feel that I have gone farther and farther on the path of perversion...

I sniffed carefully. The lubricant on the corpse was the petroleum jelly he prepared himself. It can be seen that the female corpse had no body-fluid secretion. When I smelled it, Wang Dali’s eyebrows almost wrinkled. Up.

Then I washed the blood from the deceased’s head with the shochu on the table, and found that there were multiple damage to the skull. I picked up the ashtray and made gestures. The female corpse was lying on her back on the straw mat. The ashtray on the table was smashed hard three times.

The soot in the ashtray was scattered on the ground. I searched it carefully and found something. I immediately picked it up with tweezers and showed it to Huang Xiaotao. She said in surprise: "Half a nail!"

I checked the fingers of the deceased. Obviously, this nail was not his. This nail was broken when the corpse pulled the ashtray too hard. There was some blood on the inside of the nail, most likely it was left by the murderer.

This is important physical evidence, enough to become a key physical evidence in court.

I carefully put the half of my nail into the evidence bag and asked Wang Dali to help move the body away. The blood stains on the straw mat were mottled, but in my eyes I saw some traces that ordinary people would hardly notice.

I ordered Wang Dali to say: "Go and open the crematorium."

Wang Dali said: "Hey, the fire inside is not chopping wood!"

I urged: "I asked you to open it, there is so much nonsense."

Wang Dali put a cotton glove on the rubber glove, and the fire burst out as soon as he opened the crematorium, and he backed away in fright. A bone can be vaguely seen in the raging flames. The fire is a faintly blue flame. Human bones contain a lot of phosphorus, which is why they have this color.

The light emitted by phosphor fire is shorter than the ultraviolet spectrum, which is an unnatural light. My ancestors used phosphor fire to perform autopsy. I naturally want to use the existing conditions!

I opened the autopsy umbrella to cover the fire and let the umbrella shadow cast on the straw mat. With the turning of the autopsy umbrella, the blood stains on it began to change into different colors. When turned to a certain angle, the blood suddenly formed the shape of a woman.

The two were stunned, Huang Xiaotao asked: "Is this left by the murderer!"

I said: "Yes, although the blood is mixed together, it is superimposed by several layers of blood stains. At that time, the murderer was lying on the straw mat and attacked. The deceased's skull artery ruptured and splashed on and around the murderer. Roughly outlined her figure. Then the murderer pushed the deceased away and got up and left. In the process, the blood was smeared and became a large patch. There is an oxidase in human blood that will continue to decay over time, within an hour The inside dissipates completely, making the blood eventually turn dark red. The fresh blood will show different colors under special light. Today is the right time and place. I can use phosphorous to illuminate the blood so that I can see the contours of the murderer’s body."

"It's amazing!" Huang Xiaotao exclaimed, looking at the figure in the blood.

The color of the blood stain in phosphorescence is not static. With the pulsation of the fire, the color of the blood stain keeps changing, as if the "woman" lying in the blood came alive.

I shouted: "Dahlia, hurry up and take a picture!"

Wang Dali was looking obsessively, after a moment of fascination, he quickly took out his mobile phone and took pictures from different angles.

After the filming, I closed the crematorium, Wang Dali raised his hand like a primary school student asked, and asked timidly: "The murderer fought back during the assault. Isn't this a legitimate defense?"

Huang Xiaotao said: "How to judge is a matter for the court, we only need to arrest people."

The corpse has almost experienced it, so I will continue to look at it to see if there is anything missing. At this time, Huang Xiaotao suddenly said: "Haha, Song Yang, I will also perform Huang's unique skills."

I said with interest: "Okay, I'll wait and see!"

She cleared her throat and said: "The little girl was ugly. The deceased was nicknamed the old ghost. He had a friend who loved this too. The old ghost said that he had a superb product in his hand and he could borrow a friend to play for two days. , The Santana that just ran away is his friend."

Wang Dali was surprised and said: "Sister Xiaotao, yes, this can be inferred. Is your ancestor the famous imperial eagle-Huang Tianba!"

Huang Xiaotao scolded: "Go go, Huang Tianba is the only one of your ancestors."

I saw Huang Xiaotao with one hand behind her back, and she said with a dumb smile: "Okay, hand over the private evidence!"

Huang Xiaotao put out her tongue and took out an old Nokia mobile phone. It turned out that she found it in the corner. There were several text messages on it, which were consistent with what she had just said.

I said: "I thought it was an accomplice who ran away. It turned out to be the next victim. We have to hurry and find him."

Wang Dali said: "With this kind of nausea, one death is not too many, and two deaths are not too few."

Huang Xiaotao smacked her lips: "How do you say it? Nausea is not his **** reason. As a policeman, he must protect ordinary citizens, no matter what shameful hobbies he has."

At this time, there was the sound of police sirens outside, and I took out a pile of yellow paper and burned it to the dead, and read a section of "Death Curse" for him.