Netherworld Investigator Chapter 32: If you lose, eat the ashtray

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Xiao Zhou suddenly raised the volume and said: "Listen well, everyone. This Detective Song said just now that if he can't find any traces on the body, he will eat the entire ashtray in public, boy! This is tempered glass. Of."

The policeman who was busy at the scene immediately came over to join in the fun, Wang Dali complained for me: "Don't just talk about Yoko, what if you lose?"

Xiao Zhou looked around everyone and said: "If I lose, I will eat soot and cigarette butts. Did you hear it all?"

Everyone made a fuss, but it seemed that they were all supporting Xiao Zhou, after all, Xiao Zhou was their group leader.

Of course, I have full confidence in the post-mortem examination, but I am also very upset to be provoked for no reason. I think I can't pretend to be forced, and you will look good later.

"Okay, I'll look at the body first, and I'll talk to you later when I'm going to check it." I said.

"Okay!" Xiao Zhou said with a smile: "But don't use your handprints to recharge."

"Don't worry, I'm not so stupid, because I don't care about my face..." I sneered again.

Xiao Zhou heard the irony in these words and snorted: "Then I will come back to see your trick later!"

After he left, Huang Xiaotao sighed again and again: "Song Yang, I am sorry for you."

"What's the matter?" I asked.

Huang Xiaotao said that Xiao Zhou was a returnee from the police station. He was proud and arrogant. After the corpse was examined, Huang Xiaotao reported the result to Huang Xiaotao. Huang Xiaotao casually said, "It doesn't matter, wait for Song Yang to come and let him have an examination." . How can I know that this unintentional remark completely touched Xiao Zhou's self-esteem!

Xiao Zhou asked Huang Xiaotao what I did. Huang Xiaotao said that I was a successor. Xiao Zhou suddenly felt humiliated, so as soon as I came in, I followed me on the bar, and wanted to give me something to do.

Huang Xiaotao spread out her hands: "It's me who is not the leader of the team and didn't pay attention to coordinating everyone's relationship."

"You are not to blame, I think the technical team leader has a character problem." I replied.

"Sister Xiaotao, who is the official officer between you and this police officer Zhou?" Wang Dali asked.

"We are at the same level, but I slowly rose up. His police age is much shorter than mine, and he became a superintendent when he entered the criminal police squad." Huang Xiaotao smiled bitterly.

"Why?" Wang Dali exclaimed.

"With a high degree of education, the returnees have a doctorate in criminal investigation, how can I be compared with a police school graduate?" Huang Xiaotao laughed at herself.

Wang Dali sighed: "Fuck, it turned out that being a policeman depends on his academic qualifications, but he said that he is Li Changyu's disciple, and he seems to be NB."

I explained: "You got it wrong, he just listened to Li Changyu's class. If he is really a disciple of the Chinese detective Li Changyu, with his character, he won't be dragged to heaven!"

I have also read the book written by Li Changyu. In fact, when I was in college, I read almost all the forensic works in the library, which mutually confirmed the knowledge in the "Recovery of Mistakes". Little new gains.

As the saying goes, know yourself and the enemy, only you can win every battle!

Huang Xiaotao said worriedly: "Song Yang, I just heard Xiao Zhou tell the team members that there are some abnormalities in this corpse. The murderer may have processed fingerprints afterwards, so he can bet with you. If you are not sure, I will cover it up for you."

I waved my hand: "Unless the murderer is a ghost, there will be clues!"

I took out a palm-length black wooden stick from the bag. Wang Dali asked me what it was for. I explained: "This is called'Tinggumu'. It is made by cypress trees and used for hearing bones. The sound. The cypress is thick and the sound transmission effect is very good. Last time I didn’t prepare, so I put my ear on the corpse and listened directly."

Later it proved that I was prepared correctly. I stuck the ossicles on the chest, abdomen and back of the corpse, tapped the limbs with my fingers to listen to the sound, and found that the death of the corpse was seven days old. It's disgusting to go up.

Seven days?

It is also the first seven dead people in folklore.

The fat black man who found the corpse said that the mattress shook. Is this the reason?

Of course, I didn't delve into this. The job of Wu is only to find evidence, to capture murderers, and ghosts are not in my field of expertise.

Because of the loss of blood, the deceased had been in a closed environment. Although the death took up to seven days, there was only slight decay.

The deceased was not actually drained of all blood, because I heard that there were still some residual blood clots in her chest. When 30% of the blood was taken away, the person would go into shock and lose 50% of the blood. Then the whole body circulatory system is paralyzed, and he immediately died.

From the various physical signs of the deceased, the blood loss was more than 70%. This amount of blood could fill several large Coke bottles. Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but look at the two blood holes in the neck of the deceased. At a glance.

Is the murderer really a vampire who sucked all her blood?

I asked Wang Dali to get a pair of scissors. I cut off the deceased’s bra-cover and panties. Wang Dali looked dumbfounded: "Fuck, you pay attention to the influence, sister Xiaotao is still there!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" I angered.

Huang Xiaotao was holding her hands with a calm expression. She didn't react too much when she was used to this kind of scene, so Wang Dali made a fuss all alone.

The autopsy still cares about men and women, isn't that funny? The corpse is nothing more than an object in my eyes.

Huang Xiaotao asked: "Song Yang, how do you plan to do it, do you still steam it with white vinegar as you did last time?"

I shook my head, not to mention that there is no such condition, I am worried that steaming the corpse in white vinegar may not be effective. Besides, it's late at night, so I didn't bring the red umbrella either.

The post-mortem should be adapted to local conditions, this time I plan to use a new method!

I asked Wang Dali to bring my handbag. I took out a roll of fine rice paper and a bottle of camellia oil from it. Wang Dali asked me what this was for, and I explained, "Of course it’s a handprint test. Ah."

I didn't mention fingerprints, because I faintly felt that fingerprints might not be found on this corpse.

When Xiao Zhou heard it, he walked over and said: "Oh! Detective Song is about to start the autopsy, let me observe."

I said, "Then keep your eyes open and watch it!"

I asked Wang Dali to turn the body over. Judging from the blood hole on the deceased’s neck, the murderer sucked blood on her back, so clear handprints must appear on her back.

One more thing, rice paper and camellia oil are too expensive. I can’t do it all over the whole body. A piece of ultra-clean rice paper that is four feet square costs 20 yuan, and the camellia oil is 100 yuan per catty. 'Fa-examination' may be the most extravagant method of autopsy handed down by the criminal officer Song Ci!

I put two pieces of rice paper on the back of the deceased, and dripped a few drops of tea oil very carefully to ensure that the rice paper was completely absorbed.

The rice paper soaked in oil turns into a transparent color at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the skin underneath can be seen through! Then I put another layer of rice paper on top until the second one is soaked.

"Hey, how do you apply oil to the corpse, and then how to clean it..." Xiao Zhou said as he said, his eyes suddenly looked straight at the corpse.

"Look, something seems to have appeared!" Huang Xiaotao called.

"Why can't I see it?" Wang Dali squinted his eyes, his myopia was more than 100 degrees, and it was very difficult to see a little trace clearly.

The outlines of handprints have begun to appear on the oil-soaked rice paper, but they are very fuzzy. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is just a shadow that is slightly darker than the surrounding color, but it is particularly clear in my eyes!

Even the location where the handprint appears is exactly the same as my guess.

I then covered the third layer of rice paper. This layer of rice paper was gradually soaked with oil, and then the fourth and fifth layers!

Finally, the camellia oil did not penetrate again. The top layer of rice paper maintained the original color of the paper. There were only a few places where a layer of mimeographs slowly surfaced, forming the marks of two palms on the paper.

"Fuck, it's too NB!" Wang Dali screamed in surprise.

"Song Yang, how did you do it?" Huang Xiaotao said.

"No... it's impossible!" Xiao Zhou said with wide eyes: "I understand, you are a liar, you must have done something on paper!"