Netherworld Investigator Chapter 666: Inverted character disfigured

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When Huang Xiaotao and the others came, I was not idle either. I went around and looked for clues about the murderer.

I asked Officer Ren to stay and guard the corpse. I especially told him not to smoke in this place and be careful of causing a fire!

Although the corpse is more important than the scene, it also depends on the situation. In such a wasteland with dry grass on all sides, the police will destroy the footprints accidentally, so I have to find the footprints before people come.

Walking around, I finally found two rows of footprints on the southwest side of the body. The first one was relatively small, one deep and one shallow. Judging from the shoe prints, it was left by high-heeled shoes. It was probably a hurried escape. The heel of the high-heeled shoes broke.

The other footprint is obviously left by an adult man, which is heavy. I estimated that he weighed more than one hundred and forty jins and was about 1.8 meters tall. The grass on the right was chopped a lot. Obviously he was holding a murder weapon in his right hand, which should be a sharp knife or dagger.

Walking, I found a red high-heeled shoe and wrapped it with a handkerchief. There was a sirens in the distance. I carefully walked around the footprints and came to the road, waving at Huang Xiaotao and the others.

Huang Xiaotao, Sun Bingxin and a group of police got out of the car, and I instructed: "Be careful, there are footprints here, let the technical team take a sample first!"

Huang Xiaotao looked at me and smiled. I said something to laugh. She said: "Human homicide detector!"

Sun Bingxin slapped her hands and said, "This nickname is too appropriate."

I smiled bitterly: "Don't call me that, who would dare to go shopping with me in the future."

At this time, Officer Ren came out of the grass and said: "You can count it, you are suffocating me..."

The smoker was going to die without smoking for half an hour, so he lit a cigarette immediately and exhaled a sigh of smoke.

Huang Xiaotao said to Sun Bing, "Don't find a boyfriend like this, you may be a widow someday."

"Get out!" Sun Bingxin hit her.

We walked towards the corpse. Huang Xiaotao asked me what was special. I shook my head: "The first thing I felt was nothing. It was probably an ordinary murder. The face was severely damaged, like an acquaintance committing a crime." /

Huang Xiaotao nodded: "I hope it's a sub-question. I really don't want to deal with serial homicides recently."

When we came to the corpse, Sun Bingxin and I were preparing for an autopsy. The deceased was less than 30 years old, his body was thin, his face was severely damaged, I am not sure if it was a missing female liar? I cut her clothes with scissors and noticed that the skin was slightly turquoise, and there was a slight decayed vein network underneath. I moved my joints, and the corpse stiffness at the joints had begun to relieve, which started to rot from the inside. In addition, the blood shade does not fade with acupressure.

"The death time was forty-eight hours, and the weather has been very autumnal in the past two days, and the error will not exceed two hours." I quickly analyzed.

"Brother Song Yang, you see a bleeding spot on the lower part of the deceased's chest." Sun Bingxin reminded.

I nodded. I couldn't see the fatal wound from the front. Combined with the footprints I just found, I guess the fatal wound was on the back. It should have been stabbed heavily. I'll talk about it later.

I listened with ossicles, and it turned out that my lungs were punctured, there was a lot of blood inside, my diaphragm was ruptured, and there seemed to be signs of rib fractures.

I picked up the deceased’s foot, moved his ankle and said: "The tendon is severely strained." Looking up, there are abrasions on the knees, thighs, and arms. The bleeding is mixed with some soil particles, as if from the front. He fell heavily.

Sun Bingxin put a cotton swab under the deceased, took it out and I took a look, and said, "There are no fine spots."

"Oh, that is not being sexually assaulted!"

I smiled and shook my head: "How I learned, sexual assault is not just about **** or rape. You didn't find that the deceased's bra was gone, and the opening of the clothes was torn."

Sun Bingxin stuck out his tongue and smiled: "Excuse me!"

There are traces of wearing a bra-breast on the chest of the deceased, but the bra-breast is missing. I don't have an autopsy umbrella now, but I can guess first. The murderer cut off the deceased's bra with a knife, and reached into the clothes and stroked it up and down, thus breaking the opening of the clothes.

The next highlight is the face of the deceased. The face of the deceased was scratched with many incisions. At first glance, it seems to be scratched randomly, but if you look closely, you will find that the incisions are symmetrical.

There were deep incisions near the chin, cheekbones, and temples of the deceased. I noticed that some transparent liquid leaked from the incisions of the cheekbones. Sometimes the body oozes some liquefied fat, but the deceased’s face is not It should not be fat.

I dipped a cotton swab into some of this liquid, sniffed it, and couldn't figure out what it was, so I asked Sun Bingxin to take it back for testing.

Sun Bingxin wondered: "This stab wound seems to have three inverted characters written on his face. Does it mean anything?"

I shook my head: "I don't know, is the murderer a symmetrical person?"

When acquaintances commit crimes, they often destroy the face of the deceased, because looking at the familiar face will make the murderer feel uncomfortable, but this case does not seem to fit this point.

In addition, the chin of the deceased was cut horizontally, and the cutting edge was very neat and almost horizontal.

The murderer seems to be destroying the face of the dead with an attitude of performing surgery-like precision, which is really weird.

In addition, the eyelids of the deceased were also cut off, neatly cut, so that the deceased's eyes were upturned, looking like a dead eye.

Looking at the deceased for a while, I said, "Turn it over!"

We turned the deceased over, and there were three stab wounds on the neck and shoulders of the deceased, which were messy, as if they were slashed while running. In addition, there was a very deep stab wound on the back, which almost penetrated the chest of the deceased. I pressed around and said: "This fatal wound should have been stabbed by the murderer with the knife after the deceased fell, almost the weight of the whole body. When it was pressed, the air in the deceased’s abdominal cavity was lost, and the internal and external pressures were different, causing two ribs to be crushed."

"Committed with passion?" Sun Bingxin asked.

I didn't say anything. Judging from the current signs, it is possible. The most difficult case to solve is that the murderer picks a passerby to kill. This kind of case can only rely on luck.

Huang Xiaotao walked over and said: "How is the inspection? I found two things here."

In her hands are two evidence bags, a red bra-breast, and a withered daisy.

Huang Xiaotao said: "I'm not sure if this flower was left by the murderer, but it should not grow in this place."

I waved my hand: "Take the corpse back. There is too much blood on my face. I have to go back and wash it." Then I patted my legs and stood up: "Go and see that car!"

We came near the female liar's car. Officer Ren stood by the car and was watching. He said, "Look here, a piece of paint has been wiped off." He pointed to the right side of the car light.

I went into the car and looked at it. The four assassins who picked up the car threw cigarette butts, beer cans, and snack packages everywhere in the car, making me frown. I glanced back and forth with the pupil of Dongyou, and found a few long hairs in the gap between the seats, curled up slightly, similar to the hair of the deceased.

I wanted to determine whether the deceased was a female liar. There was still no decisive evidence. After we returned to the bureau, I cleaned the deceased’s face with alcohol, and then took a picture and showed it to the liar.

When he saw the photo, he cried loudly: "This is my wife! Although we cheated money, we never make money or kill, who is so cruel!"

The identity of the deceased has finally been determined.