The Underworld Detective

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I took the deceased's right hand and sniffed. In addition to the paste smell of electrocoke, I also smelled a smell of detergent. I looked up, and from the position where the deceased appeared, the large glass was very clean, and it was just brushed.

Police officer realized what I was looking at and nodded: "Yes, the deceased was desperately wiping the glass before his death. This has been confirmed by several witnesses! Just like the last deceased, he was sweeping the road before his death. "

Huang Xiaotao took a deep breath: "What exactly does the murderer want to convey?"

I said, "No matter what he conveys, I just want to figure out how he forced the dead."

I looked up and looked up. In this environment, forcing the deceased to need only a pair of scissors is enough, but there is no evidence to support this point of view, so I did not raise it.

I asked, "Are there any clues?"

Police officer pointed his finger and said that a glass-scraper was found on the ground and fingerprints were being extracted. Some shoe prints were found on the rooftop. One group was the deceased, and the other group had done some processing and could not see the sole of the shoes. The texture should be the murderer. Because the typhoon is too large, it cannot be extracted, and it has no value for extraction. The monitoring is still looking for. This office building has a long history. Due to poor management and lack of maintenance, many monitors are broken. Maybe Hope is not great.

I was a little bit big when I heard it. This extremely clean case is the hardest to detect. I asked, "What about the identity of the dead?"

Police officer said: "Still under investigation!"

"Go and see the last corpse!" I waved.

"Ok!"

Police officer greeted his men and began to clean up the scene. Huang Xiaotao and I went to the nearby cafe for a while. We saw the police car move and we followed. Police officer Ren was in the Taoyuan District Bureau. He took us to the morgue. A male body was lying on the iron bed and covered with plastic bags.

The internal organs of the deceased have been taken away, and I have nothing to test. I just want to see if I can get positive marks from my body.

My name was Huang Xiaotao. He turned on the ultraviolet lamp, opened the post-mortem umbrella, and the umbrella shadow was projected on the pale skin of the deceased. After a few rounds, nothing was found.

Huang Xiaotao asked, "Is it too long?"

I shook my head: "No, there are no traces at all, the killer has not touched the dead!"

Huang Xiaotao wondered: "I remember the first deceased died of poisoning. How did the drug enter the body ..."

"It was taken orally!" The police officer preempted. "We found some nitrite in the stomach."

I said: "It seems that the murderer's hobby is very unique, and he likes to force the deceased to slowly die and threaten without contact. I think he has at least a gun."

"I can use the informer's network to look up people who bought guns on the black market," said the police officer.

I shook my head. It was too much work to check, and it didn't work. I said, "Don't worry, the killer's gun may be fake."

I thought with my finger on my head. There are too few clues. Where can I break through? At this moment, the smell of smoke drifted, Huang Xiaotao kept dispersing, and complained, "Ren Cong, why did you pull away again."

"I need one when I think about it, otherwise my head will be the same as the rust." Police officer Ren said indignantly.

But I couldn't bear the smell of cigarettes, so I said I wanted to see the files of the deceased. Police officer Ren took us out, came to his office, and handed me a thin piece of paper.

The deceased Li Xieshi, a third-year student of Nanjiang Foreign Language College, has a normal family background and an introverted personality. He is basically a little transparent in the school. I usually like to read modern poems, and sometimes I also do my own creations. It is a literary youth in the eyes of everyone.

As mentioned later, some small frictions and small conflicts between Li Xieshi and his classmates are unlikely to reach the level of motives for killing! Moreover, this case is now evolving into serial killings. These trivial personal contradictions can be ignored.

Police officer Ren brought a paper box and said, "Consultant Song, here are some personal belongings brought in his dormitory. You can glance at them."

I took a look at it and found that it was some daily necessities. It also contained hand oil, facial cleanser and the like. I felt that Li Yanshi was a very delicate boy. I never use these.

There are other books, all of which are very artistic, and I have never read them. One of the "Hollow Wings" was turned over the oldest. The author's name is Yu Yin. I picked it up and opened the title page, with a line of chic pen writing: "May your seventeen be full of sunshine and rain, Yu Yin."

"The author signed it!" Huang Xiaotao asked, "Is this author famous?"

"I don't know, check it back!" I said.

I set these aside, picked up a notebook, and flipped open a ginkgo leaf bookmark that fell out of it. On the paper, some modern poems were written with neat pen characters, Haizi's "Facing the Sea, Spring and the Sea Open", and Gu Cheng's "A Generation".

I chuckled wryly: "I really are ..."

Huang Xiaotao laughed. "I know you don't like things that are too artistic, but I don't like them."

Officer Ren looked at us curiously and asked, "Are you really dealing with someone?"

Huang Xiaotao snorted, "I want you to control, Smoky Man."

Police officer embarrassed a gimmick: "I don't care about the old school girl!"

"Cut, care? Tomorrow your entire branch office knows, I just want to say nothing."

"Okay, when I didn't ask!" After speaking, the police officer lighted another cigarette. I was speechless about the frequency of smoking. Huang Xiaotao said that he had three packs of cigarettes a day. Break up.

Every time someone told him about the dangers of smoking, he said frankly, "I have dedicated my life to the cause of public security. Maybe I will die in the future. Are you afraid of cancer?"

To be honest, aside from smoking, any police officer is really a good policeman.

The relics of the deceased have given me a preliminary impression of Li Xunshi. This is a big boy who is introverted, literary, sunny, and exquisite. When he died, however, it was another image, wearing a large, worn-out cleaner's uniform, holding a bamboo broom in his hand, foaming his mouth, no sense of art or beauty.

I feel that there are two layers of information that the killer wants to convey. One is to show incompetence to people like the dead, and the other is some kind of "warning" meaning, as if to say that labor is far greater than moaning without disease!

This kind of high-minded criminal with mental cleanliness does not seem to be in danger of killing and setting fire and licking blood at the knife edge. In fact, the opposite is true. The former thinks that he is doing something extremely correct and will implement it firmly. The latter knows that he is a crossing mouse, but he will be more cautious.

In a sense, the twisted sense of justice is even more terrifying!

I ca n’t help but feel a headache when I think about it. It ’s really abnormal every year, and it ’s been a lot this year.