The Underworld Detective

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The air here is really bad, and my sense of smell is more sensitive than that of ordinary people.

It took me half a minute to sort out my thoughts and said to Huang Xiaotao, "You help me find a one-eyed dragon."

"One-eyed dragon?" Huang Xiaotao gave me a curious look.

I briefly described the characteristics of this person. Now that the train is stopped in the middle, I think he should still be on the car. He should be able to learn some information about the dead from Cyclops.

The bathroom was narrow, and it was enough for me to go in alone. Before I went in, I had a Suhexiang pill.

My right hand was still covered with plaster and a sling. It was a bit inconvenient to perform an autopsy in such a narrow place. After entering, I looked around with the pupil of the cave. The train toilet is a public place with a lot of people and people everywhere. The traces and fingerprints left are not of excessive inquiry.

I tempted the neck of the deceased, opened my eyelids and looked, and it was indeed dead, and the death took less than half an hour.

I looked at the vents and windows above. The windows did not show signs of opening. The size of the vents was probably only allowed for children to pass through, and it had not been opened.

The murder of a secret room is of course only an appearance, unless somebody in this world can control things, there must be some trick or coincidence hidden behind such cases!

On the edge of the sink, I found some white powder. The sink should be used within ten minutes.

I asked the police behind me to pick up a large opaque bag, then backed out, and asked Sun Bingxin to collect the powder on the edge of the sink. After finishing it, Sun Bingxin said: "I brought a tool to collect fingerprints. a bit?"

I shook my head: "It's not necessary. There can be more than a hundred fingerprints in it. Besides, we can't test it."

After a while, when I came back from the police, I asked them to move the body to a place without passengers. The whole process was extremely difficult. The car was like a fried pot. Everyone talked a lot. When the police passed by, many people stood up and took pictures with their mobile phones.

The corpse was carried to the dining car, and I asked the police to guard outside. Don't let outsiders come in. A two-spotted flight attendant said: "Thanks to your being here, otherwise this unexpected situation will happen. I really don't know how to cope. "

I asked, "Master, where does this bus go from?"

"From Yundian to Fufeng ... By the way, do I need to contact the local police?" The steward asked.

"Where is the train now?"

He said the name of a county that he hadn't heard before. I felt that the presence of the local police was useless. It wasn't my arrogance. The environment on the bus was closed. The killer should be here. I have the confidence to catch him.

Of course, except for one case, there is no murderer, which does not rule out the possibility of accident.

I waved my hand at the moment: "You don't need to contact the police. You arrange to take the police to all the cars to calm everyone's emotions. By the way, don't let the passengers move around."

"Do you need questions?" The flight attendant asked.

"I don't have to. There are thousands of people in a car. Can I ask? And it will cause unnecessary panic." I shook my head.

"Okay, or you're experienced, I'll arrange it."

After the flight attendant left, we began to perform an autopsy. Because of the inconvenience of my hands, I asked Sun Bingxin to do the work this time. I looked around.

Putting on her gloves, she first checked the contents of the deceased's pocket, and found a bunch of keys, a pack of cigarettes, a purse, an ID in the purse, and the name of the deceased Li Dawei. I picked up the ID card and checked and said. "Fake!"

"The top is obviously coated with anti-counterfeiting, and fake ID cards can't get through the train station." Sun Bingxin looked at me.

"The ID card is real, but it is not his own. If you carefully compare the cheekbones and the bridge of the nose, it is not a person at all, but it looks like a person at first! The train station checks tens of thousands of people every day, and will definitely not look closely. "I laughed.

Sun Bingxin took the ID card and looked at the face of the deceased: "Are there any such operations? Where did this ID card come from?"

"Bought, there are businessmen who specialize in selling identity cards on the black market. Those who go to the countryside to buy farmers' ID cards and sell them in the city will buy fake ID cards. Shouldn't they be good guys ... By the way, does he not have a cell phone? "I glanced at the corpse.

"No!" Sun Bing shook his head.

I noticed that he had almost no cash in his wallet. I guess he had a mobile phone, maybe it was thrown away. Song Xingchen, who was on the side, said: "You go to the car and look for the mobile phone, remember to wear a pair of gloves, it is very dirty! "

Song Xingchen nodded and left.

Sun Bingxin lifted up the deceased's clothes. There was a longitudinal wound on his abdomen, and the cut was neat. I noticed that there was an irregular second-stage laceration in the lower part. It felt like I was stung first, and then the wound was torn for other reasons.

Sun Bingxin pressed the deceased's abdomen and said, "Blood is flowing into the stomach."

I took out the listening bone and stuck it on the torso of the deceased, and found that there was a lot of fluid in the abdominal cavity, and the knife wound was about ten centimeters deep. I sniffed at the wound, smelling of stomach acid, and it seemed that the knife had penetrated into the stomach.

I continued to listen and found that the deceased's liver and kidneys were deteriorated to a certain extent, and the lungs were also hardened. Looking at his body again, he was quite lean.

I groaned, "This guy is very weak, look at the lymph nodes under his armpits."

Sun Bingxin cut off the clothes of the deceased, looked into the armpit, and cried in surprise: "Yes, how do you know?"

"This person has some kind of long-term bad hobby, causing severe liver, lung, and kidney failure, and the immune system is also defective, so I guess there will be lymph node masses in the groin and armpits." I explained with a smile.

"What kind of bad hobby? Smoking, drinking ... scalding?"

I glanced at the cockroach-like hairstyle of the deceased, and laughed, "Why are you like Wang Dali, funny, regardless of the occasion, can you be serious?"

"Okay, serious!" Sun Bing stuck out his tongue.

I went on to explain: "This man is a drug addict and has been on drugs for a long time."

"Then the powder we just found is ..." Sun Bingxin suddenly realized.

"Take it out!" I ordered.

Sun Bingxin immediately took out the collected powder. I picked a little with my nails and prepared to put it in my mouth. Sun Bingxin screamed nervously: "Hey, what if it is poison? How can you taste it with your mouth?"

I smiled: "It's okay, first, he has no signs of poisoning; second, this little bit is only a few micrograms, and even cyanide will not reach the lethal dose ... I will not eat it."

I put it in my mouth and tasted it, and immediately took the mineral water from Sun Bingxin, rinsed my mouth, and replied with certainty: "Heroin!"

"God, can **** taste it?" Sun Bingxin looked at me as if looking at a monster.

"Heroin has a characteristic that will make the gums feel slightly numb. Why do the younger brothers who test drugs in Hong Kong tablets have to wipe their gums after smoking? This is the reason. The purer the heroin, the heavier the numbness is." I explained.

"We haven't taught this in class, after all, these things can't be touched." Sun Bing nodded indifferently.

When I was studying drug testing, Grandpa really got a bunch of drugs to memorize their characteristics. Of course, I haven't smoked them, just distinguished them by watching, smelling, and tasting.

I picked up the bones again and listened to the deceased's chest for a while. This was an important clue. I repeatedly checked it several times. The deceased's heart did show signs of violent agitation before death.

I noticed another detail. His belt was unfastened. I pulled his pants down and found that he urinated a pair of pants. The urine was yellow and tasted heavy. Urine is a poison emitted by the body, which is also in line with the characteristics of drug users.

The deceased's injuries were not fatal. He had taken drugs before his death. The truth seems to be coming out. The so-called secret room killing, breaking through the layer of window paper, is generally not too complicated ...