MTL - Mystery Hunter-Chapter 3 Criminal Police Squadron

"So this is the basic information of the head of the household?" said a fatter policeman.

"That's right, Captain Wang." An Jinzhong replied.

Captain Wang touched his stubble and patted An Jinzhong on the shoulder: "It's hard work, old comrade, you go to appease the masses and block the reporters. Before the case is investigated, don't let the messy people come up."

"I know." An Jinzhong nodded.

An Jinzhong took a last look at the corpse and went downstairs with the policeman from the police station. As a policeman, An Jinzhong has never thought of becoming a criminal policeman who can reason and investigate, but An Jinzhong, an old policeman who is nearly half a hundred years old, knows that he will never have the chance to fulfill this dream in his life.

He sighed and passed the residents who were unlocking the lock on the fifth floor. He felt that the years would not leave a mark, and he couldn't help but feel sadness in the spring and autumn, and wished he could sing a poem on the spot. The resident on the fifth floor looked down after seeing An Jinzhong leading the team away.

This person turned out to be Jiang He.

Jiang He basically rushed downstairs with Captain Wang. While Jiang He was thinking about how to sneak into the corridor under the nose of this policeman, Captain Wang and his group were rushing over from a distance. Jiang He thought about it, looked left and right, picked up a single shirt that others had put aside, and put it on his body.

Some detectives were wearing plainclothes, and Jiang He followed behind them generously.

Therefore, nothing in the world can only be seen on the surface, and the surface is always the side that others want you to see. Therefore, Jiang He has developed a good habit. He will always conduct a deep analysis of what he sees with his eyes, and find the most correct one from the countless options in his mind.

And Captain Wang in front of him obviously lacked this.

"Lao An asked me to come up and take a look at it and start fighting." Jiang He was very confident.

Captain Wang nodded, without paying too much attention to Jiang He, he squatted down to check the corpse at the entrance, that is, Wu Guifeng's corpse.

Jiang He was standing behind Captain Wang at the moment, and he was also looking at the corpse. His eyes were like a high-speed scanner, scanning all the information about the corpse into his brain, and almost at the same time, Jiang He's brain analyzed the information.

Female corpses, aged between fifty and sixty. The female corpse was between 1.5 and 1.6 meters tall, wearing a green T-shirt and ordinary black pants. The surface of the pants was smooth, and there was not much blood on them. The female corpse was leaning against the shoe cabinet, which was about fifty centimeters high. The head of the female corpse was at the height of the shoe cabinet at this moment, and her head was leaning against the groove of the shoe cabinet, so it did not fall down.

Jiang He noticed the female corpse's right hand. The female corpse's hand was very rough. Although it was covered in blood, it still couldn't stop the rough and dry traces of time. There was a thimble on the **** of the female corpse's right hand, and the dense pit on the thimble was full of blood.

In the abdomen of the female corpse, a knife was inserted at the moment. Judging from the handle of the knife, the length of the knife is about ten centimeters, and most of the blades have penetrated into the abdomen of the female corpse. It is not clear how long the blade is. However, according to Jiang He's research on knives, Jiang He has an 80% chance of confirming that the blade of a normal household serrated knife is about 12 to 150% of the length of the handle.

That is to say, the length of the blade is about twelve to fifteen centimeters.

The length of the blade exposed outside the corpse was about three centimeters, that is to say, at least ten centimeters of the blade pierced into the abdomen of the female corpse. The direction of the hilt is oblique, but the direction of the hilt is inward, that is, the direction closer to the face of the female corpse.

After seeing this, Jiang He suddenly turned around.

A criminal policeman was standing beside Jiang He at the moment, and he was also looking at the corpse attentively at the moment.

Seeing Jiang He suddenly turn his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with indifference, the detective was taken aback. He just glanced at Jiang He, and Jiang He rushed over as if he saw the enemy who killed his father. Jiang He clenched his fist with his right hand, as if he was holding something in the air.

Before the detective could react, Jiang He's fist had already hit him. Then, the pear blossom-like fists of the rainstorm kept attacking the detective. Jiang He made a lot of movements. Pull down.

The parts where Jiang He hit the detective were also quite different. One time it was the chest, the next time it was the stomach, and the other time it was the lower abdomen, which made the detective in front of him bewildered.

Just looking at you in the crowd, you won't beat me in the chest with a small fist like crazy.

"What are you doing, you're crazy!" The detective finally roared.

At this moment, all the people looked at Jiang He, and they didn't know what was going on in Jiang He's madness.

Jiang He didn't seem to feel the hot gazes of the seven or eight people at the scene. He crouched down and carefully observed the direction of the knife edge. The incision penetrated into the abdomen from the upper abdomen, just above the navel. From this angle, pierce ten centimeters diagonally down, what will happen?

According to Jiang He's calculations, first of all, the serrated knife would first cut through the stomach wall, and blood gastric juice would flow out of the stomach at this time. If the serrated knife continues to go down, it will cut off his small intestine and large intestine, which is an extremely painful and painful death method. Jiang He once conducted experiments with pigs, and in this case, the pig would die after howling in pain for ten minutes.

On the other hand, Jiang He has come to understand a truth in many experiments. Pigs have a much stronger will to survive than humans.

Therefore, Jiang He estimated that the female corpse only lasted about three to five minutes when the serrated knife was stabbed into the stomach.

Judging from the blood on the ground, the blood formed a small pool on the right side of the corpse, which was related to the position where the female corpse was leaning. Under the influence of gravity, the blood is bound to flow down this way. Jiang He carefully observed the bloodstains. There were not many bloodstains in the form of jets, and the distance was not very far.

Jiang He stood up, holding his chin and said, "According to my guess, there is an 80% chance of suicide. I did an experiment just now, and if it was a homicide, the angle and position of the serrated knife's piercing would be different. In line with a person's normal force direction."

All eyes turned to Jiang He.

Jiang He continued: "Obviously, a person wouldn't be killed by someone sitting in this place by herself. If she was stabbed while standing, and then couldn't hold herself back and sat on the ground, the blood would not be sprayed out. So close, it doesn't fit the mechanics. So, she was sitting when she was stabbed."

Jiang He pointed to the shoe cabinet and said, "Then she was pushed over or fell and was stabbed, but if someone pushed or fell, then she must have hit the shoe cabinet with force, and the shoe cabinet will inevitably happen even if A little bit of movement. But I just observed the shoe cabinet carefully, there is no trace of friction. Look carefully at this shoe cabinet, the shoe cabinet is against the wall, and over the years, a horizontal line has been worn on the wall by the edges and corners of the shoe cabinet. ."

Captain Wang looked around and found that on the side of the shoe cabinet that was leaning against the wall, a horizontal line had been ground on the wall.

"The shoe cabinet and the horizontal line fit tightly, which means that the shoe cabinet has not shifted even a little bit." Jiang He said in a loud voice, "So I concluded that this person has an 80% chance of committing suicide."

"Gloves." Jiang He said to Captain Wang next to him.

Captain Wang looked at this little policeman who appeared out of nowhere. Although his expression did not fluctuate, his heart was already fried. Who the **** is this sloppy policeman? How could he have made such a rational judgment after just a few minutes of observation, which made everyone present stunned.

Captain Wang finally began to look carefully at the man.

A head of hair that has not been washed for a long time, a single coat that is obviously much larger than his body, two heavy dark circles around his eyes, a face that has no fluctuations, a cold and sharp look eyes.

"There is such a powerful person hidden in a small police station." Captain Wang thought to himself: "If there is a chance, let this person come to the substation, then I will save a lot of energy."

And Captain Wang naturally didn't know that the person who was powerful in his eyes was actually just a social idler.

"Gloves." Seeing that no one responded, Jiang He spoke again.

Captain Wang handed Jiang He the glove from a policeman next to him.

Jiang He nodded, put on his gloves, and crouched beside the corpse.

He reached out and touched the corpse's shirt and trousers, which were all very rough materials. The trousers and T-shirt are quite worn, it seems that they have been worn for a long time. The T-shirt was clearly a men's t-shirt, and judging from the ill-fitting of the top, it wasn't specifically bought for her.

After seeing this, Jiang He's head gave Jiang He a message: This old lady is usually very frugal, and basically belongs to the type of person who can save money.

He held his breath, his eyes fixed on the serrated knife.

Such serrated knives are generally common in homes, but Jiang He felt that it was not suitable for them to appear in this family. This kind of serrated knife is specially used to deal with difficult-to-cut meat such as frozen meat. For an old man who can save money, an old-fashioned Wangmazi kitchen knife is a good choice for cutting vegetables or meat. Good choice.

Since the handle of the knife was flushed, only a small amount of blood was sprayed on the handle, and most of the places were still clean. Looking further down, the blade was pointing down in the direction of the belly, which made Jiang He firm up his belief that this person committed suicide.

Jiang He stood up and said, "There is still a 90% probability that this person committed suicide. What about the forensic doctor? Why didn't I see the forensic doctor?"

Jiang He's words made the previous detective unhappy. Although Jiang He thought he was simply elaborating the problem, it sounded a bit bossy to the detective's ears.

He couldn't help but say, "You're just a policeman at the police station. If you don't have anything to do, go back to mediate disputes between neighbors and parents. Who do you think you are? When is it your turn to command?"

It seemed that the detective was still angry at Jiang He's "crazy" behavior.

Captain Wang waved his hand gently. The person in front of him was definitely unusual. This was Captain Wang's intuitive feeling.

"The sub-bureau does not have a criminal investigation technology section, and the city bureau's forensic medicine is on its way." Captain Wang said to Jiang He, "However, I have a question."