MTL - North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI-Chapter 48 "Behind the sacred, there are lies and filth!"
Chapter 48 "Behind the sacred, full of lies and filth!"
Holtz's exclamation was heard inside.
Everyone is mentally prepared.
Go in again.
They were still shocked by the scene before them.
As far as the eye can see, there is a glowing blue light.
Everyone's exposed skin was mapped into a dark blue color, which was dark and slightly weird at the same time.
"What happened here?" The only female forensic officer raised her throat: "Did the murderer directly treat the blood as clean water and use it to mop the floor?"
This is a rare big scene.
Even these well-informed witnesses are still in a daze at the moment.
Dean didn't feel anything.
After scanning around, he showed a puzzled expression: "These marks seem to be really caused by a mop, but if this is the case, what is the other party's purpose?"
Although it is difficult to completely clean up the traces left by blood, wouldn't it be more troublesome to clean up the blood stains everywhere?
"The murderer is very cunning and very smart."
Holtz's expression is not very good-looking.
He took out a laser pointer from his pocket, clicked a few times on the area with the strongest blue light on the ground, and looked at Dean:
"These positions have obvious superimposition and mis-layering, and there is one place inside, which should be the position where the victim bleeds and even died at the end.
In order to cover up this place, the murderer deliberately mopped several places around and mopped it many times. "
"What's the point?" Dean became even more confused.
He had never been exposed to such a professional analysis before, so he didn't understand the point of Holz's words.
"This involves bloodstain analysis." Holz pointed to the female forensic officer who was frowning and thinking: "Melon is an expert in bloodstain analysis in our forensic department, Detective Dean, I think you may need her help. "
The female forensic officer heard Holz calling her name, regained her senses, and explained to Dean:
"Forensic doctors have a catchphrase that the corpse can talk.
It's not just a corpse.
Every drop of blood at the crime scene has its own story.
Through blood drop sputtering shape, trajectory, assay and other means.
We can infer the date of the crime, the murder weapon, the trajectories and movements of those involved, the left-handedness of the killer, the type of injury the victim suffered, and even whether the wound was fatal at the time. "
"but."
Mellon frowned again: "This place has been covered by a large number of blood traces, and it is difficult for us to obtain useful information through bloodstain analysis."
Make bricks without straw.
The bloodstains are all covered, and a fart analysis can only be done to identify the time, type and genetic information of the blood.
Dean finally understood now: "So you mean that the murderer knew the methods that the forensics department might use?"
"Yes." Mellon nodded: "For example, in the current situation, we can't lock the last location of the victim through blood traces, so we can't deduce the murderer's movement trajectory, body height, etc. In this case, In fact, it is more cunning than directly using reagents to clean up the blood residue."
Even with reagents, it may not be possible to completely remove all blood residue.
But it is difficult for you to find the black dots left before blacking on a piece of paper that is completely blacked out.
This is what the murderer thinks.
"Well, the murderer left us at least one dead dog." Dean was about to ask them to do something that could help: "Guys, please collect this blood from various locations and analyze the blood in it." components, surrounding walls, fireplaces, ceilings, etc.”
"Wait!" Mellon interrupted Dean, "You mean the ceiling, the walls, the furnace wall, and the blood stains?"
"Yes." Dean pointed to the top of his head: "But it's not very obvious."
Melon came to the place Dean pointed out.
After taking a few glances, she shook her head in disappointment: "There are too few traces for reference, and I can't analyze anything. If there are more reference traces in a few directions, it will be more or less the same."
Analysis requires data as a reference.
But there is too little data left on site.
After collecting some samples, the forensics department left with the rotten dead dog.
Lawrence hasn't come yet.
After the bald patrolman Hawke left, he still hasn't returned.
Bored, Dean walked to a corner of the fireplace.
On the wall here, there are more than a dozen photo frames hung in the shape of hearts. At first glance, people think that this is a loving family of four.
After Dean carefully looked at their group photo, a weird smile appeared on his face.
He discovered a very interesting thing.
In the photo, a man and a woman should be brothers and sisters, holding hands, smiling brightly, and looking at the camera.
This scene seems to be no problem on the surface.
But it is interesting to combine the eyes of the two parents.
Behind the brothers and sisters, the male master's eyes focus on the son's head from the corner of his eye, and the mother's eyes, like the male master, look at the back of the daughter's head.
"Is it because the father doesn't like the son and the mother doesn't like the daughter?" Dean squatted down and scanned the traces around the photo frame.
This photo, compared with other photos, is too inconsistent.
After looking at it, I found something strange.
This kind of photo frame, in order to maintain it for a long time, generally uses special materials. After the air inside is sucked out, the gaps are completely sealed with substances such as beeswax.
But the bottom gap of the family photo frame in front of me has lost its sealing function.
Someone opened the frame and replaced the photo inside.
Dean stretched out his finger, placed it on the bottom of the photo frame, and gently pulled it.
The photo that was originally fixed inside, like pulling out paper, voluntarily slipped down and fell into Dean's palm.
Pick up the photo.
Dean noticed that on the back of the photo, there was a sentence written in blood: Behind the sacred, it is full of lies and filth!
This sentence, coupled with this weird photo, seems to carry some kind of hint.
And if you look at these photos up close, you can easily find that this photo is different from the rest of the surrounding photos, as if deliberately reminding others that there is something wrong with it.
"Is this a case or a puzzle!"
Dean felt that the murderer was sick!
He re-stuffed the photo into the frame, then tore it all off.
Put away the photo frame.
Dean comes to the helper's guest room.
As soon as the door was opened, a strange smell came over the surface.
The room size is not small, a bit like a single apartment, with a separate bathroom and a TV on the wall.
Below the TV, there is a cabinet with a flashing VCD on it, and a bunch of discs on the VCD.
besides.
is littered toilet paper, smelly socks, beer cans and other garbage.
Dean walked to the VCD, picked up the discs and looked at them carefully.
Most of them are romantic movies, a few are western cowboy movies, and at the bottom, he also found a ***.
"Harry is here and will love this CD."
Dean smiled and returned to the villa hall with nothing.
at this time.
Hawke who left has finally returned.
He panted heavily, and handed two document bags to Dean: "The above is the basic information of the householder's family, and the other is the identity information of the helper. You will never guess who he was before!"
Thanks to the "Three National Football Brothers" book friends for the two thousand book coins reward, thank you boss.
cough cough~
The egg-laying speed of the old thief is a bit slow~
Mainly as a reader, I know which case the old thief wrote about. Although I didn't guess my second creation, I wrote the original case in the comment area.
This allows me to write normally without any sense of expectation.
I had to rewrite this chapter.
In addition, if possible, please do not spoil it~
please!
Changing the outline of the case is a waste of hair.
alright.
Good night, brothers.
(end of this chapter)
