The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 278 The Record Player

The reaction started.

The blue light quickly appeared, and it was extremely conspicuous in the dark.

Shirley immediately snapped three photos from different angles.

This is fifteen dollars... He Nan couldn't help complaining from the bottom of his heart when he heard the sound of "Ka Ka Ka".

Alright... let's take a closer look.

He Nan carefully observed their shapes before the bloodstains disappeared.

Of course, this time is definitely not enough.

Soon, they began to dim, and eventually disappeared completely.

But Shirley had already developed the photo, so she could continue to observe the bloodstains on the photo with the flashlight on.

"Hmm..." He Nan watched silently for a while, and finally stretched out his finger to point to a scattered blood spot: "It seems that the first bleeding spot was here. Since the neck was slowly cut by the piano wire, the force was relatively light, so the initial bleeding The blood is dripping down, rather than splashing with strong kinetic energy. That's why it appears in this form."

"Yes. Basically, it is certain that he was attacked on the seat." Shirley nodded: "And judging from the location of the drop, the deceased turned his head back and was suddenly caught by the piano wire."

"It's impossible to determine the number of murderers from the blood. When the bleeding was heavy, it didn't splash on them...or it was splashed, but it didn't leave too conspicuous traces on the surrounding environment." He Nan turned and pointed to the phonograph Blu-ray on the screen: "Here, the shape of blood stains is unnatural. If it is suicide, it should be wrapped around the neck and then tied to the phonograph, and then the device will be activated. It stands to reason that the blood will start to bleed from the table without splashing To the horn..."

"So, it's true that my wife didn't commit suicide?" Although Tom couldn't read the bloodstains, he understood He Nan's meaning and asked quickly, "Are you sure?"

"The analysis may be wrong, so we are still not sure, but we are making good progress, and it should be soon." He Nan frowned, and turned to look at a large carpet not far from the stool in the center of the room: "It is also necessary to spray it here."

He picked up the luminol reagent and activator again and sprayed it.

As a result, a bit of blue light was detected from the edges of the carpet.

This aroused He Nan's vigilance.

A little luminol reaction on the carpet could mean more blood under the carpet.

However, when the carpet was lifted and sprayed, nothing was found.

Looks like there was just a little splash on the carpet...

...This means that Shirley "clicked" again just now, and it was for nothing.

Five dollars can be taken for nothing.

He Nan sighed secretly in his heart like this, and turned to look around, looking for other suspicious things.

Anything else suspicious?
...It's better to spray some on the doors and windows.

The murderer strangled the deceased in this way, and his hands were likely to be bloody.

He Nan thought about it, and sprayed the luminol reagent on the two windows and the door respectively.

But still nothing.

Sure enough, it was not that simple to determine that someone was murdered.

He Nan silently put away the reagents, thinking so.

…Otherwise the police would have easily determined that there was a murderer.

The police will spray the luminol reagent all over the house, and any suspicious traces that are too conspicuous will be found out immediately.

Well...that's the end of the usefulness of luminol.

He Nan walked to a window again and opened the curtain.Let the sun shine into the house.And Shirley opened the other door tacitly.

Then he switched off the flashlight, went to the gramophone, and began checking the stylus.

"Tom, was the music stuck when the body was found?" He Nan asked, "The police report was not written."

"Yes." He nodded helplessly: "Being stuck by her... being stuck by her body... the sound is very terrifying."

"Trying to move all the time, but being traced back to the same place in a short distance and playing the corresponding notes... Of course it sounds uncomfortable." He Nan nodded and asked again: "Was the music loud at that time? How far away was it heard? I wonder why nobody out there noticed something was wrong."

"It's not loud." Tom shook his head: "If you're at the door, you can hear it vaguely."

"Yeah." He Nan thought for a moment, fiddled with the switch with his fingers, but there was no response: "...We have to make it move. Only in this way can we know how hard the stylus is moving. Whether the battery is dead or has been removed gone?"

"It should be a power outage, so it can't be used..." Tom looked at the phonograph and said, "It was still working normally on the day the case happened."

"It's a D-size battery..." He Nan lifted the dusty gramophone down, disassembled the base, and looked at the battery compartment: "Xue Li, do you have a spare? One is enough."

"Of course." Shirley took out a D-size battery from her bag and handed it to him: "Hey, so what would you do without me?"

"Then I'm afraid I can only bring a toolbox by myself." He Nan smiled wryly, and then suddenly realized whether he should say "I can't live without you" at this time.

However, after all, we are solving the case now, and we still need to be more serious, so He Nan immediately put this thought behind him, and stuffed the thick battery into the compartment.

The so-called D size battery is D size battery.

It is called No.[-] battery in China.

Not many devices use this type of battery, but detectives often need it.

Because one of the must-haves for a detective is a flashlight.

...This thing often uses D-size batteries.

He Nan used to use the rechargeable one because it was more environmentally friendly.

... definitely not to save some money.

After installing the battery, He Nan laid it flat again and pressed the switch.

The phonograph immediately started up with a slight noise, and the record began to play.

Hmm... so classic.

He Nan was slightly fascinated by the tone.

Stylus plus record.

... The timbre produced by this combination has a unique charm.

It is completely different from the music played on computers, tape recorders, etc.

If I had to say it, it would be nostalgic.

...Although the nostalgia has nothing to do with my generation.

This should be called a sense of history...

From the voice, one can hear a kind of vicissitudes.

Thinking this way, He Nan held his chin to observe the trajectory of the needle, and then stared at the record carefully, his expression gradually becoming serious.

Then, he turned to Tom and asked, "Is this record the same as the one the deceased listened to before he died?"

"No," said Tom. "No."

"Where was the record card when the death scene was found? There is no photo in the police report."

"This... how do I remember?"

"Forget it, I'll find it myself." He Nan took out a magnifying glass and began to observe the scratches on the photo.

Records have a life.easily damaged.

When the stylus is stuck in a groove and rubbed repeatedly, the local wear of the record will be greater than that of the whole.

...And this may expose some problems.

(End of this chapter)