Super Time Detective

After listening, Ouyang Tingting on the side quickly judged the significance of the banknotes and chips in this case:

“这么说，这人的死亡时间，应该是在1982年的1月11日到1986年的6月10日这段时间里咯？”

Ouyang Tingting seemed to have thought of something, frowned deeply, and said in a low voice: "I've been dead for 35 to 39 years...I'm afraid..."

Although she didn't say it in the second half, Ye Huairui and Zhang Mingming also guessed that what the girl wanted to say was "It's been too long, and I'm afraid that even the identity of the deceased may not be clear."

"It's ok."

Ye Huairui smiled and comforted his assistant:

"We're doing our best."

Ouyang Tingting nodded to show that she understood.

"Oh, right."

Ye Huairui glanced at the appraisal report in his hand again:

"There is still a piece of paper in the shirt pocket of the deceased. The physical evidence speculates that it may be a sticky note. It's a pity that it has been buried in the soil for too long, and it has been so rotten that nothing can be seen clearly."

Zhang Mingming shrugged:

"That's right. It's been more than 30 years. It's only hell that ordinary paper can be preserved."

His gaze moved to the chest of the corpse, and suddenly he thought of another question:

"By the way, what type of bullet was the one that killed him, have you found it out?"

Ye Huairui shook his head.

They dug three feet at the burial site but failed to find bullets or shell casings.

Without these two most intuitive and accurate physical evidence, the physical evidence can only determine that the caliber of the bullet should be 7.62mm based on the bullet holes left on the clothes.

However, there are quite a few pistols that use 7.62mm bullets. I haven't seen the real thing, and the physical evidence department is not sure which one it is.

"...However, the 7.62mm bullet..."

Ye Huairui whispered softly:

"...'That'... is also 7.62mm?"

Zhang Mingming didn't hear clearly, so he stuck his head over, "What did you say?"

"fine."

Ye Huairui shook his head, and didn't repeat what he said just now:

"Now, let's take a look at the corpse."

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"Male deceased, age at death... 40±2 years old. Presumed height... 164 cm..."

Ouyang Tingting recorded Ye Huairui's conclusion and commented:

"It looks like a middle-aged man who is not very tall."

Ye Huairui didn't speak, just silently stared at the right femur, which had been measured for height calculation, with serious eyes.

"Forensic Ye, what's wrong?"

The girl urged:

"Is there anything wrong?"

Ye Huairui: "...No."

He shook his head, "Do business first."

Ouyang Tingting: "??"

Ye Huairui didn't wait for the assistant to ask any more questions, he had already picked up a probe and motioned Ouyang Tingting and Zhang Mingming to look at the skull of the corpse.

"Look, here."

He tapped the probe on the right temporal bone of the skull, "Here, it's broken."

Indeed, just as Ye Forensic Doctor said, there is an oval wound on the right temporal bone of the skull, or in other words, it is not a standard drop-shaped wound, with a long diameter of about 2.5 cm and a long diameter in line with the sagittal axis of the skull. The fracture surface is almost parallel, the trace is not deep, and there is no obvious healing trace at the fracture site.

"This is a compression fracture on the outer layer of the skull. The cracks radiate outward, and there are bone fragments on the edge that are bent inward. It should be the scar left by some kind of hard heavy object pressing the skull."

Ye Huairui said:

"This usually indicates that the bone was fresh and elastic when the blow occurred."

He looked at Zhang Mingming and Ouyang Tingting, "How do you think this injury came about?"

"This……"

Zhang Mingming stared at the fracture, frowned in thought, "Since it's a trace of heavy weight..."

He subconsciously made a gesture of waving his hand.

"what!"

He suddenly realized, "Did someone hit the dead man's head with a hard object?"

Zhang Mingming subconsciously looked left and right, looking for something convenient to make a gesture with, but there was no suitable size and shape for a while, so he could only pretend to hold a brick, and moved towards an invisible object in front of him. Swipe hard.

"Like this..."

He turned his head and saw Ouyang Tingting, his eyes lit up:

"Tingting, how tall are you? About 1.6 meters, right?"

Ouyang Tingting seemed to have guessed what Zhang Mingming wanted to say, so she nodded, "That's right, 160 and three centimeters."

"Very good, almost like the dead!"

Zhang Mingming was happy.

He beckoned the girl to stand in front of him, with his back to him, then made a fist with his right hand, and waved it towards Ouyang Tingting's head.

"Sure enough, the location is just right!"

Comrade Er Ming's hand lightly landed on the girl's forehead, the position was almost the same as the fracture on the skull.

"The murderer should be like me now, holding some kind of hard object, approaching the victim from behind, and making a surprise attack—bang!"

He made another gesture of knocking on the void, but this time he didn't touch Ouyang Tingting at all.

Ye Huairui smiled:

"Although there were too many subjective factors in your simulated action just now, it was very interesting."

Zhang Mingming stared at him dissatisfied:

"Isn't this very reasonable? Why are there too many subjective factors?"

"Okay, let's go with your guess first."

Ye Huairui did not argue with his friend, but started to analyze according to Zhang Mingming's idea.

"Assuming that the victim was conscious and both were standing when the knock occurred..."

Pointing to the temporal wound on the right side of the skull, he said:

"Then the attacker should indeed have been standing behind the dead man, and he was right-handed."

Zhang Mingming nodded vigorously: "If you are face to face, you will usually dodge when you see something knocking on your head, right?"

He pointed to his temple:

"It hit one of the weakest parts of the entire skull in one hit. This hit rate doesn't seem to be fooled."

Ouyang Tingting also joined the discussion:

"So the attacker first approached the dead quietly?"

"Or maybe..."

Ye Huairui's eyes flashed, "The attacker was someone the deceased knew, so the deceased was defenseless against him, and easily let the other party approach his back."

"Correct!"

Zhang Mingming also felt reasonable: "This possibility is indeed very high!"

"Also, there is another problem."

Ye Huairui pointed to the sixth rib on the right side of the bone corpse that was almost broken by the bullet, "Since the murderer has a gun, why did he hit him on the head with a hard object?"

"……Yup!"

Zhang Mingming also realized the problem, "Wouldn't it be faster to kill people with one shot?"

Ye Huairui continued:

"Moreover, judging from the position of the bullet, one shot is already a fatal injury - at least it also makes the victim incapacitated, and can only wait for death with severe injuries."

Zhang Mingming nodded: "Indeed, it seems that there is no need to hit him on the head with a hard object."

Ye Huairui looked at Ouyang Tingting with a smile, "What do you think?"

"I think... there are two possibilities."

The girl thought about it for a while, "First, the murderer hit the dead man's head with a hard object first, and only after he found that the man was alive did he shoot again."

She paused:

"Secondly, for some reason, the murderer couldn't shoot in the first place."

"Can't shoot?"

Zhang Mingming raised his eyebrows: "For example?"

Ye Huairui said in a deep voice, "For example, gunshots."

Zhang Mingming: "!!"

Indeed, it is difficult to cover up the sound of a gunshot, and the sound of the gunshot is extremely easy to attract the attention of others, which is also a point that many murderers will worry about.

"So can we think about it that way?"

Comrade Er Ming quickly figured out the key point: "At first, the murderer was afraid that the sound of the gun would alarm other people, so he didn't dare to shoot, so he hit the opponent's head with a hard object. As a result, he didn't die, so he could only make up for it. gun!"

He looked at Ye Huairui with piercing eyes, as if he wanted to seek approval: "A Rui, am I right?"

Ye Huairui didn't answer right away, but just pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were rather dignified.

"perhaps……"

After a while, Ye Huairui said in a low voice:

"The murderer couldn't shoot at the beginning, so he hit the victim with a hard object...and then took him to the burial place, and then he fired the shot?"

Zhang Mingming nodded, feeling that his friend's guess seemed reasonable:

"It seems that the murderer is quite cautious."

Because he was worried that the gunshots would attract the attention of others, the murderer chose to hit the deceased with a hard object, knocking him out or killing him altogether.

Then he took the victim to the burial site—that is, the wasteland behind Fulan Village where the body was found. He found that the person was still alive, or just to be on the safe side, he shot again before wrapping the body in a tarpaulin. Buried in the ground.

"In addition, regarding the identity of this skeleton corpse..."

At this time, Ye Huairui said a very astonishing sentence calmly:

"I seem to have an idea."

Zhang Mingming: "What!?"

Even the always calm Ouyang Tingting opened her eyes wide: "Do you know who he is?"

"No, not sure yet."

Ye Huairui's eyes are fixed:

"But, if I'm not mistaken, then..."

—Then, things are very interesting.

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Tuesday, August 2021, 8 at 2:25pm.

Outside the window, there was lightning, thunder, and heavy rain. Ye Huairui was sitting in the basement of the villa, and told Yin Jiaming what he had discovered today.

【what! ? 】

After listening to Ye Huairui's explanation, Yin Jiaming was extremely shocked: [Hero Situ died a long time ago! ? 】

"Ah."

Ye Huairui nodded:

"Looking at it now, the possibility is indeed very high."

Yes, Ye Huairui suspected that the bone corpse found in the wasteland behind Fulan Village was probably the driver Situ Yingxiong who helped the robbers drive.

尸体的衣服口袋里有30多年前的钱币和筹码，以此判断，死亡时间应该是在1982年的1月11日到1986年的6月10日这段时间。

The robbery happened on July 82, 7, which indeed coincided with the estimated time of death.

In addition, according to the records in the file, Situ Yingxiong was 41 years old and 165 centimeters tall at the time of the incident, which is consistent with the height and age of the deceased as estimated by Ye Huairui.

Finally, there is one more point, that is-the robbers used a Type 64 pistol when they robbed the bank, and the caliber of the bullet was exactly 7.62 mm.