Super Time Detective

Regardless of who was present at the time and whether Wang Yan was killed or not, in Officer Huang's opinion, there was no need for him to wear a pair of socks for Wang Yan.

Indeed, what has a pair of socks to do with hanging?

A pair of socks on the feet will neither suffocate people nor make strangulation, strangulation or other murder methods look like they hanged themselves!

Officer Huang and his partner became more and more confused as they thought about it, and their eyebrows were deeply knit together.

"I have an idea about this."

Ye Huairui also frowned, and his eyes fell on the neck of the deceased, "But it's just speculation for the time being, there is no evidence."

"What do you think!"

Officer Huang didn't mind at all whether there was evidence, and just wanted someone to clarify his doubts quickly.

Ye Huairui glanced at Police Officer Huang: "I think the reason is still in that padded chair."

"what?"

Officer Huang was still at a loss: "What do you mean?"

Ouyang Tingting on the side suddenly had a flash of inspiration and guessed what Ye Huairui was thinking.

"You mean, the palm prints?"

The girl pointed at Wang Yan's feet, "Because the man couldn't leave Wang Yan's footprint on the chair, so he put on socks for her to cover up the flaw."

Ye Huairui nodded, confirming her guess.

When human skin touches a smooth and clean surface, body secretions, such as sweat and oil, will leave fingerprint lines on it, which are not easy to be found visually, called "latent fingerprints".

In fact, not only fingers, as long as it is skin, may leave such marks of oil and sweat mixture on the surface of objects.

The most common ones are toes, palms, soles, even lips, face and so on.

But after a person dies, the body's metabolism will naturally stop, there will be no secretion of oil and sweat, and of course it will not be easy to leave fingerprints.

Ye Huairui speculated that when Wang Yan died—no matter how she died, because she was in her own home, she was probably barefoot, or the slippers she was wearing were rubbed off during the struggle, and the soles of her feet were stained with wind and rain. coming sewage.

After the murderer killed the person, he obviously wanted to arrange the scene as if he had hanged himself, and disguised Wang Yan's death as a suicide, so as to escape the police's investigation.

Since it is a suicide, it must conform to the logic of the suicide scene, and a bench for the deceased needs to be arranged.

But the police and the forensic doctor are not stupid. If Wang Yan was barefoot but did not detect the footprints left by the deceased on the bench, it would be equivalent to directly telling the police that the scene was faked.

So the murderer put socks on Wang Yan, so that even if no footprints were left, it would not look so suspicious.

"It seems that the murderer..."

Police officer Huang paused, and changed to a more rigorous statement:

"I mean, the person who put the socks on Wang Yan obviously has some forensic knowledge."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of all the people present suddenly became dignified.

Yes, if you can think of the foot prints on the bench, and know that after death, the oil and sweat glands stop secreting, it is difficult to leave the soles of the feet. Therefore, if you think of putting socks on the dead, you must have a basic understanding of forensic science.

"That's no wonder..."

Officer Huang walked to the dissection table and pointed to the neck of the deceased, "No wonder he can create such realistic hang marks!"

After all, he turned his head to look at Ye Huairui, his eyes full of hope:

"Forensic Ye, do you have any thoughts about the scar on her neck?"

Ye Huairui blinked suspiciously: "What do you think?"

"Of course, how did the injury get like this!"

Officer Huang said:

"If you don't understand this point, there is no way to investigate this case!"

Although the stain on the bottom of Wang Yan's feet is suspicious, it is only a "suspicious point" and cannot be proved.

Unless an autopsy or other stronger evidence can prove that Wang Yan died of homicide rather than suicide.

"I really don't have any idea about this..."

Ye Huairui shook his head.

"Honestly, I don't have the slightest idea right now."

He sighed softly:

"We can only do an autopsy first to see if we can find any clues."

In another time and space, on August 1982, 8, at one thirty-five in the morning.

While forensic doctor Ye was busy dealing with Wang Yan's murder case, Yin Jiaming didn't obediently wait in the basement of the villa as Ye Huairui thought.

He has been thinking about how to exhume Situ hero's body.

Because Ah Hu had just had an accident, Yin Jiaming made an agreement with the girl to reduce the number of meetings for fear of hurting Lele.

Originally, Lele would come to deliver supplies every two to three days, but now it has been reduced to only once every five days or even a week.

As for the usual diet, there is no refrigerator in the basement, so Yin Jiaming can only survive on canned food and compressed biscuits.

But Yin Jiaming felt that the most difficult thing was the stronger sense of isolation than before.

New newspapers, magazines, and books that were originally available in two or three days now have to be extended to five or six or seven days.

While waiting for new news, Yin Jiaming was like a prisoner on an isolated island, completely unaware of what was happening outside.

——Fortunately, I still have Ah Rui, otherwise I am afraid that I will really go crazy.

Yin Jiaming comforted himself while thinking about how to exhume the corpse.

Lele just came here on the night of the 8th. When she comes back next time, it will be at least four or five days later.

Of course, he can wait for Lele to come next time and ask her to help bring a digging tool, but in this case, it will take a long time.

Now Yin Jiaming is preoccupied with finding the real culprit and avenging Ah Hu, so naturally he doesn't want to delay for a day.

But he couldn't dig up Situ Yingxiong's body with a spoon.

Fortunately, he has figured out a way.

The villa area where he is now is still under construction, and a hundred meters away are scaffolding made of bamboo poles and workers' houses.

Of course, there is no lack of construction tools on the construction site, and shovels for digging and filling sand are standard equipment.

——Yes, Yin Jiaming planned to venture out and sneak into the construction site at night to steal a shovel.

This is of course very dangerous. Not only is it easy to be caught on the spot, but someone may notice clues afterwards and discover his hiding place.

But Yin Jiaming thought about it and felt that he had no better choice.

And just do what you say - it will definitely be too late to dig up the corpse tonight, but there is still plenty of time to sneak up on the shovel.

Yin Jiaming kept staring at the situation outside through the transom.

He waited patiently until three o'clock in the morning to make sure that the night watchman had returned to the board room where he was resting and the lighting on the construction site was reduced to the minimum. Then he took the flashlight, turned on the mechanism of the secret room, and slipped out of the house quietly.

In the middle of the night in the villas in the middle of the mountain, except for the sound of wind and insects, there is no sound at all.

The construction site of this era has not yet popularized high-power lighting.

It is still popular to hang a long wire in the air in the construction area, and hang a light bulb at a certain distance.

Yin Jiaming carefully slipped into the construction site, looking for the shovel he wanted.

He had never dared to approach a place with people before, and this was of course the first time he had touched here.

Fortunately, Yin Jiaming had worked as a temporary worker on a construction site before, so he probably knew some of the rules of the construction site.

This construction site is started during the day and rests in the evening. Most of the workers live in the workshops at the foot of the mountain, and a few people are left on duty at the construction site every day.

Every day when work ends, workers put tools such as shovels, hammers, and crowbars into the tool room and lock them to prevent theft.

It took Yin Jiaming a little time to find the tool room, then used the lockpicker he carried with him to pry open the door lock, and sneaked into the tool room.

Not daring to delay, he quickly took a shovel, slipped out of the tool room, restored the lock he had pried open, and then planned to go back to the basement of the villa.

At this time, he saw a light approaching from far to near, unsteadily approaching him.

Yin Jiaming quickly dodged and hid behind the wall.

"Tomorrow, after the night shift, I have an appointment to find Sister Xiang to beat her back, do you want to come together?"

A worker held a flashlight in his hand and said to his companions:

"Very comfortable!"

"Forget it, aren't you tired?"

His companion replied:

"Besides, don't you need money to beat your back? You only have so much money every day, so save some money, or your wife won't be able to save it in her next life!"

While joking and bickering, the two walked towards the toilet.

Yin Jiaming hid in a secret place, not daring to move, just waiting for them to pass by as soon as possible.

"Hey, with our little money, we won't be able to save enough for my wife to die! It's better to have fun when you can!"

Then the worker said:

"So it's no wonder Yin Jiaming is going to rob the bank, who the hell doesn't want to make more money!"

Yin Jiaming didn't expect that half a month had passed since the robbery, and he would be cueed even when someone went to the bathroom in the middle of the night!

He was really angry and helpless.

"Bah, do you have the guts to rob a bank?"

Another person retorted, "Besides, even if you really robbed so many jewels, do you know how to get rid of them? You still can't get the money!"

While chatting, the two passed the tool room where Yin Jiaming was hiding.

"Hey, I don't know how to make a move, do you know it?"

The two workers started arguing.

Yin Jiaming had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard another person say:

"Don't tell me, I really know!"

The man said in an almost boastful tone:

"I have an old cousin who works under the group of people in the "big circle" in the harbor, and their "sitting" is only engaged in the business of reselling these things..."

He said, lowered his voice, and said to his companion mysteriously:

"But the 'draft' is very deep, fifty to five points!"

At this time, the two had already walked a certain distance, and Yin Jiaming could only hear the general idea with his ears pricked up.

But their topic really aroused Yin Jiaming's interest, and he couldn't help but want to hear more.

—Forget it, let’s follow!

Yin Jiaming put his mind to one side, and risked being discovered, quietly stalked behind the two workers like a tail...