Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 35 You're ready to graduate!

Inside the morgue.

The two dead Japanese soldiers lay quietly on the wooden plank bed, their clothes already put back on.

The Imperial Army soldiers, who were killed, stripped naked, and left to rot in the street, were naturally not to be humiliated by the Japanese. So they were transported here immediately.

Wearing white gloves, Duomen touched the victim's neck and exclaimed in admiration, "The murderer was really strong. With this level of crushing, the head must have turned to the back of the neck."

"The muscles and blood vessels in the neck were torn, with local congestion and even small-scale bleeding. This was a fatal blow! The action was clean and swift, without any hesitation. This is a master!"

Cao Weida felt strange; being praised in front of the dead made him quite uncomfortable.

Even more bizarrely, he, the murderer, was asked to cooperate with the investigation of the murderer.
Duomen made way for them. "Cao'er, you should try it out too. Don't worry about figuring anything out, just consider it as gaining experience. What you learn will be your own."

Cao Weida felt even more puzzled. As someone with top-notch criminal investigation skills, and the fact that he was the one who killed the victim, he knew all too well what had happened.

However, he did not refuse and, wearing gloves, also searched both corpses.

"Did you notice anything?"

"The deceased had no other external injuries and showed no signs of resistance. Judging from the angle, the deceased was likely attacked from behind and had his neck snapped in one fell swoop, resulting in death. The whole process was decisive and swift." Tsk, it feels really strange to admire one's own work.

He didn't have the peculiar habit of going to the scene to admire his masterpiece after killing his target.

"Yes, decisive and swift enough," Duomen said eloquently. "The method of killing was very professional, without any hesitation or fuss, just like something a professional would do."

The so-called professionals naturally refer to those special agents.

"The Red Party is generally quite low-key and will absolutely not provoke trouble if they can avoid it. Based on this, it should be the Kuomintang that did it, but we don't know whether it was the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics or the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics who did it."

At this point, he added with some doubt: "But what's strange is, why would they kill two ordinary Japanese soldiers? According to the files and the location of their deaths, those two Japanese soldiers were probably drunk and heading to the secret passage for some fun. They couldn't possibly have some important intelligence on them, could they? This doesn't make sense."

"Master, are you so sure it was the Kuomintang who did it?" Cao Weida wondered.

"Uncertain, but most likely. Who else could it be? A passionate lone wolf? It's not impossible." Duomen shook his head.
"Forget it, who cares? Whether it was the laymen or the Kuomintang who did it, this matter will probably not be resolved."

"The Japanese coroner went there after the incident but found nothing. The murderer was not only skilled but also had very professional counter-surveillance techniques, leaving no clues behind."

"Trying to find the murderer in a city of 1.7 to 1.8 million people without any clues is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

Clearly, Duomen did not think the Japanese would be able to catch the murderer.

"Hey, Master Duo, look, there seems to be something off about these two."

"where?"

"Look, here, here, and here, it seems like he was kicked before he died, and there are faint signs of subcutaneous hematoma formed after death. Do you think this clue is useful?"

"Of course it's useful. Any tiny clue is crucial for solving a case. Perhaps a small detail can connect the whole case."

Duomen took a closer look and indeed saw faint signs of subcutaneous hematoma.

A subcutaneous hematoma occurs when someone suffers a blow before death but does not die. If the blow causes a local blood vessel to rupture, blood may accumulate at the rupture site after death, potentially leading to traumatic bleeding.

Such a situation usually occurs 2-4 hours after death.

It's estimated that the Japanese autopsy staff didn't even notice this situation before.

After a careful examination, Duomen overturned his previous conclusion, saying, "It seems that the possibility of Kuomintang agents being involved has decreased. The murderer may very well be a patriotic and patriotic person."

"Let's go, we've finished the investigation, let's take a stroll."

They were just going through the motions here; even if they discovered something, they wouldn't bother reporting it to the Japanese.

Just kidding, the ones who died were the Japanese devils they hated, not Chinese people, so what business is it of theirs?

Are you suggesting we help the Japanese invaders persecute patriots?
Has he gone mad?
As dawn broke, more and more people appeared on the screen.

Although they were ravaged last night, life goes on, and the whole family still needs to eat. This won't affect their lives. At most, they might curse the stinky-footed patrolman or the black-skinned dog behind their backs.

The two found a breakfast stall and sat down. Duomen asked, "I'm asking you, why did I just say that the possibility over there was lower?"

He didn't mention the KMT because he was worried about being overheard, especially on the street.

If any negative remarks were made and heard by traitors who wanted to curry favor with the Japanese, it would be quite troublesome.

Cao Weida smiled slightly. Duomen had no idea that his criminal investigation skills had surpassed his master's. After all, the world of overpowered individuals was simply incomprehensible to outsiders. He 'analyzed': "Based on past experience, if the people over there take action, they are usually clean and efficient, without doing any other useless work."

"The fact that the deceased did not struggle before death indicates that the attack was fatal, but the presence of subcutaneous hematoma suggests that the victim was attacked by the murderer while still partially dead."

"The impact could not have been caused by a sharp weapon. Judging from the shape, it seems to have been kicked out by someone."

"So, this should be someone who is agile and full of passion, that kind of person."

Duomen looked at him with approval, "Cao'er, you're almost ready to graduate. With these skills, you can make a living anywhere."

"Hey, my skills are just a smattering of what you've learned," Cao Weida said modestly.

"Besides, these days it's better to mind your own business. Do more and do more, or you won't do anything wrong. I still want to learn from you for another three to five years."

He wasn't interested in solving cases. What good is being a brilliant detective these days?
He just wants to develop quietly and doesn't want to be a troublemaker.

When someone becomes too famous, they tend to attract attention.

For example, if he demonstrates exceptional crime-solving skills, and the Japanese soldiers ask him to work, should he refuse or not?

He refused, figuring that if he didn't run away, he would basically give up.

If we don't refuse, wouldn't that be helping the Japanese devils harm our own compatriots?

Putting aside whether he would be eliminated for treason, even if he wasn't, he would still have a good outcome after the victory of the War of Resistance.
Duomen chuckled, then shook his head and said with a smile, "You really are a clever little monkey, always so cunning."

"But that makes sense. You're quick-witted, so you don't need the salary of a patrol officer to support your family."

"By the way, speaking of making a living, what did Third Aunt say? When will she send him home?"

A concubine is not the principal wife, so she can only be given away, not married. Although the status of concubines has improved slightly compared to that of concubines in the past, most people still resist being cuckolded, so concubines are generally not allowed to entertain guests.

However, the status of a concubine is still vastly different from that of the principal wife.

"We're looking for a house right now, but the money for the buyout has already been paid. Once the house is settled, we can get it done immediately."

"But speaking of which, Master Duo, how's that thing I told you about urging me to find a sister-in-law for me? It's been so many days, why haven't we heard anything about it?"

The topic suddenly turned back to himself, and Duomen blushed a little. While the waiter brought the food, he buried his head and mumbled, "Eat, eat. No talking while eating or sleeping!"

"Tch~~ Master Duo, hiding your head in the sand isn't something we encourage. Love between men and women is something new and exciting." He then looked at Duomen suspiciously. "Master Duo, you're not impotent, are you?"

He grinned mischievously. "Master Duo, would you like me to teach you? Let me tell you."

"You'd better not tell me," Jiu Nian quickly stopped him. This brat was actually trying to provoke me!
But I must say, this trick actually worked quite well for him!
Or rather, it works quite well for most men!
What man would admit he's incapable?
Which man doesn't have a competitive spirit?
"Just you wait, I'll bring you a sister-in-law in a few days, then you'll know whether your grandpa is any good or not!"

"Then I'll wait." Cao Weida stood up with a smile, and under the questioning gazes of many, he walked to the side of a man with a few pockmarks on his right cheek and patted him on the shoulder:
"Brother, stealing money on my turf, isn't that a bit disrespectful to me?"

Just now, while he was talking to Duomen, the pockmarked man across from him took money out of the stall owner's pocket while the stall owner was serving breakfast.

Not content with his initial success, he then stole from the pocket of a female diner nearby.

His skillful technique clearly indicates he's a repeat offender!

Seeing this, Duomen could hardly contain himself; he'd been pickpocketed!

He rose silently, ready to support Cao Wei Da at any moment.

The man with pockmarks was suddenly stopped and froze for a moment, then bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Which blind bastard is it?" As he turned around, cursing, his action of rolling up his sleeves paused.

The anger on his face vanished, replaced by a fawning smile, and he bent slightly at the waist: "Oh, isn't this Master Duo? Greetings."

As for Cao Wei Da, who was holding him, he ignored him completely.

"Hey Wang Mazi, this isn't very classy of you," Duomen said, gesturing for Cao Weida to release his grip. He then continued speaking to the pockmarked man.
“You, Wang Mazi, are a big shot in the underworld. We’ve always kept to ourselves, but you’re doing this on my turf. Isn’t that a bit too much of a breach of etiquette?”

Duo Men's case-handling ability is quite good, and he knows people from all walks of life, from scoundrels to rogues.

He didn't want to cause trouble, nor did he want to meddle too much, so generally speaking, both sides had their own tacit understanding.

Thieves and pickpockets should not cause trouble in his territory, and scoundrels should not cause further trouble after others have paid the cleaning fee, nor should they charge excessive amounts.

For so many years, both sides have always followed the rules, but now Wang Mazi has broken the rules, so naturally, Duomen has to say something about it.

(End of this chapter)