Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

He Wei didn't care much about the Gu family's affairs.

He put on his gloves, squatted down, and stared at the pried rolling shutter door lock, feeling a little worried.

If this is pried open again, the previous traces will definitely be destroyed.

But if he didn't pry it open, he would be really anxious.

Then he stood up, took Bai Ji'an's arm and walked a few steps away, trying to stay away from the center that made him anxious.

"What is the relationship between this shop owner and Zhao Qian?"

"According to Sun Qi and the neighbors in nearby shops, the shop owner here is a young single mother named Liu Minhui. Because her original husband was an alcoholic, the child was given to the woman during the divorce. She has opened a shop here for a long time. It's been a few years, and at first everyone had some objections to her opening such a store, but seeing the two of them relying on each other, they could only turn a blind eye. As for her and Zhao Qian, they have a cooperative relationship."

"Cooperation?" He Wei said: "It's the kind of thing where someone buys the funeral supplies, and she helps Zhao Qian to do business. And then you get a commission after everything is done?"

"almost."

"How could it be such a coincidence that we ended up here at Gu's house?"

Bai Ji'an never expected that the world would be so small.

He smiled bitterly and said: "Mrs. Yuan Shufen's eldest son Ju Wenbin and her daughter-in-law Sun Qi live in this community. Sun Qi met the shop owner Liu Minhui, so he bought her mother-in-law's funeral supplies from her, and then Liu Minhui naturally Zhao Qian, Mr. Yin and Yang, introduced her to her."

He Wei nodded, stared at the closed iron door, and said solemnly: "It seems that there are only two truths about the paper coffin case. Either the murderer is Liu Minhui, or Liu Minhui has also met the murderer and suffered an accident."

Following He Wei's direction, Bai Ji'an also looked at the iron gate, "I don't think the murderer is Liu Minhui."

He Wei looked sideways, "Why are you so sure?"

"It's just speculation." Bai Ji'an pointed to the door lock with signs of being picked. "Compared to the possibility of directing and acting, I am more inclined to believe that the murderer tried to break open the door and sneak into Liu Minhui's house in the middle of the night."

"why?"

"To steal a child."

"child?"

"Well, that's right." Bai Ji'an said, "Sun Qi said that Liu Minhui has a seven-year-old son."

He Wei suddenly remembered something and said, "Child urine?"

"Yes. After all, in the eyes of the murderer, exorcising evil spirits is not a trivial matter and requires great caution. A seven-year-old boy is safer."

After Chen Zeyang and the others arrived, perfectly removed the door lock and received Xiao Min's evidence bag, He Wei finally opened the door that had been closed for a long time.

Instantly, an unpleasant rancid smell penetrated the nasal cavity.

He Wei and Bai Ji'an were in front, followed by Han Yang, and Chen Zeyang maintained order outside the door.

The store was not only dark and gloomy, but also very crowded because it was surrounded by funeral supplies and there was little space for people to move around.

"It's too crowded..." Han Yang looked at the paper figures, paper cows, paper villas, and paper luxury cars lying on the ground. He couldn't help but kick them away to clear the way for his colleagues.

Suddenly, Bai Ji'an grabbed He Wei's arm and growled: "Be careful!"

He Wei stabilized his swaying body, silently retracted his outstretched leg, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Bai Ji'an looked at the former sniper who was said to have excellent eyesight speechlessly, "You can't see such a big person among the paper figures?"

There were indeed a lot of gaudy paper figures lying in front of them.

They were either boys or girls, or men and maids who looked to be adults.

It's as small as an adult's calf, and as big as an adult with a height of 160cm.

Originally, they were at the very back of the store, and the light was dim. At first glance, He Wei really didn't notice that among a group of paper figures, there lay a real person who had been dead for a long time.

"Is Cheng Nuo here?"

Han Yang shook his head helplessly: "I didn't expect there were still dead people."

"Let me do it." Bai Ji'an squatted down and said, "Turn on all the lights and take a photo with your phone."

Seeing that He Wei followed suit without saying a word, Han Yang could only obey.

He looked at Bai Ji'an who was concentrating, then quietly approached He Wei, and asked, "Captain He, does he know how to perform an autopsy?"

"I know a little bit, but I don't have the forensic medicine expertise like you." Bai Ji'an answered while inspecting the body. Then, he raised his head and looked at He Wei: "I don't have any tools, and I can't perform anatomy. I can only simply tell the approximate time of death and cause of death from the surface. Is that okay?"

He Wei smiled slightly and said, "I'll rest assured if you follow your pace."

After a while, Bai Ji'an stood up and rummaged through the funeral supplies near the body until he picked up a pile of soft, wrinkled yellow paper.

He walked to Hewei and said: "The time of death was at least 20 hours. There were no fatal injuries on the surface of the body, but there was a small amount of food refluxing in the mouth of the deceased. It looked like death due to suffocation. There was no one on the neck of the deceased. A circle or more than half of the circle was damaged, so the possibility of strangulation or hanging with a rope has been ruled out for the time being. Judging from the slight deviation of the mouth and nose, the remaining pale area around it, and the bleeding of the conjunctiva, I tend to believe that the victim was strangled to death by the murderer. of."

He Wei glanced at the yellow paper in his hand, "What is this for?"

"Oh." Bai Ji'an raised his hand and handed the yellow paper to He Wei, as if giving him something unimportant, and wrote lightly: "This is the murder weapon."

"Ah?!" Han Yang exclaimed. He looked at the plain yellow paper and asked, "How can you tell?"

Bai Ji'an flipped through it casually, and found that the back of the originally clean yellow paper had been stained by something.

"It's very simple. The first thing is the folds. The small folds in the middle of the paper are obviously different from the large folds around it."

Han Yang stared at it. He could see the difference, but it was difficult to draw conclusions after the difference.

He Wei swept his eyebrows and said calmly: "The big wrinkles are the marks left by pressing, and the small wrinkles are the marks left after the water stains have dried."

"That's right." Bai Ji'an continued: "Secondly, it's around the body. Except for this piece of paper, there is almost nothing that has been crushed. So two conclusions can be drawn. First, the paper figure next to the body It was messed up after the crime. Secondly, although people who are strangled, covered, or strangled will instinctively grab the things around them when they are attacked, but if the grabbed things have nothing to do with the identity of the murderer, then Most people would not take the initiative to touch it. After a period of time, the muscles of the deceased will contract and enter a state of rigor mortis, and the foreign objects in the hands will remain."

He Wei took the yellow paper from Bai Ji'an's hand and said, "But this thing fell nearly one meter away from the body, so there is only one possibility that it was thrown away by the murderer after the murder."

Bai Ji'an nodded, "As for the evidence, there are small wrinkles and water stains left in the middle. I suspect that when the murderer covered the deceased, the fluid in the mouth and nose of the deceased can be compared with the DNA of the corpse. In addition, the deceased's hands and feet were not restrained. But there is resistance to injury, and there is no possibility of his hands and feet being tied, so there is a high probability that the murderer's skin and tissue fragments will be left in the nails."

Bai Ji'an and He Wei, you said something to me, and it was up to whoever spoke, which made Han Yang's head feel like a rattle.

Seeing them finish speaking, Han Yang didn't even think about it. He looked at Bai Ji'an and sighed: "Why don't you become a policeman?"