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Zhang Kai suddenly interrupted him: "The deceased has lacerations on his oral mucosa. Was it caused by you forcing him to drink alcohol?"

Song Jun nodded vigorously, a painful expression on his face: "He struggled hard, half of the wine spilled on his body, and he also overturned the table. I was afraid of making too much noise, so I picked up the iron rod next to me and smashed it on his head. Blood immediately flowed down his forehead and dyed his eyes red." His voice began to tremble, "But he was still shouting, saying that even if he was killed, the evidence had already been hidden."

Lu Chuan pointed to a dark red mark on the ground and said, "Did you hit him on the head when you splattered blood here?"

"Yes, yes!" Song Jun suddenly covered his face, tears seeping out from between his fingers. "He fell to the ground and was still moving, so I poured the rest of the wine into his mouth. After a while, his hands and feet began to twitch, and I reached out to check his breath, and there was still breath!" He suddenly shouted out of control, causing echoes in the empty warehouse.

Wang Shuai flipped through the autopsy report and asked, "Was the old fracture of the deceased's right ulna also caused by this incident?"

Song Jun's body was shaking violently. "When he fell to the ground, he propped himself up with his hands, and I heard the sound of broken bones. My mind was blank at the time, and I just wanted to make sure he didn't leave alive. I ran out and drove the car in, and took out the hemp rope for tying goods from the trunk." He suddenly coughed violently, bent over, and the handcuffs made a harsh sound when they hit the ground. "I dragged him to the side of the car, pressed my knee against his back, and put the hemp rope around his neck with both hands."

Zhang Kai held up a photo of the groove on the victim's neck: "The groove is diagonal, which means you strangled him from behind and pulled him up with force?"

"Yes! I was strangling him and begging him not to report it, but his face turned purple and he was still staring at me and laughing." Song Jun suddenly broke down and cried, "By the time I reacted, he was already motionless. I touched his carotid artery, but couldn't find any pulse. My legs went weak and I collapsed to the ground."

Lu Chuan pointed to the drag marks on the ground and asked: "How did you deal with the body afterwards?"

Song Jun wiped the snot and tears from his face and pointed at the tire tracks on the ground: "I stuffed him into the trunk and wrapped him in several layers of waterproof cloth. After Chen Qiang found out, he kept urging me to surrender. I was afraid that the matter would be exposed, so I hit him on the head with a wrench. His face was covered in blood but he was still begging me, so I tied him up and forced him to help me dispose of the body." He staggered to the end of the tire tracks, "We drove the car to the dry well and used the crane on the construction site to lower the body down. I also poured half a bag of cement into the well, thinking that no one would find it."

At this time, the technician held up the evidence bag and said, "We extracted the deceased's skin tissue from the crane hook. It matches what you said."

Song Jun suddenly collapsed to the ground and banged his forehead heavily on the ground: "I was wrong, I was really wrong. Please, let me kowtow to Baode's family and confess my guilt." His cries echoed in the warehouse, startling the crows perched on the roof. The flapping sounds of their wings mixed with his confession dissipated in the gray morning mist.

This case took a long time to investigate. To be honest, it was a unique case that Lu Chuan and others encountered when investigating various cases. The investigation took a long time and the process was complicated. Although the case involved the suspect, the final result of the investigation was not full of suspense and twists, but in the process of determining the identity of the deceased, the police still spent a lot of effort. This is not common in the process of investigating cases in the past.

However, soon after this case was over, the Criminal Investigation Detachment received another case.

Just after the autumnal equinox, the golden-red corn stalks were drooping with plump ears in the morning mist. Lu Chuan's hands on the steering wheel suddenly tightened. The coordinates from the intercom showed that the crime scene was in the cornfield at the north end of Qinggang Village. The 20-mu corn forest was now rippling with the wind, but it could not cover up the stench from deep inside.

"Keep the exploration channel!" Lu Chuan kicked the corn cob that rolled down beside his feet when he jumped out of the car, and the yellow kernels splashed outside the cordon. Yang Lin was already kneeling three meters east of the body, with a Nikon D850 camera equipped with a macro lens, and the UV lens in front of the lens glowed coldly in the sun. Yang Sen was operating a D laser scanner, and the blue-green beam penetrated the fog and wove a flowing grid on the corn leaves.

The body was lying on its side in a ditch in a weird curled-up position, its rotten face covered with maggots, and its gray-brown shirt was torn to pieces. Yang Lin held his breath and placed the scale next to the body. Suddenly, a metallic reflection flashed in the viewfinder. "Wait!" He carefully opened the dead man's rotten fingers with tweezers, revealing a silver ring with the blurred initials "ZY" engraved on the inside of the ring.

"Take a 30x macro shot, focusing on recording the details of the engraving." Yang Sen came closer, creating a gust of wind that scared away the green-headed flies on the body. He suddenly squatted down as the corn leaves rustled: "Drag marks!" On the wet soil, a drag mark about centimeters wide extended from the depths of the cornfield, with a few strands of dark blue fibers embedded on the edge.

Wang Shuai stopped the frightened reporter, Lao Zhou, at the edge of the field. Rainwater quickly soaked his notebook and asked, "When did you find it?" The old farmer wiped his face with his muddy hands and said, "I came to pick corn at dawn and saw the body curled up there." He suddenly grabbed Wang Shuai's arm and said, "I didn't see it when I finished work yesterday evening. It must have been at night."

Lu Chuan squatted beside the drag mark, picked up the fiber with his fingertips and put it close to his nose: "Nylon material, like a truck tarpaulin." His eyes swept across the dirt road at the end of the cornfield, where the fresh ruts were slowly soaked by the morning dew. Suddenly, a rustling voice came from the walkie-talkie: "Captain Lu, suspicious tire marks were found 500 meters to the east!"

Yang Lin then raised the ultraviolet lamp, and suddenly a lavender fluorescence appeared on the back of the corpse. "It's blood spatter!" He immediately adjusted the camera parameters, and under the long-wave ultraviolet light, the blood spots that were difficult to see with the naked eye were as clear as stars in the photo. Yang Sen simultaneously used an electrostatic adsorbent to collect trace evidence, and the transparent tape was soon covered with tiny blood beads.

The corn leaves whimpered in the wind. Lu Chuan looked at the strange passage formed by the corn stalks that had been pushed aside, and suddenly realized something: "The murderer is familiar with the terrain." His fingers slid across the broken section of the corn stalks, the fresh ends still bluish-white, "He knew which direction to enter from without alerting the villagers, and" he bent down and picked up half a piece of corn with teeth marks, "He dared to dump the body during the autumn harvest season. He must be extremely confident or have other purposes."

Wang Shuai rushed over at this time, and the newly added records in the notebook were still blurring: "Lao Zhou said that around 10 o'clock last night, he heard the sound of a tractor coming from the direction of the cornfield, but he didn't see the license plate clearly. (End of this chapter)