Forensic without kites

Chapter 111 Blood on the Nib (14)

"Mo Bai."

He was startled, and hurriedly raised his head, the scalpel in his hand was still stained with dark brown blood.

"What, what's the matter, Chief?"

"Pass me the yindao dilator."

Mo Bai blushed, "Uh... ok, ok."

The man next to him who had been hanging his head suddenly raised his head, glanced at her lightly, and said, "Don't look at it. The female deceased did not suffer any sexual violence during her lifetime."

Mo Bai kicked his feet to run out, and suddenly stopped.

"how do you know?"

He closed his eyes, and his slender hands dug up and down the dead man's skull. The rubber gloves brought out puddles and puddles of dark brown blood with a pungent smell.He took out a lump of dark brown brain tissue and placed it in a stainless steel organ tray.

"Except for the bruises found on the deceased's hands and feet, the female deceased did not leave any scars on her thighs, such as half-moon marks. The murderer's original intention of the murder was not here, and the possibility of sexual assault can basically be ruled out."

He didn't lift his head, his cold voice floated in the dazzling light.

Wuyuan pursed her lips and raised her eyes to stare at him, but she couldn't make a sound for a long time.

The three went to the dissecting table together.Soon, an autopsy was over before sunset.

Jiang He sorted out the autopsy report in his hand, and asked, "Captain, how should the cause of death of the three corpses be written..."

Gu Jingnian interrupted him.

"The body of the deceased died of organ failure due to body damage caused by sudden freezing."

He took off the mask, quickly peeled off the blood-stained gloves in his hand, reached out and took two bottles of water from the table behind him, and with a movement of his fingers, he threw a bottle of water forward.

Just as Wu Yuan took off her gloves, she saw a bottle of water rushing towards her, and she hurriedly reached out to take it.

The water bottle jumped a few times in her arms, and was finally held down by her.It's just that the bottle has been stained with a lot of blood from the dead.

She frowned.

He was hesitating whether to unscrew the bottle cap, but he heard him say unhurriedly: "Chief Wei, after standing for so long, you'd better drink some water. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll faint. After all, you're a criminal with a criminal record." people."

Her slender fingers clenched the water bottle tightly, she frowned, reached out and unscrewed the water bottle, and said, "Thank you."

Hei Mou stared at her closely, raised his head and drank half of the bottle of water, while his sexy throat was rolling, he reached out and threw the bottle into the trash can, turned around and strode out.

Late at night.

There was still a light on in the huge provincial hall.Gu Jingnian stood in front of a whiteboard, and the heavy night around him rushed towards him like a tide, dragging his tall figure on the smooth floor.

The light of the incandescent lamp radiated through the green plastic lampshade, hitting several black-and-white pictures pasted on the whiteboard. Pain.

He lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes in the cloud and mist, and stared at the photos on the whiteboard, falling into deep thought.

This makes no sense.

The murderer killed three people.Bind them, strip them of their clothes, and expose them to freezing air to freeze to death.During this period, the murderer witnessed the whole process closely.

There was no sexual assault, no cruel torture of the deceased, and no organ was taken from the deceased.It does not appear to be an act of revenge, nor is it committed by an insane person.

It is impossible for a mental patient with abnormal logic to keep the scene clean.

So why did the murderer go to such lengths in the end to paint the picture with red paint between the two containers?
What is the meaning of the content of the painting, and what does the smeared path suggest.

I couldn't help feeling irritated in his heart, somewhere, he always felt that things were not that simple, and the murderer was not following the rules.

He squinted his eyes and took a big puff of the cigarette. Before the smoke could come out from his mouth and nose, the phone on the table rang.

The monotonous ringing of the bell echoed in the empty night, which was extremely piercing.

　Well, writing suspense late at night, brother Jiu is really scary~
　　good night, everyone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)