Chapter 12: Abnormal Corpse
"Wang Zheng!"
Gu Xia pulled the rope, which was as thick as his wrist, with all his might, and then wrapped the excess rope around his waist. At the same time, he did not forget to use his feet to support the edge of the execution platform to ensure that the rope would not suddenly fall and really kill Wang Zheng.
"Hey, just a little bit short." Wang Zheng sighed. He had recovered from the state of imitation. Looking at the guillotine above his head, he felt a slight chill on the back of his neck. "What's going on?"
"The switch suddenly came off the handle just now. You didn't tie it up properly." Gu Xia was furious.
"Impossible." Wang Zheng opened the shackles and found a safe place to sit down. "The rope was tied by Gao Feng. I have personally confirmed that this is impossible. The only possibility is that someone opened it from behind just now."
"The murderer hasn't left yet?" Gu Xia was a little surprised.
If the murderer had not left the scene and had been able to avoid the police who initially surrounded the auditorium, it would have shown how strong the murderer's psychological quality and anti-reconnaissance capabilities were.
"He's not the murderer." Wang Zheng wiped his neck. "The murderer should have left when the police were called or when the audience arrived. Even if he has a strong mentality, he can't go back to the crime scene. Let's go and take a look."
Wang Zheng stood up and walked a few steps, supporting Gu Xia, who looked very embarrassed, and the two of them came to the backstage door of the auditorium.
Sure enough, the door had been opened, and the fire escape door outside also showed signs of being opened, but it was not closed tightly. It was obvious that the person left in a hurry.
"Is your waist okay?" Wang Zheng sounded very relaxed after checking the back door.
Judging from the clues at the scene, as he expected, the person who opened the back door just now was not the murderer.
"My waist is okay, but if I let you keep playing like this, my heart won't be able to take it." Gu Xia looked at Wang Zheng with lingering fear.
"Let's go and see what Bai Ling and the others have discovered."
After confirming that the person who opened the door was not the murderer, the two men felt a lot more relieved. After all, the murderer did not return to the scene, which was enough to prove that he had not yet reached the point of being truly unscrupulous. For the task force, it was still a good thing.
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As soon as Wang Zheng and Gu Xia entered the room, Bai Ling stopped what she was doing, took off her mask and revealed a disgusted expression on her face. Wang Zheng and Gu Xia looked down, and the originally relaxed expressions on their faces became even uglier.
Chen Shuai's body had indeed been tampered with, and to be more precise, it was more like he had been tortured.
His limbs were spread apart on the bed, and there was a long, slightly curved wound on his back. Strangely, there was not a drop of blood near the wound.
"what's the situation?"
Gao Feng, who then pushed the door open, was startled. He was about to speak but was stopped by the looks of the other three.
"It was my negligence." Bai Ling looked unhappy. "I didn't notice it in the auditorium, but after coming here, I found that all the wounds and broken limbs were fixed up."
"It's not your problem." Gu Xia sighed, "What is the thing that fixes the broken limbs?"
"This." Bai Ling picked up an iron plate and pointed at several nearly transparent lines on the plate. She said, "The murderer used these lines to fix the body of the deceased. When I first performed the autopsy, I almost overlooked this key clue due to the reflection of sunlight. Fortunately, Wang Zheng reminded me of this problem, so I discovered it. But what are these lines?"
"This is a fishing line." Gu Xia recognized the line on the iron plate and frowned, saying, "This is the thinnest type of fishing line. It is usually used by elderly people to fish for small fish in the river. It is very common in the market, and every brand makes it. It is hard to use it as a clue."
"There is another thing. One of the deceased's ribs is missing. I don't know if it was taken away by the murderer."
Bai Ling reached out and uncovered the scar on Chen Shuai's back. Just as she said, his body was supposed to have twelve pairs of ribs, but one rib above the spine was missing, so it could not form a pair.
"The murderer took it away." Wang Zheng was silent for a while, then continued, "What is the relationship between the person who reported the case and the deceased?"
"The two were classmates but in different departments." Gao Feng took out his notebook and read his notes. "The deceased, Chen Shuai, played the second male lead in a stage play on the afternoon . However, because the performance was not satisfactory, the two had a conflict backstage and the deceased insulted the person who reported the case."
"Could it be that the reporter staged the murder of the deceased himself?" Bai Ling pondered, "This would not only satisfy his own pleasure of revenge, but also, as the reporter, we wouldn't focus our attention on him?"
"I think so too." Gao Feng began to think, "There are many cases that often become unsolved cases because we don't consider the person who reported the case."
All of a sudden, everyone fell silent.
According to common sense, the person who reported the case is indeed the most suspicious, and there were certain conflicts between the two before the incident. It is difficult to clear the person who reported the case of suspicion with just a few words.
"I don't think so." Wang Zheng shook his head. "If it was an ordinary college student who committed the crime, would he have such a good mental quality to dismember the victim and take out his ribs? And the modification of the execution platform is very problematic."
"That's true." Gao Feng scratched his head thoughtfully.
"Okay, next question." Gu Xia said, "According to the report, he called the deceased before he died and heard the deceased's voice, but the deceased was already dead. What happened to this call?"
According to the autopsy results, when the person who reported the case called, the deceased had already been dismembered and his head had been chopped off. No matter from which angle you look at it, this matter is a bit weird.
"I checked with the call operator." Gao Feng frowned. "The call was indeed answered, but we didn't find a mobile phone at the scene, and the police who left earlier also said that they didn't find any electronic products."
"The phone is with the murderer." Wang Zheng suddenly said, "We may have made a mistake! The murderer may have left the scene long ago. As for the phone, it is very likely that he took it away and prepared a recording in advance. As soon as the call is connected, the first person who answers the phone will hear the prepared recording, proving that the deceased said it at the scene!"
"So..." Gu Xia pondered, "The murderer did this to create a false time of death!"
"It's very likely." Wang Zheng reached out and touched his chin. "I think the recording was most likely made by the murderer using post-production software. We can study this aspect in detail and maybe we can gain something."
"Okay! I will go to the local operators now and ask them to help with the investigation." Gao Feng turned around and prepared to leave.
"I don't think so." Wang Zheng stopped Gao Feng and said, "I think it would be better to ask the local police to provide a technical team to locate the victim's phone. If the phone was taken away by the murderer, then the phone is likely still in the murderer's possession!"
"I understand!" Gao Feng immediately understood what Wang Zheng meant and trotted out of the forensic room.
"Why did the murderer do this?" Gu Xia stood beside Chen Shuai's body and observed, wondering: "Since the victim had been executed, why did the murderer take the victim's ribs? Was it for a souvenir? Or was it religious fanaticism?"
"This is also what I can't figure out." Wang Zheng scratched his head, speechless.
"I think..." Bai Ling whispered, "Could it be a murder of passion? I read in a Western book that women were created by God from a man's rib. Could the murderer have been dumped and was seeking revenge?"
"Crazy women always do things without considering the consequences." Gu Xia felt a chill down his spine and nodded in agreement.
"It's possible, but now it's just our speculation. Until there are more clues, this can only be regarded as a reserved clue." Wang Zheng sighed.
boom!
Just when the three of them were in a stalemate, Huamei suddenly opened the door roughly and said with an extremely ugly expression: "Wang Zheng! It's not good!"
