Chapter 8 The Fearless Killer
The policeman guarding the crime scene took the ID and scanned it, saying, "You don't need to take the ID, just scan your face. Who in the police station doesn't know the famous Detective Han?"
After taking back the documents, Han Yun turned back to look at Su Mo: "This is the crime scene. It is against regulations to bring you in."
As a reporter for the French newspaper, Su Mo naturally knew about this matter, so he looked inside and said, "I'll wait for you here."
Han Yun nodded and walked in.
The policeman who followed in closed the door, stood behind Han Yun and whispered, "Um... can I take a photo with you first?"
Han Yun looked at the policeman and nodded slightly to show his agreement. The policeman next to him took out his mobile phone, switched it to selfie mode, and reached out to take a photo with Han Yun.
At the crime scene in front of me, there was an operating table in the middle of the living room, covered in blood. On the table next to the operating table were surgical knives, various types of forceps, tweezers and other surgical instruments.
The blood on the floor had solidified, and there was a large patch of blood. It should be that the blood here seeped downstairs and was seen by the old man who stayed behind, so he called the police. It takes a certain amount of time for the blood to seep from the floor tiles to the downstairs, so the time of Dong Xing's death provided by Su Mo should not be accurate.
"Have those surgical instruments always been placed like this?" Han Yun's gaze returned to the table next to the operating table where the surgical instruments were placed.
"This is a crime scene. How dare I move?" The policeman next to him said, "It has always been like this."
Dong Xing had been disemboweled, which meant that the murderer must have used surgical instruments, but put them back together and arranged them neatly after use.
The murderer was either extremely careful, not forgetting to put the tools in the right place even when killing people, or he had severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. Han Yun believed the latter more.
There were two empty spaces among the surgical instruments, which must have been taken back by the Serious Crime Unit for testing and analysis.
Han Yun thought about this and turned around, glanced at the door lock, then took a deep breath and said to the policeman beside him: "Can you give me a pair of leg masks?" Then he pointed in the direction of the bedroom: "I want to go in and take a look."
The policeman beside him took out disposable foot covers from his pocket and handed them to Han Yun. Han Yun put the foot covers on his shoes, stood up again, and walked around the bloodstains towards the bedroom.
The bedroom door was closed, and Han Yun pushed it open and looked inside. The bedroom was designed as a ward, with two wire beds placed inside, and bedding neatly spread on the beds. Above the beds was an iron rod for hanging an IV.
The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant. There was a small wooden cabinet between the two single wire beds, with a thermos and a cup on it. Han Yun walked over, squatted down and opened the cabinet door. There were several pairs of disposable slippers on the lower layer and several test reports on the upper layer, which seemed to have been there for a long time.
Han Yun reached out and took out the test report and took a look. The name written in the bottom corner was: Chen Yi.
Maybe it was a patient who had undergone surgery here ? Han Yun thought so, folded the test report and put it in his pocket, then closed the cabinet door, stood up, left the bedroom and went to the living room again. Han Yun stood in front of the operating table, took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and reorganized the layout of the room in his mind.
There were no signs of fighting in the entire room. This meant that the murderer that Dong Xing faced here was probably an acquaintance, or a patient who had been lying on the operating table and had been cut open by Dong Xing for surgery? Since this was an operating room, there must be anesthetics, but there was none in the room. Either it was taken away by the serious crime team, or by the murderer. The murderer, it was taken away by the murderer.
Because for the murderer, anesthetics have other uses. Bai Jing, the real estate manager, if I guess correctly, Bai Jing should also be anesthetized first, and then the murderer dismembered him in a semi-anesthetized state?
The blood on the floor tiles seeped downstairs, which took quite a while, so Dong Xing’s death should have been the day before the old man downstairs called the police. If so, why did the hospital not call the police when Dong Xing disappeared for a whole day, and even his wife didn’t notice anything wrong?
"Is Dong Xing the owner of this house?" Han Yun asked the police in the room without opening his eyes.
"Yes, the deceased Dong Xing bought this house five years ago, but the residents in the building have never seen him live here. The police contacted the residents who lived opposite this room two years ago. They said that occasionally they could hear someone coming up into the house late at night. Once they saw three or four people carrying someone into the house through the peephole." The policeman who was still standing in front of the door answered truthfully.
A major operation cannot be performed by one person alone, so someone must assist Dong Xing, so there must be helpers. Some people are like Dong Xing and agree with his ideal of performing surgery privately to help the poor.
Han Yun opened his eyes, frowned slightly, looked around the living room again, and went straight to the door to take off his shoe covers. The policeman next to him opened the door and walked out.
Su Mo had been standing in the corridor, and when he saw the door open, he came up to greet him, but he didn't ask anything. It was not until he went downstairs and returned to the car that Su Mo asked, "What happened?"
"There was no sign of the room lock being broken, there was no fight in the living room, and the bedding in the ward was clean. The entire murder process was completed in extreme silence. It can be confirmed that the murderer must have known Dong Xing, and the murderer had some medical knowledge." Han Yun leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and continued, "The murderer did not seem to have any fear of killing people."
"No fear at all?" Su Mo was puzzled.
"The murder methods in both cases were very cruel. One case involved disembowelment, and the other involved dismemberment. The murderer was not panicked at all when doing this. Everything was in order. Even a perverted murderer could not do this. The person lying in front of him was a living person." Han Yun still closed his eyes, with no expression on his face: "So the murderer is either an old hand who has killed people before, or he has repeatedly rehearsed the whole process in advance."
"The only way to overcome fear is to face it. I once interviewed a prisoner in prison who had killed a family of three. He said that a year before he decided to kill that family, he raised ten cats. After raising them, he killed one with his own hands every once in a while. He didn't feel any ripples in his heart until he killed the cat that had been with him the longest and had the deepest feelings for him. He knew he was ready." Su Mo took a deep breath: "It seems that the murderer we are facing may have also been trained in this area."
"The criminals you interviewed were training their courage to kill. The murderers in these two cases were rehearsing the process of killing." Han Yun stood up and opened his eyes.
"Where to go next?" Su Mo asked.
"Go to the hospital where Dong Xing is." Han Yun said lightly.
