"Director Lin, would you like to take a look at the scene first?" Wan Lilang asked.
"good."
Lin Chuang responded and followed Wan Lilang towards the stairs, while Li Shiqun followed silently.
He, who was supposed to be the leader, became like a marginalized figure because of his bad relationship with Lin Chuang.
In the past, Liu Ermeng wouldn't follow Lin Chuang when encountering this kind of situation. But today's situation was special, and Liu Ermeng refused to leave, following Lin Chuang closely.
"After the case occurred, we came to the scene as soon as possible. Because Deputy Director Li asked you to come, the scene was well protected and everything remained basically the same and untouched." Wan Lilang introduced the situation as he walked.
Lin Chuang nodded.
Go to the second floor, walk through a narrow corridor, and arrive at the main entrance.
The door was wide open, and a smell of blood rushed straight into his mouth and nose.
"Director Lin, please bring this." Wan Lilang handed Lin Chuang a mask.
Lin Chuang took it and saw that it was a white medical mask.
"Tian Chuncai's family." Wan Lilang introduced casually.
"Oh." Lin Chuang put it on.
This is not the first time Lin Chuang has worn this kind of thick cotton mask.
I don’t know when was the last time I wore it, but I wore it when I was a child in that time and space.
What Lin Chuang remembers most about this kind of mask is that after wearing it in winter, it didn’t take long for it to be full of snot. He was embarrassed to say it in front of people, so he could only suppress his nausea and wait for people When you are not paying attention, take off the mask and blow it quietly.
Therefore, his mask had not been used for more than half a day, so he had to put it in the pocket of his cotton-padded jacket, throw it to his mother when he got home, and ask her to wash it.
Even though it was uncomfortable to wear, he still wore it often because wearing a big white mask was very fashionable in those days.
…
Now, Lin Chuang wears this mask and feels that it works very well, the bloody smell is very light, and most importantly, there is no runny nose.
He stood at the door without going in. He looked at the door first, and then at the general structure of the hall.
There are two hall doors, the kind that opens and closes, with a lock nose and an iron lock hanging on the door handle. There is no key in the lock.
The hall is divided into inner and outer rooms.
You can have a panoramic view of the outside scenery at a glance.
On the east side behind the door is a couch. There is a square table in front of the sofa. There are two oil paper bags on the square table, and there are bones next to it. There are two pairs of chopsticks, two wine glasses, and an empty wine bottle leaning on the side.
On the north side is the window. There is a pot of roses on the windowsill, and there is another pot of red roses under the window sill.
The window was closed, and a white gauze curtain was opened and closed to the east side of the window.
To the west is the inner door.
The door is a single leaf and has a lock nose. A copper lock is also hung on the handle.
The door is also open, and the situation inside cannot be seen clearly from the door.
The smell of blood came from the two corpses outside. One was right behind the door, with its head and feet facing upwards. There was a large amount of blood on its neck, covering its neck and face, making it almost impossible to see its true face.
The other body was on the sofa, face up, with one leg on the sofa and the other leg hanging down.
From a distance, this corpse had the same cause of death as the corpse at the door. The artery under the neck was cut, and the face could not be seen clearly.
Although they couldn't see their faces clearly, both of them were wearing black tunic suits and had guns on their waists. At a glance, it was obvious that they were agents of the Secret Service.
Blood flowed all over the floor, except for the edges of the room where there was no blood.
Not a single bloody footprint was seen.
This is very strange.
Lin Chuang secretly thought that the spies must have arrived as soon as possible. They have experience. In order to protect the scene, it is understandable that they stepped on the open space without leaving any footprints. But how could the murderer not leave any footprints? You know, it is impossible for the murderer to kill. If you stand at the door and kill someone, you will definitely come closer and kill again.
If the artery is cut, blood will spurt out wildly. The murderer will be unable to hide and it will be impossible not to leave footprints.
Unless his movement is faster than the blood spurting and he dodges in time.
But, is this possible? Who has such fast movement skills? Is it really a ghost?
Keeping his doubts in mind, Lin Chuang stepped on the open space and walked carefully along the edge to the inner door. He also stood at the door first to observe.
There was a bed in the bedroom. There was a male corpse lying on the bed. He was covered with a quilt and only his head was exposed. His eyes were closed and his expression was peaceful. He looked like he was sleeping. If the bed wasn't full of blood, the quilt would also be stained.
Turned red, no one believed that this person had met the King of Hell.
Undoubtedly, this man is Tian Chuncai - a surrender in Li Shiqun's heart and a traitor in the eyes of the underground party.
Looking at the window again, it is also closed like the outside. The difference is that the curtains are drawn.
After observing, Lin Chuang walked in, followed by Wan Lilang, Liu Ermeng, and Li Shiqun.
There is a bedside table in front of the bed, a lamp on the table, and a medical textbook.
Lin Chuang walked to the body, lifted the quilt, and saw that Tian Chuncai's death condition was exactly the same as the two people outside.
Lin Chuang reached back and Wan Lilang immediately handed over a pair of white gloves.
Lin Chuang put it on and cleaned the blood clot on Tian Chuncai's neck, revealing the wound.
The wound was horizontal, thick, and penetrated deep into the flesh.
"What is this used to cut? It's not like a dagger. A dagger is usually used to pierce. If it is to be wiped, one hand must be hugged behind and the other hand must be wiped in front. Tian Chuncai's face is up, and it seems that there is no
There are signs of struggle or movement, so it shouldn't be a dagger." Lin Chuang said to himself.
"Could it be a scalpel?" Wan Lilang looked at it and suggested a possibility: "If it is a scalpel, it would be much easier to handle, and the scope of the investigation would be reduced a lot. You must know that all the people living here are doctors.
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"I don't think so. The blade of the scalpel is thin, and the wound is obviously very rough. In this case, Tian Chun is the surgeon, so he should have a scalpel at home, right? Director Wan, please find a scalpel and let's try it." Lin Chuang said.
"There is a scalpel on the first floor. I'll go get it immediately." Wan Lilang said, turned around and went out.
Soon, Wan Lilang came back with a scalpel in his hand.
Lin Chuang took the scalpel and drew it on the wound. Sure enough, it didn't match the shape of the wound. There was a big gap.
He didn't think this was enough to prove, so he slashed the other side of Tian Chuncai's neck.
According to Chinese customs, any destruction or desecration of a dead body will be criticized as immoral and disrespectful to the deceased.
But Lin Chuang thinks, how can traitors deserve respect?
Therefore, by handling the case, he punished Tian Chuncai openly.
No, it's the ghost who punished the traitor.
No one present felt that his move was inappropriate, but rather that it was natural.
So, there was no sound.
When a person dies, there is no blood pressure, and the blood stops flowing. Moreover, Tian Chuncai's blood has dried up, so when Lin Chuang made the cut, no blood seeped out at all, only white flesh was exposed.
It is precisely because of this that the wound is clearer.
Comparing the two, it is clear without further explanation that the wounds are completely different.
In other words, the murder weapon was definitely not a scalpel.
"It's weird." Lin Chuang handed the scalpel to Wan Lilang and said softly.