One hundred and thirtieth chapter of the lost and found lever
When he said this, the people below were naturally speechless. But the porter who had lost his pole was still muttering. The old man was impatient after hearing this and cursed: "The pole is mine, but you are a pig.
What are you mumbling?"
It turned out that although the porter got the lever for free, the rope and cloth bag on it were gone - there was nothing to worry about these two things, but he still couldn't do business without the rope and cloth bag. Especially his cloth bag was an oilcloth bag.
, specially used for working with pigs...
When Li Zhenguo heard this, he suddenly interrupted their conversation and said to the porter, please tell me carefully what you lost. What does it look like? When did you lose it?
The porter said that this set of ropes and cloth bags were specially prepared because he worked for the "Fuchangyu" pig shop in Jianzi Lane all year round. The Fuchangyu pig shop is located in Zhongjianzi Lane, close to the river, and pigs from the countryside are transported by boat.
The pigs are kept in captivity at the riverside behind the pig farm and slaughtered every day and sold to meat stalls, restaurants and wealthy families.
The pig shop ships a large amount of pork and offal every day, so they use many porters to deliver meat to customers all year round. If the pork is a whole fan, you only need to use an iron hook to pick it up. But the offal and pork offal must be processed well
Since the meat cannot be hung on hooks, the porters carry it in cloth bags. Because they often work in butcher shops, the porters who often work in the pig farm have special oilcloth bags.
Yesterday, they went to work on the pig farm as usual. After the work was over, they put the tools in the tea shed as usual - this is also an old rule, and usually no one would steal it. Most of the porters came from other counties, and most of them stayed in Guangzhou.
In a small chicken-feather shop, there is no place to store tools.
Unexpectedly, after working this morning, everyone else's tools in the tea shed were still there, but his was missing.
After hearing the news, Li Zhenguo frowned a lot. He asked:
"Where is the tea shed where you are waiting?"
"Alley 11, West Branch of Nanjianzi Lane."
"Let's go and have a look."
Li Ziyu was a little confused now, because he had originally planned to investigate Widow Wang's house - according to the clues provided by Lao Cui, the mysterious man on the wall of Widow Wang's house was obviously the most suspicious. Li Zhenguo's sudden change of mind left him confused. This tea shed he
You know it - the institute has listed places where such manual workers gather as key supervision targets - it was just a simple bamboo shed, built on an abandoned land after a building collapsed, with more than a dozen missing arms inside.
A table with broken legs made of broken bricks and rotten wood. A coarse porcelain teapot and a yellow sand bowl. It was very crude.
The porter's pole was placed on a bamboo stand on the side. Lao Cui said that whoever put it was determined where to put it. The newcomers were always placed last, and the more senior they were, the higher they were in the queue, and the greater their chance of survival.
Li Zhenguo looked at the environment. The tea shed didn't even have walls, so it couldn't be said to be burglar-proof, but it wasn't completely open either, because the old enemy who looked after the tea shed slept in a reed mat shed next to the tea shed.
The old enemy said that he didn't sleep very well on weekdays: it wasn't because he was afraid of stealing things, but because occasionally someone was doing errands at night and wanted porters to do some work, so he took care of it. He would get up whenever someone knocked on the door.
.But he slept extremely well last night. He was supposed to get up at the fourth watch to fetch water, chop wood and boil water, but today he didn't wake up until daybreak.
Now Li Zhenguo felt that there was something wrong here. He walked into the hut where his old enemy lived, and seemed to smell a vague smell, but it was not clear. Just when he was about to speak, suddenly another man broke into the hut. People came and shouted:
"Mixiang!"
It was none other than Gao Chongjiu.
Gao Chongjiu was originally checking door to door with the household registration police from the police station, and it would be at least the afternoon before he could reach the tea shed. He suddenly broke in here to get a new clue.
This clue came from the gangsters who salvaged the corpse. The two gangsters had been fishing for the whole morning, and suddenly the one at the stern of the boat suddenly became excited and said to the punter: "Boss, stop! We have it!" It was similar to this before. "Yes" has happened several times, but the hooks were all debris on the bottom of the river, so the boss was not very excited at the moment and just responded: "Then pull it up."
But the weight of the thing at the bottom of the river seemed to be very heavy. The brother at the stern of the boat had to work hard alone. After a lot of efforts, what was pulled out of the water was not a corpse or even other debris, but a stick.
As for a bamboo stick, it is impossible to sink to the bottom of the river, and it is impossible to be so heavy that it takes a lot of effort to pull it up. The reason why the bamboo stick is particularly heavy is because there is a stone tied to it.
A stick is, first of all, not a valuable thing, and secondly, it is not an illegal thing. Even if it is useless, don't throw it away. If it is thrown on the street, someone will pick it up and make it a fire. No one will tie a stone to it and sink it to the bottom of the river. have to.
The two gangsters had been salvaging corpses for the yamen all year round, and they had seen a lot of various cases. As soon as they saw this situation, they knew something was wrong, so they quickly turned the boat back and reported it to Gao Chongjiu.
Gao Chongjiu is a veteran police officer. After listening to the report of the gangsters, he immediately concluded that the stick was most likely related to the case of the headless corpse. He looked at the salvaged stick and the rope tied to the stone and thought it looked like something. The porter asked about it at the police station and then came to the tea shed.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at the shed, I smelled a fragrant smell.
Li Zhenguo quickly asked: "Is it really Mi Xiang?"
Gao Chongjiu nodded: "Yes. Someone must have ordered it here last night!"
Using incense will either rob you of wealth or rob you of sex. My old enemy is a poor and old porter who can no longer work. He is selling tea and looking after a shed. He has neither sex nor wealth. What is he trying to do? Could it be true? To steal leverage?
As soon as the two exchanged information about the case, they felt that this was an important discovery, so they called the porter who had lost the pole to identify it, and it turned out that he had lost it!
Someone went to such great lengths to steal such a worthless rod. It was impossible to sink it to the bottom of the river. The reason for doing so was actually to "destroy the corpse and eliminate traces." The two concluded that , this lever is probably related to the case of the headless corpse.
What's the use? Li Zhenguo thought, could it be used to transport corpses?
Not only did he have this idea, but several police officers present had similar thoughts and involuntarily turned their attention to the stick.
This is an ordinary bamboo stick. It has been used for a long time and its color has become shiny and almost dark yellow. Not only does the surface feel very smooth, but it also has a greasy feel. This is probably because the porters often help the pig farm pick goods. .However, such a smooth and almost "patinated" rod has been soaked in water for most of the day, leaving no trace. Li Zhenguo studied it over and over for a long time, combining training and following Mu Min, Wu Xiang and others. All the trivial things that people had learned were turned over and looked at, and there was no sign of an ugly figure from the stick.
Li Ziyu next to him saw it clearly. He saw that the stones and ropes were still thrown aside, and suddenly he had an idea and said, "Comrade Li, I haven't looked at the bundle of ropes yet."
After saying this, everyone realized that they had neglected the rope. Gao Chongjiu quickly picked up the rope. The rope was smooth, made of brown linen mixed with bamboo strips, and was very strong. Lao Cui said yes, this is the porter.
Commonly used ropes.
Although the rope was fished out of the water, it was still greasy. Obviously, this thing must be the original part of the pole. It has become like this after years of transporting pork. Li Zhenguo asked the porter who lost the pole, and he said that the rope was his
of.
The rope had been soaked in lard and blood for many years, and had completely turned black. At first glance, it looked like there was nothing there. Li Zhenguo raised the rope and looked at it carefully in the sun, but he discovered some clues. On the seemingly completely black rope, there was something fresh.
The stain on the stain. Li Zhenguo and Gao Chongjiu were not sure that the stain was human blood. Fortunately, the Australians in the city bureau had a way to identify whether it was human blood. If it was, it would be evidence without a doubt.
Combined with the oilcloth bags used by porters... Li Zhenguo's eyes lit up and he asked: "Who else has that kind of oilcloth bag?"
There was more than one porter working for the pig farm, and naturally everyone had one. At that moment, shopkeeper Xie brought a pair over and said they were similar in appearance and size. Li Zhenguo unfolded the oilcloth bag and spread it on the ground. After looking at it, he felt more and more
The inference is reasonable.
The appearance of Lengbang gave a glimmer of light to the investigation that had been unclear. After discussion, the two decided to go to Widow Wang's house without further delay and immediately go to Widow Wang's house for on-site investigation to find out who the person who climbed on Widow Wang's wall in the middle of the night was.
Widow Wang's house is not far from the tea shed. I originally wanted to call the team leader of this group to come, but team leader Xie said that there is no need to bother. I know the situation of her house very well and the road is not far, so I will take you there.
When I arrived at the door, I saw that this was a very dilapidated house. The front was very small, barely even one room. The white mud on the walls peeled off, revealing the broken bricks and tiles inside and the brick walls made of yellow mud. The eaves were also very low.
.No more than one person tall. At this time, the door was closed tightly and bolted from the inside. Shopkeeper Xie knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no movement.
Shopkeeper Xie was surprised now, because he had seen Widow Wang going out early in the morning. If she hadn't come back yet, then the door should be locked. Since it was plugged in from the inside, it meant that someone was inside. The nearest one was Hui Nantian, weather
It is getting hot and humid. During the day, every house closes its gates and opens its doors for ventilation. What are the barred doors doing in the clear day?
Both Li Zhenguo and Gao Chongjiu felt that something was wrong with the situation. Gao Chongjiu knew a thing or two about all kinds of rivers and lakes, so he immediately took out a piece of soft bamboo from his side, stuffed it through the crack in the door, and slowly bolted the door.
They moved aside and spent a few minutes opening the door. As soon as the door opened, they smelled a strange aroma - it was the same aroma they smelled in Lao Qiu's shed, only it was stronger.
Li Zhenguo's expression changed, and he secretly shouted that he was not good at it. He walked through the main room in three steps and two steps at a time. Behind him was a small patio, and there was an old tree with a crooked neck, and a person was hanging on the tree!
Shopkeeper Xie couldn't help but scream: It was Widow Wang who hanged herself!
"Quickly, untie the person!"
Several policemen hurriedly went up to untie the rope. Li Ziyu secretly thought that it was bad luck, but he had to go up to help. Fortunately, Zhao Gui didn't care too much. He stood below to help others and quickly untied Widow Wang.
Come down.
After untying it, it was seen that the person had expired, but the body was not stiff, and he had died not long ago. Combined with the fact that shopkeeper Xie had met Widow Wang early this morning, it means that she hanged herself within a few hours from morning to noon.
Although there are no forensic doctors or forensic doctors, based on Gao Chongjiu's nine years of experience, the strangulation marks on Widow Wang's neck are horseshoe-shaped, with a lifting belt at the end that does not intersect. This is the difference between hanging and strangulation. Horseshoe-shaped strangulation marks are
It was caused by hanging. It was not caused by strangulation and then hanging up, which shows that Wang Xiuzhu did die by hanging.
However, both Gao Chongjiu and Li Zhenguo felt that Widow Wang's sudden hanging was unreasonable. In addition, they both smelled the incense when they entered the house, so they could not rule out that she was knocked unconscious by someone using the incense.
He was later "hanged". Gao Chongjiu had encountered this kind of case before - it was just that the murderer committed the murder by getting the victim drunk.
The on-site investigation immediately discovered some suspicious points. There was an overturned stool on the stone floor under the body, and there were footprints of the deceased on the stool.
The first suspicion was found on this stool. The pair of footprints on the stool made Li Zhenguo feel strange. It is said that Wang Xiuzhu stepped on this stool and tied a rope to the branch, and then put his head into the rope noose.
He might have committed suicide by turning over the stool with his feet, but after inspection, the traces left on the front and sides of the stool were only the clear pair of footprints, and there were no traces of friction left when he turned over the stool. Li Zhenguo asked Li Ziyu to move a
An identical stool was placed under a tree in the yard for a simulated test, and the hands were grasped by the branches, and the stool was kicked over so that the body was suspended in the air. The results showed that no matter how lightly the stool was kicked over, there would definitely be traces left on the stool.
After conducting a comprehensive survey of the site again, Widow Wang's residence is a bungalow with three bays and one facade. Entering the door is the main room, next to the kitchen. Passing through the small bluestone patio is a bedroom with one light and one dark.
Going out of the bedroom, there is a small courtyard behind, where some water tanks and sundries are piled up. The place is small, the house is small, and the furniture and objects are simple. At first glance, it is a residence of the poor. However, upon inspection, the criminal police immediately discovered many incongruous places.
The bedding on the bed is very new and of good quality. It is obviously not used by lower-class civilian women like Widow Wang. I found a brand-new mother-of-pearl dressing box with a mirror on the bedside - this is an authentic Australian product, made by Zizhenzhai, and is bright.
The crystal mirror inside is worth a lot, the cheapest one costs four taels of silver each. The dressing box is open and has obviously been turned over. Most of the things are gone, but there is still a pearl and silver ring left inside.
——Although it is not too valuable, it is not something that a woman like her can afford to wear. There are similar items that are inconsistent with consumption and status, as well as the clothes in the suitcase - they are all newly made silk clothes. However, there is more direct evidence.
There are men's clothes in the suitcase, more than one set. It seems that this man often stays here.
Obviously, these were provided by the "wild man". In the kitchen, they found more similar traces: half a jar of wine had been drunk, unfinished pickled chicken... (To be continued.)