Chapter 13: The Scene of the Dismemberment

Although there were no bodies, careful investigation confirmed that this was a dismemberment site.

It was later proved that the blood on the ground came from the suspect Liu Ming.

The iron frame bed has been unoccupied for a long time, and the dust has fallen, and three fingerprints have been extracted from the iron railing of the upper bunk, and there are still hanging marks on the iron railing. Bao Chu pointed to the hanging mark and asked Su Mei to take a picture, he said: It is a canvas belt, and the hanging weight may be a person.

The bed rails on the lower bunk were stained red with blood, and there were clear knife marks, which Bao said were caused by sharp weapons cutting things, not by chopping with knives.

There are bone residues in the blood that has coagulated into a jelly-like shape, and Bao Chop is clamped separately with tweezers, and he observes it with a magnifying glass, and he says: What is cut out is the human head, which is the thyroid cartilage at the Adam's apple of the human body...... There were also hairs, such as armpit hair, and the deceased's thighs or arms had been cut off.

There is a drag mark on the concrete floor inside the house, which is formed when the edge of the sole of the shoe rubs against the ground.

The room was empty, with spoiled meals in the corners, and three empty two-pot bottles.

Bao Chu believed that the deceased should have been drunk at the time, strangled to death and then dismembered his body.

A criminal policeman asked: Two bottles of two pots were drunk and unconscious, why do you think it was a posthumous dismemberment, why wasn't it cut off when you were alive?

Bao Chu said: If you cut off a person's head while you are alive, the blood will form a spatter, and there is no splatter blood in this room.

According to various traces of the scene, plus clues obtained from visiting the surrounding households, Bao Chop restored the scene at that time.

Above the basement is an old-fashioned brick building, and the basement is the storage room used by the residents for rent, and there are many such humble residences in Yanjing, where Liu Ming has lived for more than three months. The other day, he was seen selling all his belongings to an old man who collected scrap. That night, Liu Ming was drinking in the room with a strange man and a small child.

There is a girl living next door to Liu Ming, who claims to be a special actor and has played small roles in several TV series, she says that Liu Ming is a crazy person, especially likes to talk to herself, and has mental problems.

The dragon asked, "Have you seen the child, and whose family is that child?"

The girl said: "Through the wall, I heard the child crying, I don't know whose family, I have never seen that man before."

The girl next door reported that Liu Ming usually has no friends and goes alone, and the surrounding residents all respect him. Liu Ming spoke very quickly, his thinking was confused, and he was in a mess. No matter who greeted him, he would sell his handmade poetry collection, and others were not interested, and he was ashamed to say: One day you will know that the great poet Liu Ming is the greatest person in the world you have ever seen in your life.

Liu Ming cherishes the opportunity to talk to people, which is rare for him, and he doesn't care whether others are willing to listen or not. The girl next door once chatted with him for a few words, thinking that he had a mental problem, and never talked to him again. When Liu Ming saw the girl in the basement hallway, he would say in a pleading tone:

Give again

I'm a minute, I haven't finished my words last time, and finally someone has spoken to me, so you let me finish.

The girl treated him like air and turned a blind eye.

A few days ago, Liu Ming sold everything in the rental house, and that night, the girl next door heard three people drinking and talking in Liu Ming's room, in addition to Liu Ming, there was also a man and a small child. Liu Ming was destitute and usually drank cabbage gnocchi soup, which he called "hero cabbage soup". That day, Liu Ming bought a few dishes, including stuffy small sesame shrimp, sauce bones, spicy rabbit head, and braised pig's trotters.

The girl was amazed, and wondered if this neuropathy had made a fortune.

Su Mei asked: How do you remember so clearly, you even know what dishes you bought.

The girl said: The room is not well insulated, I can hear him snoring, they talk so noisy, persuade each other to drink, persuade to eat.

Su Mei asked again: What else did you hear at that time, what do you think, what is their relationship?

The girl said, "I suspect they are gay, and the little baby is adopted, their son."

Su Mei said: Little sister, you have a lot of imagination.

The girl said: I am a Chóng Qìng person, and on our Chóng Qìng side, two people gnaw on the rabbit's brain, which means that two people want to kiss.

The noise next door annoyed the girl, plugged her ears with cotton, and fell asleep on the bed.

At about eleven o'clock in the evening, the girl heard the sound of cutting things from next door in a daze, and she plucked the cotton from her ears and listened carefully, like the sound of a knife cutting into an iron bar. Bao slashed that what the girl heard should be the sound of the murderer when he dismembered the body. The murderer strangled the boy to death, hung the drunk and unconscious Liu Ming on the iron frame bed with a belt, and then moved the body to the lower bunk, with the head resting on the iron railing, in order to avoid waking up the neighbors, the murderer did not chop with a knife, but used the method of cutting to divide the body, first cutting off the head, and then cutting off the limbs.

The basement was sweltering, the door of the girl next door was open and not locked, and some residents even slept with the door open.

The sound of cutting things stopped, the girl turned over and went back to sleep, she turned her back to the door, faintly heard footsteps stop in front of her door, and after a while, the door slowly opened, and in the darkness, the girl felt a figure walk in.

The girl was so frightened that she covered her head with a sheet, trying her best to restrain herself from shivering.

The man stood in front of the bed and looked at her, carrying something in his hand.

The girl continued to pretend to be asleep, frightened, and the man stared at her motionlessly, and after a while she felt the man turn and walk out of the room, and close the door with his hand.

The next morning, the girl noticed blood dripping from the ground in front of her bed, and she comforted herself, thinking that it might be her own menstrual blood.

However, a terrible thought vaguely arose in the girl's mind, that the man had crept into her room at night, and stood in front of the bed looking at her, probably carrying a human head in his hand!

Hualong asked: Then why didn't you report the crime?

The girl said, "My room."

I didn't lose anything, just in case it was my hallucination.

The special case team held a case analysis meeting, and the only suspect, Liu Ming, was killed and dismembered, and the next focus should be on finding the strange man who drank with Liu Ming, who is a major suspect, and his identity must be clarified as soon as possible. The boy's identity is unknown, which is also the main direction of the investigation. In the hallway of the basement, the neighbors had seen the strange man and the child, who were described as matching the Amber Child's age and clothing. Witnesses can't remember the appearance of the strange man clearly, and the conditions for the police to profile the suspect are not very ripe.

Su Mei said: That strange man may be a performance artist, killing people, making amber, wanting to be famous and crazy.

Deputy Secretary Huang said: Through investigation, we know the mobile phone number used by Liu Ming, and we should be able to find some clues from it.

Professor Liang said: Liu Ming sold his things, and the old man who collected waste must also find them, and those things may be useful.

Hualong said: I'm wondering, was the little boy strangled to death by Liu Ming, or was he strangled to death by that person?

Bao Chu said: The motive for the crime is unknown, and I have the same opinion as Xiaomei, and I tend to believe that the murderer killed Liu Ming and the little boy.

Deputy Secretary Huang said: It may also be that Liu Ming strangled the boy to death, and the murderer killed him again.

Professor Liang said that if the killer was a performance artist, the murderer would definitely appear in a few days when the annual art festival opens.

Bao Chu said: He should have new works.

Deputy Secretary Huang said: Then we will wait for him and wait for him.

The special case team again visited the residents around the basement where Liu Ming lived, looking for more insiders and witnesses.

In the basement, a young man who delivered a parcel lived in the hallway, and folded plastic foam bags were stacked in the hallway, and he reported to the police that someone had stolen some foam bags and turned over the stacked things. Liu Ming usually rides a dilapidated bicycle to the flyover to set up a stall to sell his poetry books and sometimes trinkets, which usually stops in the aisle, but is now gone.

Hualong said: After the murderer killed and divided the body, how to take away the corpse parts, we have now figured it out.

Su Mei said: I originally thought that the murderer would stop a black car, but I didn't expect that the murderer was also very poor and might not have the money to take a taxi.

Bao Chu said: The murderer found a few plastic foam bags in the aisle, packed the body parts, and then transported them away on a bicycle.

Su Mei said: This poor poet.

You can imagine such a picture:

He was hung on either side of the back seat of the bike, with his torso on the left and his hands and feet on the right, all in the kind of bubble wrap we used to make when we were kids. The two bags of the poet's flesh were half a foot off the ground, the ropes were tied tightly together, and when the murderer pulled over and rode along, the poet's hands could still touch the dwarf bamboo and triangular plum on the side of the road.

His head was hanging from the handlebars, looking ahead through the foam paper.

The street lights were dim in the middle of the night, and a dead child sat on the bicycle beam, as if asleep.