Chapter 36: Human Blood Tofu

One night, a man called the police on 110 and said, "I have killed someone."

This person's voice is very weird, yin and yang, he laughs on the phone, his voice is very nasal, it seems to cover his mouth, deliberately suppressing his voice. The policewoman was calm and asked him to explain the situation succinctly, and the man was silent for a while, and finally left only an address and hung up.

The address is: No. 37, Lin Family House, Wuning Road.

110 police officers often encounter all kinds of harassment, and the most common call they receive is the one that hangs up immediately after being connected. Most of the harassing calls are made by children and middle-aged people, and the content is varied, and most of them make people cry and laugh. Some people lost their keys and asked 110 to help find them, some children called and asked the police to arrest the bad guys in the cartoons, and some people were constantly harassed because they were infatuated with the voice of the female operator.

When the murderer calls and surrenders, he is generally nervous, few people can laugh, and the policewoman who connects thinks it is a prank and doesn't particularly care, but the duty of 110 is that the police must answer and the police must come out. The 110 command center notified the police station in the jurisdiction, and the police station also felt that it was a lie to report the police and did not attach much importance to it, and it was late at night, so only two police officers were sent to the police.

Two policemen, one old and one young, they are masters and apprentices.

Criminal investigation police officers who have just joined the work will generally find an experienced veteran criminal police officer to apprentice, which can improve the level of case handling. Hearing that there was a homicide case in the jurisdiction, the little criminal policeman was both nervous and excited, hanging handcuffs and electric batons on his body, urging the old criminal policeman to set off quickly. The old detective yawned for a long time, scolded the little detective for making a fuss, and went out with only a flashlight.

No. 37 of Lin's house and Wuning Road Police Station are not far away, and the master and apprentice go there on foot. At that time, the fog was thick, there was no moon and no starlight, the street lights were dim and dim, and only a small area could be illuminated, and the visibility was very low, and no one could be seen at all from ten meters away.

No. 37 Lin Family House is located at an intersection, several roads cross into a scissor shape, and Lin Family House is an old building, which is exactly in the position of "Scissors Mouth". In terms of feng shui, this place is extremely vicious. The building is old, with mottled walls, green moss on the bricks, a dilapidated building, and a European-American style vault, shrouded in fog, which looks like an ancient castle.

Every cop will be deeply impressed by the first homicide he or she was involved in solving for the rest of his life.

The old detective looked at the old building and said: I seem to have been to this place.

The little criminal policeman said: Master, the house is very big, and it looks like a big family.

The old criminal policeman said: I remember, in the 80s of the 20th century, there was a homicide here, and that was the first homicide case I handled.

The little detective said: What case?

The old criminal policeman said: The head of this building is surnamed Lin, and he does not live here, and the house has been rented. At that time, there were two families living in this building, and the family that lived upstairs devoured a man, who was mentally abnormal, and killed a little girl who lived downstairs and cut off her head. This was during the 1983 crackdown, and the case was closed long ago, but the head was not found.

The little detective became nervous and said: That head is possible

It's still in this building, master, what a coincidence, this is also the first homicide case I have received since I became a police officer.

The courtyard gate is an iron grid structure, the paint has long been peeled off, the rusted iron bar is broken, and the old criminal policeman and the young criminal policeman get into it through the crack in the iron gate. The courtyard is overgrown with grass and looks like it hasn't been inhabited for a long time. Among the weeds, a path connects the courtyard gate and the corridor in front of the building, and the dry vines entangle the pillars of the corridor, which look shocking under the light of a flashlight, like human veins.

The little detective shouted towards the old building: Is there anyone?

The old detective seemed to sense something unusual, he put his finger to his lips and said softly: Shhh

The little detective didn't dare to speak anymore, raised his vigilance, and picked up the electric baton on his waist.

The old criminal policeman saw that there was a small whirlwind in the corridor, which was slowly swirling with grass clippings and dust, which was very weird.

At that time, the fog was heavy, and there was usually no wind when the fog started, so it was strange that this small whirlwind was blowing against the ground. The whirlwind swept the fog and tended to grow larger, and this counterclockwise vortex of air descended from the cloud-like fog to the ground and moved irregularly.

The little detective was wearing a pair of big scalp shoes, and the old detective was just about to remind him that the little detective stepped on the little whirlwind.

The whirlwind then disappeared, and the surroundings were white and mist, as if they were not in the world.

The little detective asked: Master, what's wrong?

The old criminal policeman comforted himself: It's okay, we have to believe in materialism, believe in the scientific outlook on development, and not be superstitious.

After the old detective finished speaking, the little detective became even more afraid.

The dilapidated castle-like building in front of them looked even more eerie in the night and fog.

The door was locked from the inside, and when it was pushed, it didn't move.

The old detective knocked on the door and shouted: Who called the police?

The little criminal policeman emboldened himself and said: Open the door, we are from the Public Security Bureau.

There was silence inside the door, and no one seemed to live there, and the master and apprentice also felt that the call to the police was probably a prank. But they thought to themselves, since they are here, let's check it, and even if someone lies to the police, they must always confirm it.

The door of the old building was locked, and two policemen looked at it with flashlights, and the windows on the first floor were all sealed with bricks.

The old criminal policeman shone a flashlight on the window on the second floor and said: You go in from the second floor to have a look.

The little detective retreated in his heart and said: Why don't we go back and call some more people?

The old criminal policeman said: In the middle of the night, why are you tossing your colleagues, let's take a look first.

There were four windows on the second floor, and the little detective shone a flashlight one by one, wondering which window to climb into, and he saw that there seemed to be a shadow flashing in the window near the corner.

The little detective shouted: There are people there!

The old detective shone a flashlight at the window, and he couldn't see anything unusual, he said: You're dazzled. The little detective said: Master, I really don't dare to go in, otherwise, you can go in and have a look, if it's okay, let's go back quickly.

The old criminal policeman said: Don't play tricks with me, you kid, you can let the master take the lead, young people need to be experienced, and be a police officer is timid

No way.

The little detective had no choice but to bite the bullet and climb to the top of the corridor with a pillar. There are a lot of bamboo poles above the corridor, and some dry vines are spreading. If in the summer, the corridor is green, there will be ripe grapes hanging low. The little detective stepped on the bamboo pole above, and the old detective shone a flashlight below, reminding him to be careful. The little detective walked to the end of the corridor and reached out to open the window, and a strange smell came to his nose. There are curtains behind the windows so you can't see what's going on inside. The little detective had no choice but to give himself courage, he put the flashlight in his pocket, grabbed the windowsill with both hands, jumped over, and climbed in through the window.

The little detective felt that he had stepped on something, and he stood there, not daring to move.

The old detective shouted downstairs: Is there a situation?

The room was pitch black, the little detective took out a flashlight from his pocket, and slowly opened the curtain with his other hand, he saw the corner of the white dress, and his hand couldn't help but tremble, could it be that there was a woman in a white dress standing behind the curtain?

The more the little detective thought about it, the more frightened he became, and vaguely felt that there was a woman in a white dress hanging herself in front of the window, or a female ghost in white behind the curtain, his hands were fighting, and the flashlight accidentally fell to the ground.

The old detective saw that the lights went out and anxiously asked him what was wrong.

The little detective picked up the flashlight and pulled the curtain open, and he saw that it was a small utility room, and there was a hanger behind the curtain, on which hung a white dress, and the corners of the skirt fluttered in the wind.

After a false alarm, the little criminal policeman broke out in a cold sweat, he calmed down and said to the old criminal policeman downstairs that it was okay.

He held a flashlight, his hands were sticky, thinking it was his own sweat, and he cautiously stepped forward, feeling his foot sink in, like stepping on tofu.

He shone his flashlight on the ground, and couldn't help but tremble, ah—the little detective screamed loudly!

The blood that had coagulated on the floor of the room was like tofu, and when you stepped on it, it was like sinking into the red mud. Even if the little detective has no experience in detection, he realizes that so much blood must have come out of the bodies of at least several people. The flashlight just fell into the clotted blood, and the little detective's hands were sticky, slippery and full of blood.

The old criminal policeman climbed into the window and immediately reported the situation to the bureau, and the forensic doctor and a team of criminal police arrived.

After a preliminary inquest, the floor of the room was covered with human blood, and there were at least six deceased, while there were only four people in the Lin family's household register.

There were no bodies in the room, and the building had not been rented for a long time.

The total amount of blood in a person is about 8% of body weight. For example, if a person weighs 50 kilograms and has 4 kilograms of blood, 6 people will have 25 kilograms of blood. In this cramped room full of debris, at least 25 kilograms of human blood curdled into the shape of tofu.

Like a tofu vendor, the forensic doctor used a visceral knife to dig out a boxy piece of human blood tofu from the ground, and then held it in the palm of his hand to observe it carefully, and the coagulated blood clot trembled and heavy. The blood of six people mixed together and congealed into tofu on the floor of the small room.

The little detective said: Where did so much human blood come from?

The old detective said: A major homicide case!

The medical examiner said: Why does the murderer want to make so many people's blood?