No. 13 Xiangyang Road is a hardware factory, which abounds in Jiangcheng, all of which are opened by locals and hired by migrant workers.

Generally, this kind of work is food and shelter, and the people who work live in the collective dormitory built by the factory, and this murder happened in the collective dormitory.

Hu Mengxiang and several criminal policemen got out of the car in front of the collective dormitory and rushed in.

Ding Jiu hesitated for a moment, but did not say anything.

With so many people, even if they encounter ghosts, nothing will happen to them.

And Ding Jiu said that there are ghosts, who will believe it, I am afraid that he will be regarded as a madman by others.

The dormitory building was small and crowded, and the more upstairs he went, the stronger the disgust in Ding Jiu's heart, but when he went up to the fourth floor, Ding Jiu felt that the disgust seemed to weaken slightly.

On the fourth floor, two police officers from the police station were protecting the scene.

One of them was blocking the door of the house, preventing people from outside to look inside, and the other was asking about the person who first found the body and the owner of the factory.

Ding Jiu shook his head, and it was right to ask the relevant personnel, but this ...... to protect the scene

Seeing the policeman's leather shoes stepping around the door, Ding Jiu felt that the traces of the entrance and exit outside the door could not be mentioned.

Hu Mengxiang commanded at the scene, and a group of criminal policemen wore gloves, hoods, and foot covers, and even Ding Jiu also gave a copy.

Ding Jiu had already taken a few pictures of the location of the scene at the bottom of the building, and after getting dressed at the moment, he went in first to take a few pictures of the room structure from south to north and from north to south and the entrances and exits of the room.

Hu Mengxiang nodded, Ding Jiu's performance was better than he expected, and he really deserved to be from a professional class.

Then he directed the others to enter the scene, and began to extract traces from the inside out, from the corpse to the periphery, and Ding Jiu was also busy taking pictures of each trace and fixing it.

The first thing to investigate was the corpse lying in the middle of the room, and Ding Jiu secretly observed it while taking pictures.

The deceased was a man of about 40 years old, and judging by his clothes, he was probably also a worker recruited by the factory.

The corpse was lying flat on the ground, his face was red, his eyes were slightly open, his eyes were bloodshot, his tongue was slightly sticking out of his mouth, saliva was flowing out, there was an obvious strangulation mark on his neck, and his lower body urine wet his pants, as if there was still some smell of feces.

Looking at these symptoms, not to mention suicide or homicide, it is undoubtedly suffocated to death by strangulation of the neck.

In fact, the hanged ghost is not like what the folk say, the kind with bulging eyes and a tongue sticking out three feet long and still dangling around.

There may be, but at least Ding Jiu has never seen it, and neither has the teacher who taught him.

The obvious symptoms of strangulation are actually bloodshot eyes, drooling, and incontinence due to the lack of oxygen to the brain and the loss of control of the body.

Of course, the most obvious is the strangulation mark on the neck.

But Ding Jiu keenly noticed that there was something wrong with this strangulation mark.

It stands to reason that if you are strangled to death, you will struggle, even if your hands and feet are tied, your neck will move, as long as you move, then there must be more than one strangulation mark on your neck, at least there will be friction marks between the rope and the skin, and even multiple strangulation marks.

However, it was clear that the corpse had only a dark purple strangulation mark, and it was a typical V-shaped strangulation mark - the deepest at the lowest part, rising and shallowering to the sides, and finally disappearing, which is the mark of a hanged person.

Ding Jiu looked up at the bare ceiling, and there was no place to hang a rope at all.

A criminal policeman next to him carefully observed the body of the corpse, looked at the deceased's fingers again, turned back to Hu Mengxiang and said:

"As before, there were bruises and bumps, but no bruises, no dander in the fingernails, and no signs of fighting."

Hu Mengxiang frowned and wrote it down in the scene investigation record, and there were two more criminal policemen next to him:

"The entrances and exits are intact, there are no traces of turning at the scene, and no property is lost."

"The deceased lived alone, no other people's fingerprints or footprints were found in the room, and several biological samples were extracted from several cigarette butts and beer cans on the ground."

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There were no useful clues on the scene for an hour, and Hu Mengxiang's brows were wrinkled together.

If it was a homicide, the traces at the scene did not match; But if it was a suicide, then the conditions at the scene were not compatible, and what about the rope?

This is the third such case this month, and Hu Mengxiang thought about it while looking around to see if there was anything missing.

On the side, Ding Jiuzheng was carefully examining the corpse, he had seen the dissection at school before, and he was not so afraid of this kind of dead body.

But while he wasn't afraid of the dead, he was afraid of the dark.

Ding Jiu suddenly squatted down, his head slightly closer to the deceased's neck, and his nose moved.

The detective next to him looked at him in amazement.

Ding Jiu touched his nose in embarrassment.

However, he also smelled a disgusting smell on the neck marks of the corpse, and Ding Jiu looked at the ceiling again, and he had a point in his heart.

Hu Mengxiang's phone rang suddenly, he looked at the caller ID and went out to answer the phone.

In a few minutes, when he came back, he closed the team with a big wave of his hand.

asked the factory boss to sign the on-site investigation book as a witness, and Hu Mengxiang beckoned Ding Jiu and the others to go back.

Ding Jiu and the other criminal policemen looked at Hu Mengxiang suspiciously, and Hu Mengxiang said: "Someone has taken over this case, let's go back and hand over the scene investigation records and trace evidence to them." ”

In fact, when encountering this kind of case that needs to be transferred, no matter which department it is, there will be resistance, after all, you have made a wedding dress for someone else in a blink of an eye after such a long preparation in the early stage.

But this time with the exception, several criminal policemen exhaled, three cases in a row, but there were no clues at all to investigate the scene, and they also felt the pressure, and this time they just handed over the pressure to others.

Ding Jiu was a little depressed in his heart, and finally he thought that he could use the power of the criminal investigation team to try to complete the task assigned to him by the underworld, but now that the criminal investigation team was about to get rid of it, he would be left to dry.

Ding Jiu thought so in his heart, but he still followed Hu Mengxiang downstairs, and when he reached the third floor, the feeling of disgust became strong again.

Ding Jiu looked at the other end of the corridor, then at Hu Mengxiang and several criminal policemen behind him, gritted his teeth, and said to Hu Mengxiang:

"Master, I have a little stomach ache and want to go to the toilet."

When Hu Mengxiang heard it, he nodded, and told him to go and come back quickly.

Ding Jiu replied and said to the factory boss who followed behind: "Please find someone to take me there, I don't know where the toilet is." ”

When the factory owner saw that the police had spoken, he quickly called someone to accompany Ding Jiu.

Ding Jiu took the lead out of the stairwell on the third floor, followed by the employees of the factory, and walked towards the other side of the corridor, which was the place where Ding Jiu felt the most disgusted.

On the other side of the third floor, there was only one wall, no windows, and it was daytime, but the yellowing light illuminated the corridor.

The corridor of the dormitory building is narrow and there are messy debris piled up in the corridor, which makes Ding Jiu a little nowhere to put his feet, the deeper he goes, the darker the light, and the walls on both sides seem to be constantly squeezing over, making people breathless.

The factory employee didn't know why he was also a little scared, and when he immediately walked to the end of the corridor, he pointed to a toilet hallway:

"Officer, the toilet is there."

Ding Jiu didn't take a look at the toilet, but turned his head to look at a room with a closed door on the opposite side of the toilet.

Ding Jiu stood in front of the door, and the factory employees behind him thought that Ding Jiu had made a mistake and reminded him again.

Ding Jiu turned his head to look at the stairwell at the other end of the corridor, where Hu Mengxiang and a few criminal policemen were waiting for him.

Feeling the disgusting feeling overflowing through the door, Ding Jiu took a long breath, his heart was ruthless, and he raised his leg and kicked the door.

Unexpectedly, the door of the room where the paint was peeling suddenly opened, and Ding Jiu fell in suddenly.

"Mom!"

The factory employee behind him suddenly let out a frightened howl, and Ding Jiu hurriedly raised his head.

A highly decomposed corpse hung on the beams of the house, its face already showing white bones, maggots crawling in its black hole sockets, gnawing at the few stinking flesh left on the corpse's body, and the yellow-brown pus at the corpse's feet emitted a disgusting stench.

Suddenly, the door slammed shut, and a rope slammed around Ding Jiu's neck, taking his feet off the ground and straight up until his head hit the ceiling.

A grimace with a slightly tongue spitting out and saliva, almost face to face, was looking at him cruelly!

Ding Jiu kicked his feet wildly, grabbed his hands randomly, his face was red, but he couldn't shout, and scolded in his heart:

Damn, I've been tricked!