Unconvinced, I squatted on the ground to pick up the scattered post-mortem reports, and glanced obliquely at the butcher sitting in the chair, who threw in my face ten minutes ago when I had compiled a few autopsy reports that had been put together all night, and I still dare not come out, and I believe that no one in the bureau would dare to speak when the butcher was angry.

The butcher's real name is Jiang Shan, the director of the Public Security Bureau, he is upright and unsmiling, he has been in the bureau for more than half a year, and he feels that no one owes him money, and he has never seen him laugh, and everyone calls him a butcher behind his back.

The origin of this name has nothing to do with his personality, it comes from his experience, in the 79 years of the counterattack against Vietnam, Jiang Shan was still the commander of the reconnaissance company at that time, and when the Laoshan round battle, Jiang Shan's company was ordered to intersperse with the rear of the enemy army, and was blocked on an unknown high ground, and both sides suffered heavy losses for three days.

The white-knuckle battle was the most tragic, Jiang Shan rushed to the front, the sharp bayonet could no longer fill the bloodthirsty anger, he took the kitchen knife of the sacrificial cook, and chopped every Vietnamese soldier who rushed up, it was a cut! Slashing alive, repeating simple actions regardless of parts, it was no longer killing the enemy, but like a butcher slaughtering animals, the Vietnamese army in front of him was broken into jagged pieces of meat by his knife.

Kill all the way to the high ground, Jiang Shan is behind a long road of blood and fragmented corpses, he is like a butcher from the slaughterhouse standing on the position, covered with blood can only see a pair of bloodthirsty eyes, the blade of the kitchen knife in his hand is covered with meat scraps and bone residue, it is said that the dinner that night is made with this kitchen knife, the hare that was killed on the battlefield was skinned and thrown into the steel helmet stewed, there was a layer of meat foam on the face, I couldn't tell whether it was rabbit meat or human flesh, Jiang Shan drank the first bowl in silence, From then on, he had the title of butcher.

When I stood up, I found that Yun Duruo was looking at me from the side, looking a little gloating, the criminal police brigade is a place controlled by the group of masters, all of them are good hands in the police force, each has a unique hand, and the ability to be the head of this group of people can be imagined, but it was a woman who became the captain, and a group of men were tamed to obey, Yueyue took the small red flag of the first hygiene, and the smoke-free office sign at the door of the criminal police brigade has become a big joke in the bureau.

However, all this does not affect Yun Duruo's prestige in the office and his impression in front of the butcher, after all, a policeman who is proficient in fighting firearms and has a very high IQ, is good at reasoning and case reorganization, how indispensable a police officer is in the criminal police brigade, not to mention that she has cracked many bizarre cases under her leadership, and before she was transferred, I heard that she is the hottest new star in the police world, I believe that it will not be long before the butcher's position should be occupied by her.

It's just that I'm always the one who stands in the wrong line, and on the first day I just came, I stood in front of the smoke-free office sign at the entrance of the criminal police brigade and smirked, she stood behind me seriously and waited for me to look back after laughing before I saw her, and the beam was just like that.

"You were the first to arrive at the scene of the murder, you know the situation best, tell me from the beginning." Jiang Shan took out a cigarette and put it at the corner of his mouth, looked up at Yun Duruo, and asked seriously.

"We were half past nine in the evening, found the deceased in the basement of the Daoyuan Hall, the deceased Zhang Songlin, male, 57 years old, unmarried, running a shop called Daoyuantang, mainly engaged in the trading of religious items, in fact, most of them are for people to do dojos selling talismans, fortune-telling, etc., there are many believers who come and go, Zhang Songlin claims to be a disciple of the Taoist Zhengyi Sect, according to the investigation, there is no such person, it should be a swindler who uses Taoist swagger to collect money." Yun Duruo's answer was like a stream.

"I don't listen to that, tell me what you saw at the murder scene?" The butcher asked, fiddling with the papers on the table with some agitation.

Yun Duruo glanced at me, and looked at me on the ground, I didn't understand what she meant for a long time, and looked at her blankly, until she lowered her voice and whispered.

"A bit of eyesight, a lighter on the ground."

I saw the lighter on the ground when the butcher was angry just now, and quickly picked it up and lit it and handed it over, the butcher looked up at me, wanted to say something and swallowed it back, looking at my eyes should be dissatisfied with me, snatched the lighter from my hand, and nodded impatiently at Yun Duruo.

"Go on."

"The murder scene is very hidden, in the basement on the first floor, the entrance is hidden under the incense burner, and when we went, there was blood all over the walls of the basement, and three words were written, big and small, I should die!" Yun Duruo said without thinking. "The deceased knelt on the ground, his eyelids were cut off, his eyes were inserted into the slender glass, there were lacerations in his abdomen, his organs were intact, his large intestine was dragged out of the abdominal cavity and his feet were tied...... Oh, and finally found the deceased with a broken tongue in his mouth. ”

The butcher was silent for a long time, frowning, and finally looked at me for the first time today, and asked coldly.

"You are a forensic doctor, and now you tell me how this Zhang Songlin died?"

"According to the results of the autopsy, the deceased had many wounds on his body, including damage to the hypoglossal nerve and ruptured chest organs, as well as ......"

"I don't understand what you say, just point to it, what is the cause of death?" The butcher interrupted me with an accentuated voice.

"Hemorrhagic shock!"

"You have an autopsy, judging from this Zhang Songlin's wound, how many murderers are there?" The butcher lit a cigarette from the corner of his mouth and asked solemnly.

I paused for a moment, rubbing my hands on the autopsy report I had just picked up, and squirming at my Adam's apple for a long time before answering.

"I didn't ...... There are no murderers! ”

"No murderer?!" Yun Duruo, who was next to him, immediately looked at me when he heard this, and asked in surprise. "Such a big case, you were also at the scene at the time, there was no murderer, did Zhang Songlin make himself like that...... You? Do you mean that Zhang Songlin committed suicide?! ”

I rubbed my forehead and ignored Yun Duruo, which is why the butcher threw the autopsy report in my face in a fit of rage, and in the conclusion of the cause of death, I signed it.

The deceased committed suicide!

"Autopsy, you are an expert, are you still insisting that Zhang Songlin committed suicide?" The butcher took a deep breath of his cigarette and asked coldly.

I nodded silently, according to my profession, I definitely have reason to believe and agree with my judgment, but the two people in front of me don't seem to think so.

"I was also engaged in criminal investigation before sitting here, and I haven't touched it for many years, and I still have some work left, so I'll talk to you today." The butcher glanced at me with a cigarette of ash, stood up and walked a few steps back and forth in the room before stopping beside me. "According to your conclusion, Zhang Songlin committed suicide, I won't ask about your professional basis, you only need to answer whether I am or no."

I nodded without saying a word.

"Zhang Songlin first cut off his eyelids by himself, and then wrote on the wall with his hands stained with blood......"

"It's not the blood that flows from the eyelids, the blood on the wall requires a lot of blood, Zhang Songlin cut off the tongue first, there are more large blood vessels there, and the test results also confirmed that the blood on the wall came from Zhang Songlin's tongue wound." I timidly interrupted the butcher and lowered my voice. "These autopsy reports are written ......"

"Okay, it's tongue blood, Zhang Songlin cut off his tongue and wrote on the wall, then cut his abdomen, pulled out the large intestine and tied his feet, then cut off his eyelids, inserted glass, and finally knelt on the iron thorn with both hands and knees, penetrating his body." After the butcher finished speaking, he looked up at me and looked at me silently for a long time before asking. "Is your autopsy report trying to tell me the results?"

In fact, the autopsy results also made me puzzled for a long time, but this is indeed the case, I have checked Zhang Songlin's previous medical records, and have not found a history of mental illness.

I didn't let the butcher's questioning continue, and I raised my head and told him with confidence.

The body of the first deceased Zhang Songlin is dark red, located in the lower part of the lower limbs of the head and headrest, neck, lumbar, and sacral, and the acupressure does not fade, so it can be seen that the body has not been moved, and the basement is the scene of the first crime.

The second deceased Zhang Songlin's eyelids were cut, the cutting surface was irregular, and the wounds were many jagged fractures, and the tongue fracture wounds found later had the same characteristics, and the cut should not be sharp objects, during the autopsy process, I extracted glass fragments from the eyelids and the base of the tongue, and after checking, the glass edge of Zhang Songlin's right eye with a length of 13 centimeters and the section of the tongue wound were anastomosed, so it can be inferred that this is the artifact that caused the two wounds, and then the identification department extracted Zhang Songlin's fingerprints from the glass.

"Fingerprints can only be used as a reference, or it may be that the murderer wore protective gloves or directly erased fingerprints when committing the murder, and the possibility of causing Zhang Songlin's suicide cannot be ruled out." Yun Duruo retorted calmly when he heard this.

I didn't even think about it, my eyes were still looking directly at the butcher, and I suddenly raised two fingers and inserted them into the eyes of Yun Duruo beside me, Yun Duruo didn't expect me to be like this at all, instinctively stepped back, and glared at me in panic.

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"I've thought about fingerprints before, but there's one thing that can't be faked, and that's human instinct." I ignored Yun Duruo and continued to speak to the butcher in a serious manner. "From the traces of blood splashing at the scene, I repeatedly compared and tested, if someone coerced Zhang Songlin at that time, when the thirteen centimeter glass was inserted into the eye, he would instinctively dodge, even if someone restrained him, Zhang Songlin's struggle would also change the traces of blood splashing, but I did not find such traces at the scene, and Zhang Songlin's autopsy did not find any central nervous system control drugs, that is, Zhang Songlin was completely conscious at that time."

The butcher took a deep puff of his cigarette and took a few steps back and forth with a frown, his voice beginning to soften a little.

"Go on."

"Then there is the third point, everyone has their own habits, if someone commits murder, according to the habit, cut off Zhang Songlin's eyelids and tongue with the glass in his right hand and then insert it, the irregular section of the wound should be from left to right, but Zhang Songlin's wound is just the opposite, I have checked Zhang Songlin's information, Zhang Songlin is left-handed."

"It is also possible that the murderer committed the murder with his left hand, perhaps to mislead the police, knowing that Zhang Songlin was left-handed, and deliberately used his left hand." Yun Duruo should not have been relieved by the fright just now, and interjected indignantly.

"What Team Yun said is not unreasonable, how do you explain this?" The butcher asked in a low voice.

"Of course, there is also this possibility, but I found a wound on the palm of Zhang Songlin's left hand, the wound matched the thirteen-centimeter glass edge, and the force could be inferred from the depth of the wound, just the force required to cut the eyelids and tongue." I looked at the butcher with confidence and replied calmly. "And the depth of the palm scar is just right, if someone holds Zhang Songlin's hand and commits murder, I believe that Zhang Songlin will resist, the palm will bear more force, and the scar will be very deep, so I definitely have reason to believe that it was caused by Zhang Songlin himself."