Chapter 003: Attacked
Brother Peng drove the car to Marriott KTV, because this happened, so the entire KTV was closed for police investigation. At the same time www.biquge.info the cordon at the entrance has not been removed, and the police officers are still busy in the cordon.
Brother Peng bent down and got in, and I followed. Brother Peng walked up to several police officers in charge of collecting evidence at the scene and asked, "What did you find?" β
A police officer wearing a white mask and rubber gloves replied: "No suspicious fingerprints or shoe prints were recovered at the scene. It is very likely that the killer was wearing gloves when committing the crime. However, a bloody handprint was found on a telephone pole not far from the scene, which is very strange and may have been left by the murderer. β
Brother Peng nodded, motioned for them to continue to work, and then turned to me and said, "Let's go, let's go see that bloody handprint." β
About 50 meters away from the scene of the crime, on an abandoned telephone pole, in addition to all kinds of advertisements for unlocking and hiring husbands, there are also shocking bloody handprints.
Brother Peng walked forward and looked, then frowned, he turned to look at me and asked, "Look, what's so special." β
I nodded, and took a closer lookβthe advertising paper around the handprint was mutilated, as if it had been torn off on purpose. There were several places where there were blood stains on the advertising paper. All signs indicate that the murderer is tearing paper and wiping his hands! This also directly shows that the murderer had blood stains on his hands when he committed the murder, and since it was said that the murderer may have been wearing gloves when committing the murder, I deduced that the gloves worn by the murderer were thread gloves, not leather gloves!
I told my speculation, and he nodded, "That's right, you can push down from this clue." In addition, it can be determined that the murderer committed the murder for passion, and any premeditated murder will not leave such an obvious clue like this, since the murderer will definitely take off his gloves when he tears the paper here! β
Brother Peng called the police officers in charge of handling the scene and asked them to see if there were valid fingerprints on these advertising papers, and then patted me and said, "Go!" Get in! β
Along the way, he smoked cigarette after cigarette and looked out the window from time to time, as if waiting for something. At this time, the mobile phone on the dashboard rang, and he answered the phone and asked a little excitedly: "How is it!" Did you find anything? β
What was said on the other side of the phone, it could be seen from Brother Peng's expression that his inference was correct.
He hung up the phone and said to me, "A complete fingerprint was found on a piece of advertising paper!" β
Then Brother Peng turned around and drove the car towards the police force, ran two red lights along the way, and finally parked the car downstairs of the police force.
Brother Peng was very excited along the way, and that kind of pleasure could be expressed without words.
At the meeting, the yellow team pointed to the pictures that were played back and forth on the slide and said: "A complete fingerprint was collected at the scene, which can be determined to be the murderer." However, there is no corresponding information in the database, so the top priority is to find the owner of this fingerprint. β
Team Huang took a sip of water and continued: "Judging from the traces left at the scene and the victim's wounds, the murderer should be a person who wears gloves and makes a living with iron hooks. Focus on these people and report any findings immediately! β
Then the yellow team waved his hand and said, "Dismiss!" β
The police officers left one after another, and Brother Peng looked at me and asked, "Boy, what do you say about people who make a living by iron hooks and wear wire gloves, that is, labor protection gloves?" β
I scratched my head, thought for a moment and said, "It must be dirty work, maybe it's a car repair shop or a repair shop." β
Brother Peng nodded, took out the cigarette from his pocket, but found that the cigarette case was empty, and then he threw the cigarette case into the trash box accurately.
Seeing all of this, an idea suddenly came to my head, and I coughed, "More likely to be a scavenger!" β
Brother Peng's eyes lit up even more, and he muttered: "Iron hook, labor protection gloves...", and then he patted me on the shoulder excitedly and said: "If you really guess correctly, you will make a meritorious service!" β
I smiled embarrassedly and said, "Do you want to tell Team Yellow?" β
Brother Peng looked at me seriously and said, "Don't want to solve a big case?" β
Solving big cases seems to have a great attraction for every newcomer. Then I said, "Yes!" β
Brother Peng patted me on the shoulder and said, "Let's go!" I'll take you to a place with a lot of homeless people nearby! β
Along the way, Brother Peng and I walked around and asked, but we didn't find any scavengers with iron hooks. Until the sun gradually set, there was no trace of it, Brother Peng looked at his watch, and said: "It's not too early, or I'll send you back first, I haven't slept well all night." β
I yawned and said, "It's okay, I can bear it!" β
He nodded and said, "The last street, go back without a clue, you wait for me here, I'll go to the toilet"
Looking at the back of Brother Peng's departure, I sighed and thought to myself: "I haven't been so tired all night before..."
At this time, I saw a dark shadow swaying near the garbage hopper in an alley not far away, and I immediately tensed my nerves. I want to call Brother Peng, but I think about people being on the tuba, and it's hard to interrupt. I crept closer.
Every city has such a place that exudes a disgusting stench all year round. It's not very hot, but the smell of the hopper is already making me dizzy. He didn't seem to notice me, still obsessed with the disgusting garbage in front of him, and from time to time hooked up a greasy plastic bag with an iron hook and put it in his hand.
I looked at him and saw that he was wearing gloves, a pair of oily labor protection gloves, and there was a bright red blood stain on the end of the glove.
My heart was pounding, maybe the murderer was just a few meters away from me. I trembled and reached out of my pocket for my phone and sent a message to Brother Peng. Perhaps it was the light of the phone that caught the scavenger's attention, and he put down the trash he was playing with and walked slowly towards me.
I yelled, "Don't come here! I'm a cop! Throw the hook to the ground! β
As if he didn't understand, the scavenger waved the hook in his hand and continued to walk towards me.
I clenched the baton around my waist with my left hand and thought, "Don't blame me for being rude if you take another step forward!" β
At this time, I suddenly heard Brother Peng calling me behind me, and for some reason, I immediately turned my head and looked back,
In an instant, I knew that I had been hit the head by the scavenger's iron hook, and I could clearly feel the two iron teeth tearing at the muscles of my face, and strangely, I didn't feel any pain.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment.
I felt that the blood, meridians, bones, and muscles in my body no longer belonged to me, and my body was light and fluttering, and even had a kind of dizziness and comfort.
My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground, and everything seemed to go into slow motion. Brother Peng roared as he pulled out the pistol on his waist. The scavenger's furious and ferocious face and yellow teeth coming out of his mouth are exceptionally clear.
After a "bang" gunshot, the world seemed to be quiet, and I lost consciousness in front of my eyes...