Even though Wang Luo still had a lot of questions to ask, Wang Luo decided to temporarily stop talking to Bai Demao.
His thoughts have always been seldom disturbed, but Bai Demao beside him is definitely one.
Seeing that Wang Luo was not going to speak, Bai Demao did not do anything like forcibly finding a topic.
Black drivers drive steadily, but not at all slow. About twenty minutes later, the black driver pulled into the garage of a suburban villa.
Wang Luo got out of the car frowning: "Brother Bai, didn't you say that your brother has been buried?"
"In the freezer." Speaking of Bai Demao's younger brother's question, his face became a lot more serious, and he said with a touch of sadness: "I lied just now, sorry."
The sudden apology made Wang Luo unable to say anything. After all, Bai Demao was regarded as a "family member of the deceased" in terms of identity.
He did not continue to ask questions such as not reporting the case, but said directly: "When did Boss Bai's brother go?"
"Three days ago." Bai Demao said, "I received news at night that he was killed in this villa. He had just come from the country and had a good day here with me, so..."
Wang Luo can feel that Bai Demao's feelings for his brother are indeed not shallow.
"If it's convenient, can you tell me the cause of death?" Wang Luo's attitude was quite professional.
This is also the experience he summed up when he practiced medicine: for the family of the deceased, no matter how to comfort them, a professional attitude is more appropriate.
Sure enough, the expression on Bai Demao's face became normal, and he said, "You can help me find out the specific cause of death. There are 34 stab wounds in total, and I don't know which one was fatal. Brother, you are a forensic doctor, you must help me. Find the evidence of the murderer!"
"Don't worry, I will definitely do my job well." After Wang Luo gave the other party a reassurance, he suddenly asked: "If evidence is found, does Boss Bai plan to take revenge himself?"
"This..." Bai Demao was suddenly embarrassed.
In fact, Bai Demao is very scared now.
He is not afraid of the people from the criminal police team, he has been dealing with them for too long. Not to mention pointing a gun at a small police officer of the criminal police team, even if he beat Guan Yuan, he was sure to keep himself.
But he now knows that Wang Luo is not the "little police officer" he thought, but a member of the provincial department with a large family background.
The provincial government is not something he can handle.
If he had known Wang Luo's identity earlier, he would never have pointed a gun at Wang Luo.
He has been very cooperative along the way, partly because he wants to make up for the bad impression he gave Wang Luo. But in the end, he didn't know if Wang Luo really appreciated it.
Therefore, even though he was embarrassed, Bai Demao was still closely observing Wang Luo's expression.
What reassured him was that Wang Luo didn't seem to have any unpleasant expressions. It seemed that the question just now was just a casual question.
At this time, he vowed to say: "I was just impulsive, Officer Wang, you have to understand me, this kind of thing I encountered is really a bit... It hit me too much!"
"I can understand. Your gun model is good. Lend me to play for two days another day."
Wang Luo's topic changed suddenly, but Bai Demao's reaction was not slow at all.
He nodded immediately and said, "Hey, look at my enlightenment! I should have seen that, brother Wang, you like gun models, so what are you borrowing? Since you like it, brother, I will give it to you as a big brother!"
"Also." Wang Luo wanted this answer.
Everyone knows that the gun just now is definitely not a "model gun", it is a real gun that has been bored! Although Wang Luo did not want to delve into this issue, he would never sit idly by.
This is also because Wang Luo saw too many guns when he was studying in the United States, so he subconsciously didn't think that holding a gun was such a big deal.
If it wasn't him who came today, but Mo Yuqing or Guan Yuan, things would have gotten bigger today.
Of course, in the face of Guan Yuan, I am afraid that the white old fox will not draw a gun.
After solving the problem left by the gun, Wang Luo followed Bai Demao to the cold storage and saw Bai Demao's dead brother Bai Delin.
But at first sight, Wang Luo's face changed.
In a movie I watched before, Wang Luo heard this line:
"Murderers kill people, just like the creation of artists, everyone has different styles and characteristics, and they don't even realize it."
The reason why he suddenly remembered this sentence was because the corpse he saw in front of him was very similar to Nie Ying in some details of the crime.
Wang Luo stepped forward. Because he was not wearing gloves, he did not touch the corpse, but only observed it with the naked eye.
That was enough for him to draw many conclusions.
Standing next to the corpse, Wang Luo completely turned into a forensic doctor.
This change was so obvious that even Bai Demao was taken aback by Wang Luo's change. He looked at Wang Luo in surprise, his lips opened and closed, he really didn't know what to say.
But at this moment, he was 100% sure that Wang Luo was definitely an excellent forensic doctor!
In the novels he read in the past, those swordsmen with high realm and high martial arts used the word "Heaven and man are one", so now in front of him, he feels that Wang Luo has been with himself since he stood there. The corpse of the younger brother is "one corpse"!
Wang Luo spoke without any emotion: "Thirty-four wounds, three fatal wounds, carotid artery penetrating injury, left atrium penetrating injury, right lung lobe laceration. Cause of death: excessive blood loss. The tool of crime is a knife. And...the killer was left-handed."
"Left-handed?" Bai Demao was taken aback.
Wang Luo nodded affirmatively: "Don't ask me how I judged, I am responsible for what I say. Although I look young, as a forensic doctor, I am not lacking in experience."
"I don't doubt it, it's just..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted again by Wang Luo.
"The phalanx of the ring finger of the deceased's right hand was fractured, and there were slight scratches on his neck. It was initially determined that he had fought someone before his death... Have you cleaned the body?"
Wang Luo, who entered the state, spoke expressionlessly, but was full of pressure.
Even an old fox like Bai Demao could not help but subconsciously say: "It was cleaned up..."
Wang Luo frowned immediately: "Stupid, if the corpse has not been cleaned up, then there may be clues to the real murderer in the fingernails or other parts of the deceased who have fought. I won't order it in the future..."
Speaking of this, Wang Luo was suddenly shocked. He was so invested that he subconsciously regarded this place as an appraisal center, and Bai Demao regarded it as Lin Weiwei...
At this time, Bai Demao was a little confused by what Wang Luo said. Seeing Wang Luo suddenly stop talking, he subconsciously asked again, "What if I didn't ask you to?"
"Sorry, I accidentally took you as my assistant. I hope Big Brother Bai doesn't mind what I said just now. I don't want the people around Big Brother Bai to have another accident. But... the situation is a bit wrong now."
"wrong?"
"If my judgment is correct, the person who killed Bai Delin and the person who killed Nie Ying should be the same person."
"What?" Bai Demao was suddenly surprised. "You said, this is a serial murder case?"
"It should be right. From the perspective of the penetration of the wound, the height of the perpetrator is about 1.75 meters. I can't judge with Nie Ying's corpse alone, but if I compare the two corpses now, I can almost The suspect is definitely a left-handed man about 1.75 meters tall."
"Maybe this guy deliberately used his left hand?" Bai Demao was a little worried, for fear that Wang Luo's judgment would be wrong.
Wang Luo's response was just a cold sentence: "When you are fighting between life and death, will you use your left hand to hold a knife?"
Bai Demao was speechless immediately, and his expression became a little depressed.
Wang Luo was not surprised and asked, "Why, isn't the murderer who you imagined?"
Bai Demao nodded and admitted it simply: "I really didn't expect that other than that person, who else would want me to die?"
"Hope you?"
"Derlin came here on a whim that day, and didn't even make a phone call. After I learned of his death, I learned that he had come to see me, hey!"
"In other words, the murderer originally came for you?"
"I'm afraid yes." Bai Demao's face was full of pain, obviously blaming himself for his negligence.
But Wang Luo, who was a bystander, was quite sober. He raised his eyebrows and asked suddenly, "You know the next day, that is to say, you weren't in the villa the day before?"
"Hey...the night before I...I'm so damn good! I spent the night in a nightclub the night before! I'm surprised, I don't drink much, but my head is groggy..."
"You don't drink much, but you are groggy?"
"Yeah! Although we haven't sat down yet, brother, but I'm not bragging to you, two or three pounds of white is a trivial thing to me! It's really evil!"
Bai Demao apparently attributed the drowsiness that day to the point of "being in a bad state".
But Wang Luo didn't think so.
"I'm afraid, it's not evil."
"What do you mean?"
"Besides drinking, Big Brother Bai took drugs that night, right?"
Bai Demao was stunned for a moment, then immediately shook his head: "How is it possible? I don't have this habit!"
But Wang Luo said in a serious tone: "Brother Bai, you must know that any concealment you have from me now may lead to the murder of the murderer! Whether you have the habit of taking drugs or not, I have no control. There is no anti-drug in my duties. No drug check."
Even though Wang Luo said so, Bai Demao hesitated for a long time before finally admitting: "Okay, I drank too much that day, so maybe I tried a little."
"Remember the person who sold you the medicine?"
Bai Demao shook his head: "I don't know, it's a raw face... No, I mean, I don't have the habit of buying medicine, of course I can't remember what they look like!"
Wang Luo shook his head gently, he never believed that Bai Demao did not have the habit of taking drugs. But he believed that what Bai Demao said to him should be true.
A face that Bai Demao doesn't know, that is to say, this person should not be a full-time drug dealer, and even those drugs may have been specially formulated to ensure that they can react with alcohol.
In other words, the drug dealer will never find the murderer. Another road is broken.
For Wang Luo, this is definitely a good thing, at least it ruled out an invalid option.
After a brief observation of the corpse, Wang Luo withdrew from the forensic state, walked up to Bai Demao and said, "Brother Bai, if it is as you said, then the real target of the murderer should be you, after I go back Let's see if we can apply for judicial protection for you, or directly set up surveillance near your villa area to ensure your personal safety. In addition, we will investigate the case of Badlin as soon as possible, in order to find the real culprit earlier, I hope You can be patient and don't act on your own."
"No." Bai Demao smiled bitterly.
His judgment has been proved wrong, and now he doesn't know who the murderer is, how does he act?