I called Wang Dali in and said to him, "Dali, go and help me prepare some things!" I want towels, boiling water, a bucket, rope, an iron plate, an electric stove, white vinegar, and ginger."
"Do you want cumin and chili?" Wang Dali asked.
"What do I need that for?"
"Look what you're asking for, aren't you going to eat teppanyaki?" Wang Dali wondered.
I burst into a laugh: "Go, go, hurry to get me."
"So this money..." Wang Dali looked at me stupidly.
Huang Xiaotao said: "Rest assured, I will reimburse you when it is done, remember to invoice."
I remembered something and said, "Wait! Our dormitory fourth does not raise a few POTS of meat, you give me a pot over."
"What do you need that for, a case is boring, and you have a pot of flowers to lighten the atmosphere?" Wang Dali was speechless.
"Don't ask. Go." I waved my hand.
"All right! Wang vigorously agreed and ran out.
I searched the dead man's clothes and found his ID card, student ID card, some change, a set of keys, a mobile phone and half a packet of Yuxi cigarettes, all of which were written with Deng Chao's name. I opened the phone to find the lock screen, using a combination lock, Huang Xiaotao asked for several evidence bags next to the police, and put these things separately.
I stood up and looked around. The music room was very open. In front of it was a lectern. Beside the lectern was an old wooden piano. The piano was facing the Windows on the south side. Since the school building was built relatively early, there was no air conditioning and ceiling fans were installed.
"Strange, where is the dead man's head?" I said to myself, staring at the headless body.
I went to the front of the piano, reached out and pressed the keys, and found that there was no sound, the original old piano in use, you need to step on the pedal below to make a sound. Huang Xiaotao looked at me with curious blinking eyes: "You can play the piano?"
"Of course not."
I swept the keys by hand and found that a few keys were stuck. I immediately realized something was wrong and cried anxiously: "Quickly, open the lid of the piano, there is something inside!"
When the lid was lifted, there was a gasp of surprise from all the policemen present.
Inside the piano, many of the strings were broken, and the tangle of strings was like a spider's web around a mangled head, and a baseball cap had fallen off beside it.
I rolled up my sleeve and reached out to pull the head out, but the strings were so tangled together that a tug would have torn off the flesh.
Huang Xiaotao called a policeman to find a vise, and after a while, the policeman borrowed a vise from the school security office and cut the strings that were wrapped around his head one by one, and the head was finally taken out smoothly!
I took the head to the headless body and compared it, and judging by the wounds, it's pretty much the same guy. But the decay of the head was a little different, the skin was a little green, and the exposed flesh was beginning to smell rancid.
In addition, I noticed a piece of damage to the back of my head. With a gentle press of my hand, I found that a piece of the skull under the skin was broken, and the wound had bruising and suppuration. A little pressure from my fingers forced a stream of white putrefying pus from under my skin and onto my wrist.
'Don't move! Huang Xiaotao said, took out a paper towel to wipe me clean, I said thank you.
"Did you find anything?" Huang Xiaotao asked.
"The head and the body are basically the same person, and the head was cut open with a sharp object." I leaned close to the head to sniff: "The head seems to be coated with what potion, plus more bacteria inside the piano, the decay speed is greatly accelerated, the face is a little unrecognizable."
"So there's no recovery?" Huang Xiaotao asked.
"It's basically impossible to recover..." I mused, just the two girls claimed to have seen a white female ghost always playing the piano last night, and then the strings in the classroom flew, like the female ghost fluttering hair cut off Deng Chao's head.
For the above, I naturally do not believe, otherwise this case would not be investigated!
The killer smeared the victim's head with a potion and put it inside the piano, probably to make it look disfigured.
In any case of a headless body, identifying the victim is Paramount, and if the head is missing or badly damaged, it makes sense to wonder if the killer is obfuscating? This technique is not unusual, ancient criminals have used it, I have seen many similar cases in the "God of Punishment", so I think it is necessary to investigate who Deng Chao really is.
"Song Yang, do you think the dead man's head was cut off by a musical string?" Huang Xiaotao asked.
"The wound was well-cut, I can only say that it was cut by a sharp instrument, and speaking of the strings, it is indeed a weapon strong enough to cut a man open!" I heard about a case more than ten years ago, the deceased rode a motorcycle home late at night every day, the prisoner calculated the height of the deceased on the road, tied a string, the deceased passed by the moment was cut off the head, and then a headless body riding a motorcycle has been rushed into the roadside barbecue stalls, scared a lot of people crazy, this case at that time a lot of experts." I explained slowly.
"Ah! You're talking about the 'Headless Riders' case from ten years ago." Huang Xiaotao was shocked: "I remember that the police hired a mysterious figure to solve the case, wait, the case has never been made public, where did you hear it?"
"I heard it from an old policeman." I said lightly, in fact, this case is my grandfather solved!
I stared at the wound of the head carefully for a while, suddenly noticed a wrong place, the skin of the head was cut very neatly, but there was an imperceptible friction mark on the cervical spine.
I closed my eyes, opened them again, took a good look with the 'eye of the hole', and found some small black particles on the backbone, like some metal fragments.
From this I come to the conclusion that flesh and bone are not cut with the same tool!
At this time, Wang Dali ran in excitedly, carrying a big bag in his left hand and a bottle of warm kettle in his right hand, and said excitedly: "Yang Zi, I have found what you want."
I opened the bag, looked at it, and said, "You are really good, you got it all so quickly."
"Everything else is easy, I borrowed this iron plate from the barbecue bar outside school, and I have to return it when I'm done..." Wang Dali finished, his eyes suddenly fixed on a place, he saw the head I put on the ground.
"My God, where did you find this bloody head? It's terrible!" Wang Dali was so scared that his face turned blue.
"If you can't stand it, go outside and come back with a magnet and a piece of white paper." 'I asked.
"Oh, why didn't you just say it together, so that I had to run again!" Wang complained vigorously.
"Take it as exercise, and I'll treat you to dinner later." I comforted him and sent him away.
After Wang vigorously left, I poured the hot water from the warm kettle into the bucket, and then soaked the towel in it, and applied the hot towel to the chest of the deceased.
Seeing that I began the autopsy, many police officers came to visit, Huang Xiaotao asked curiously: "What are you doing with a hot towel on his chest?"
"Didn't I just tell you to prove the time of death? Watch carefully!"
After softening the victim's chest, I turned the victim over and applied a hot towel to his back. This is repeated three times to make sure that the victim's muscles have begun to soften, and then the victim's back is repeatedly prodded with special techniques.
Suddenly, without warning, the headless corpse half sat up, and a great cloud of bloody ice shot from the wound at the neck.
Seeing this scene, all the policemen present took a step back in fear!